The human psyche is composed of one basic duality: anality and orality. The former has been much more repressed in our contemporary society, where anal matters have always been referred to with a raised eyebrow and a smirking grimace of distaste. However, our social mores are changing daily and it is my intention to educate the lay reader into the more common (and sometimes more unusual, as well) manifestations of anality and the anal personality.
Basically, the anal personality is characterized by excessive compulsiveness, a need for orderliness in one's home and surroundings, and a most definite taste for anal-genital contact. For such people in our culture, the anus becomes the center of all erogenous pleasure and anal penetration, either by mechanical or sexual means, results in a feeling of acute pleasure which may-in most cases-lead to orgasm.
Unfortunately, practitioners of the "anal arts" are not looked upon too favorably by those around them. There is still a misguided group of sexually hostile, and thus repressed individuals, who feel that the act of anal intercourse is sinful and physically abhorrent.
As a psychiatrist, I have seen scores of patients who, in the course of their therapy, reveal to me either their anal experiences or their anal longings. These longings stem from a vast spectrum of motivations. For the anal female, the desire to have anal intercourse performed upon them suggests a basic fear of pregnancy and vaginal penetration, i.e., one can still remain a "virgin" if one is only penetrated anally. On the other hand, for the anal male, (that is, the male who either prefers to consummate his orgasm with anal penetration or else strives to have anal penetration performed upon him) the psycho-sexual determinants resulting in this kind of behavior are considerably different.
For the male who prefers to have anal intercourse performed upon his own person, we see a need for female transference and thus the realization of a homosexual desire to become a woman, and possessing the equivalent of a woman's sex organ. For the male who likes to perform anal intercourse either on other men or women, the reason is purely physical. An anal canal is usually tighter and drier than the vaginal canal and as a result friction felt by the sensitive nerve endings of the male sex organ is much more enhanced than those sensations received from insertion in a vagina.
The following cases have been chosen carefully from my files, picked from more than thousands of recorded incidents of anal sex. It is my hope to use these cases as examples which illustrate the basic psycho-sexual components of anality and the anal personality.
The "anal cult," as I have referred to this growing phenomenon, encompasses vast segments of our society which transcend socio-economic barriers. More and more people are turning to anal intercourse as a means of receiving and giving sexual fulfillment.
The reasons behind this can be more fully understood after careful study of the cases contained herein.
CASE NUMBER ONE
Carolyn S.
INTERVIEW ONE
NOTES:
Carolyn S. a white unmarried female of twenty-four years of age discussed some of her more arresting anal experiences during the course of six months of intensive psychotherapy. Miss S. was receiving treatment for her neurotic fear of vaginal penetration.
Her attitude to intercourse can be best characterized by one of her many comments to the effect, "I'd get ripped up and knocked up, plain and simple."
Early in the course of our program of treatment, I taped the following interview. I have included my comments only when I felt that there was a need for clarification to make the discussion more intelligible for the reader.
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No, it wasn't a boring weekend, Doctor. Quite to the contrary. I may still be technically a virgin, but I found out I can still experience sexual fulfillment. At least I had an orgasm. Several, in fact.
I know I'll get over this neurosis about intercourse, but until I do, I found a most pleasant substitute.
"What would that be, Miss S.?"
Anal intercourse, to be exact. I've been dating this guy from the bank where I work. I really like him, but it's been difficult keeping him satisfied. You know keeping his paws off me. I've let him touch my breasts, but never my vagina and as a result, he's been pretty irritated about my frigidity.
But this past Friday night, I went over to his apartment for dinner. Mark's a great cook and when I got there, we had a few martinis together and I was feeling no pain.
After a most scrumptious dinner, we sat down together on his couch and he made a fire in the fireplace. I watched the flames for some time, oblivious to what he was doing. When I did look over at him, his hand was cupping my breast and he was fingering my nipples through my blouse.
I have to have you Carolyn, he said, leaning down and suddenly covering my nearest breast with his mouth. I felt his hot breath going through the cloth, penetrating right to my skin. It was exquisite and I decided to let him free my boobs and do what he wanted with them.
Quickly he unbuttoned my blouse, his eyes wide with excitement. He pulled it off me and undid my bra, throwing it to the floor. Then, he stooped down once again and thrust out his tongue, licking my tits and tonguing my nipples, each one in quick succession, until I felt them growing hard and firm beneath his touch.
He did everything imaginable with my tits. He juggled them up and down he praised them, he kissed every inch of my flesh, rolling my nipples under his palm like they were marbles or something.
Then, he grabbed hold of my hand and pressed it down on his lap. I jumped back, but I had felt this massive bulge inside his pants and I knew what it was and what he wanted. I was afraid he'd try to do something dirty and I tried to get up.
But Mark held me down and pressed his mouth against mine. I grew weak as he kissed me, his tongue working inside my mouth, sliding and groping everywhere.
He fumbled at my skirt, pulling it open and then down off my hips. I was just wearing panties and his hand immediately pressed down on top of my mount. I could feel his fingers poking through the nylons and I was beginning to get a rush of pleasure.
"Not there," I told him, moving his hand away.
Mark stood up and pulled off his shirt and then his pants. I stared at his body, attracted to his firm muscular features and his good solid build. But what intrigued me most was the bulge I saw outlined beneath his under shorts. It was long and quite thick and he lifted me up in his arms, grinding his hips into mine.
I felt his penis moving up and down along my belly, inching lower and sliding over my pubic mound. He cupped my buttocks with both his hands and lifted me off the ground, kissing my neck and blowing hot air into my ear.
"I have to have you. One way or the other," he said with passion. "I want to feel myself inside of you, baby. All the way in."
He lay me down on the fur rug in front of the fire and pulled my panties off, squeezing the lips of my vagina. I didn't struggle, waiting to see if he would try anything else. First, he licked my entire box with his tongue, working around it in slow ever tightening circles until his lips centered upon my clitoris. He licked and nibbled that as well and I felt a wonderful warmth and satisfaction seeping through my body, moving down to heat my groin.
"No more," I begged.
But he was insatiable. His tongue moved through my gash and hit against my hymen. I could feel the membrane stretching as he sucked hard on it and I began to feel the old frigidity and hysteria returning. I went cold as a statue, turning away from his and lying down on the fur throw with my naked ass shining from the glow of the firelight.
"Why don't you want to do it?" he asked with considerable annoyance. "You're not a kid anymore. It's time already."
"I don't want to. Be a little more imaginative, Mark. I'm sure that there are other ways to get your rocks off." I replied hotly, sarcastic and angered that he was putting me down and putting me on the defensive at the same time.
I felt his hands then, clamping down on my ass, kneading my buttocks as he straddled me, his muscular thighs pressed against my sides. I was quite relaxed, Doctor, no longer threatened.
Then his hands moved down and stroked the furrow between the cheeks of my ass. He pressed in with an extended finger. He must have spit on it or something, because it was moist and well-lubricated. Anyway, his finger began to tickle my bottom-hole, pressing against the sensitive skin of my anus.
I was getting excited again, but strangely enough, even more so than before. Then he spread my legs apart and thrust his face down, his mouth and tongue working up my asshole.
He was rimming me like mad, trying to get inside. At last he succeeded and I flinched a little as I felt the tip of his tongue moving inside of me, up to my rectum. He jerked it in and out like a finger as I endeavored to clamp my muscles around his tongue.
It was tremendously exciting.
Mark turned around on the fur rug and pushed his cock right into my face. I was greatly excited and since he was giving me such pleasure I decided to try to accomplish the same for him. So I lowered his under shorts down over his hips and his enormous penis popped right out, smacking me across the mouth. I had never seen a man's cock before and I was shocked and then wonderfully pleased. I pulled his shorts all the way off and opened my mouth, licking the perfectly round head of his thick pole of flesh. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and I sucked down on it like a piece of candy, licking his hot smooth shaft with my tongue, trying to keep my teeth out of the way.
"That's it, baby. Do it! Suck, harder. Your mouth feels so hot around my cock," he cried out before once again returning to and sucking on my ass hole.
I couldn't even get all of it inside my mouth, though I tried to do the best I could. From his cock, I grew daring and adventurous. I tongue-lapped at his hairy wrinkled balls, holding the scrotum in my hand as I licked him and felt his balls beneath my touch. Then I spread his legs apart and pushed my mouth down right past the root of his cock.
"More, baby. Do it. Suck my ass like I'm doing. Tickle my prostrate," he told me.
I followed his instructions to the letter. I licked down from the end of his cockshaft, lifting up his scrotum and moving down into the hairy furrow between the cheeks of his ass. It was incredibly hairy, coarse black hairs growing thickly and in great profusion. I pried them apart with my tongue and fingers, smelling his musky sweaty male scent and burying my nose between his asscheeks.
He clamped his legs around me and then my tongue felt his thigh puckered bottom-hole. I opened his legs very wide and stared down at it, brown and wrinkled and covered with hair. It was in incredibly tempting sight and I could no longer resist the inevitable.
So I tongued and licked his asshole and then pushed the tip of my tongue against his hole. I pulled his muscles apart with my hands and his bottom opened like a flower, revealing the dark canal beyond my sight. My tongue entered that wrinkled hole and I licked the hot dryish walls of his anus.
He was going crazy as he did the same thing to me and the two of us clung to each other, rimming each other's assholes and squirming with passion and burning lust. I had never thought I could like sex and what Mark was doing to me and what I was in turn doing to him, disproved that in my mind, once and for all. My vagina was burning with desire and my loins were damp as I felt my cunt-juices seeping down.
Mark licked them up too as they flowed down to his mouth. He worked on me for several minutes before lifting his head up, kissing me quickly and disappearing into the bathroom.
"What are you going to do?" I asked with a trace of nervousness, perhaps anxiety, in my voice.
"Make you happy," he said with a smile. He uncapped the tube and squirted some of this clear jelly stuff into the palm of his hand. Then he crouched in front of me, kissing my face and breasts and he massaged his stiff hard cock with the lubricant. Pretty soon it was glistening and well greased.
I asked him what he intended to do now and he told me that he was going to fulfill my fondest dreams and cornhole me.
"What does cornhole mean?" I asked quite naive.
"Cornhole means to be fucked anally," he replied with a good natured laugh, getting up and moving behind me. "Do you want to watch or not?" he asked.
"Watch what?"
"Watch me putting my cock up your ass," he said.
"You're not gonna do that, Mark. It'll hurt and I can't bear pain. You know that," I told him, still staring at his cock which rose like a spear up against his firm hairy belly. I wanted to hold it again, but Mark had other plans.
"Answer me, Carolyn. Do you want to see it or not?"
"I don't want to see it."
Without a word, he knelt down behind me. I was lying on my stomach my belly up against the fur rug and the long hairs of the animal skin tickling my cunt and tits. Mark got down and pulled my legs apart and then he lowered himself on top of me, holding his outstretched stiff rod with one hand.
I looked back over my shoulder as he pushed the head of his prick up against my bottom-hole. Then I turned abruptly away, too frightened to watch or say a word. I held my breath as I felt his cock banging against my anus.
"Relax," he ordered, "Just forget what I'm doing. It'll only end up hurting if you keep your hole tight," Mark told me.
I tried to relax and as I did, the head of his tool pushed inside my ass. I screamed out at the sudden pain, thinking he was ripping me up inside. But then I relaxed my muscles and more of his thick shaft moved inside my ass, my feelings undergoing a subtle and tangible change.
Finally, he was all the way inside and he pressed down on me, his cock deep inside my ass and his hairy belly rubbing up and down against my lower back. He lifted himself up and then lowered himself, so that the friction produced from his cock moving in and out resulted in the most wonderful tingling sensations.
He pushed me up so that I was now on my knees, my head buried in my hands and my buttocks sticking out. He held onto me and butted in and out like a goat, plugging and unplugging my asshole with his fierce penetrating jabs.
Then he reached around beneath my belly and played with my cunt.
He rubbed my clit as he pumped and humped my ass. I asked him how it felt and he told me it was dry and smooth and unbelievably hot. Tight as well. He told me to move with him, to jiggle my ass and shake my body as he poked from side to side, banging against the walls of my asshole.
I was filled with pleasure and couldn't get over how nice it felt. His cock seemed everywhere, penetrating to the very depths of my being. I pressed my palms down on the rug as he battered into me.
Then he shook and began to yell, screaming that he was about to come. I pumped up to meet his strokes as suddenly he grabbed me tightly against him and threw me down on the rug. He plunged inside with fantastic power and roared like a bull as I felt his seed pouring out of him, shooting all the way up the length of my anal canal.
His come seared me, urged my own fluids into action as I sighed with great emotion and felt the strangest and most overpowering sensation in all my life. My juiced came flowing down my cunt, sopping the hairs of my pubic mound. I felt an orgasm, for that is what it surely was, engulfing me and flattening me out with the force of a hurricane.
I burned and itched and was on fire and my nerves sent great rushed of exquisite physical pleasure back to my head as my climax took hold of me. Gritting my teeth, I came a few seconds after Mark did, and he lay on top of me, kissing my neck, his cock growing soft inside my ass.
"You see," he said, still inside of me, "you can get fucked. You just have to relax and give yourself half a chance."
"I never thought it could be so much fun," I confessed, tightening my sphincter muscles around his cock, trying to keep it inside of me. But he pulled out and lay back, breathing deeply.
I looked down as his limp wet tool, surprised to see that it wasn't covered with my shit. That was one of the things that had hassled my head. I thought the whole business would be dirty and he'd get disgusted, but I guess that isn't true at all, because his cock was slimy with come, but absolutely clean other than that.
There was a certain soreness in my backside, but it didn't worry or annoy me very much. I just lay there with him as the fire died down, thinking of the orgasm-my first-I had felt, and how nice it would be to try it again.
He didn't move, so I decided to be a little aggressive. I inched up against him and ran my fingers over his damp glistening chest. "I love you." I told him moving down and playing with the thick curls that grew over his navel.
"You don't mean that," he said.
"But I do, Mark. I love you. I even love what you did to me. I want you to do it again." Oh, I was brazen alright. My fingers kept sliding down, moving in circles around his groin as I watched his cock growing hard again, lengthening and becoming thick and firm.
"This time, I want you to see what I'm doing," he said at last.
"Anything, Mark. I just want you. Inside me. Anyway you want." I told him, already getting excited at the thought of his prick inside my body.
He didn't even wait for me to suck his cock. All of a sudden he was in a great hurry and he stoked up the fire so that it began to roar through the grate, throwing new logs on top of the smoldering embers. The flamed danced higher and higher and he looked golden from their reflection.
I watched his greasing himself again, pulling up and down on his firm rigid staff. His cock looked even thicker than before and my ass tingled at the thought of our impending coupling, our immanent union, as it were.
Oh, I'm a romantic. But it's cool. It made things a little easier for my head, if you know what I mean. I didn't move. I just sat and watched him, unconsciously playing with my cunt and tickling my clitoris with my fingertips. I was edgy as well as excited and wanted to get started.
"Are you ready, honey?" He asked with great kindness in his voice. Crouching down in front of me so that I reached out and touched his prick I found it smooth and hard, like ivory almost.
"Yes. I want you Mark. I can't wait," I replied in a rush, lying back on the fur throw and spreading my legs wide, my hands cupping and hiding my sex.
He found some pillows on the couch and told me to sit on them so that my ass would be raised up off the ground and he would be able to get inside me a little easier. I did what I was told, still staring as his cock which rose majestically up along his belly.
He got on his knees and lifted up my legs, placing them over his shoulders. Then he spread some more lubricant on the palm of his hand and reached down and pressed it against my asshole. It opened immediately; I was so relaxed and ready. I felt his finger probing in and out of my bottom, the entrance made smooth and effortless from the clear jelly he was using.
When it was completely moist, he guided the head of his cock down between my legs, further still and down between the round plump globes of my bottom.
"Just relax, now, Carolyn. This'll hurt even less than before," he told me.
I opened my ass to him, relaxed my muscles and watched him performing his rite of passage. It was like that, something very holy in the proceedings. The head of his cock, dark-red and bursting with engorged blood, disappeared between my legs, pressing down against my asshole. I felt it pushing inside and he moved his hips a little more, his knees pressed against the rug.
He lifted me a few more inches and I felt half of his shaft slipping inside my rear end. The pain and pleasure merged as one, inseparable and exquisite.
I kept my eyes glued between his legs as more and more of his penis disappeared from view. Pretty soon, he was sheathed completely and I could only see the very top of his, cock, right before his pubic bush branched out, curling around his groin. Our pubic mounds merged together. His hair was very dark black, thick and curly. Mine was brownish and less curly much sparser.
He held me around the waist as he moved his loins in and out and I felt his cock plugging and unplugging my hole. I jerked with him, holding my breath, hoping that it would never end. That I had become some kind of convert to the anal pleasures, amazed me most of all.
I was used to being a frigid bitch kind of person, but now, my whole life seemed to change completely. Here I was giving pleasure to a man, and it was so real, so beautiful.
"How does it feel?" I asked Mark, seeing the strain of his pumping registering on the furrowed lines of his brown.
"Tight. Dry. Smooth. Hot!" he told me, darting more quickly now, spearing me, removing his lance, spearing again and then again.
I kept my eyes on his penis, saw the column of pink shiny flesh moving back and forth, in and out. The pressure against the walls of my ass was heavenly and as if he were reading my mind, Mark bent his head down and with great effort-the position certainly not an easy or a comfortable one for him-he managed to lick my cunt with his tongue.
It was too much. His tongue lapped at my box and my clitoris and I spread the lips of my flaming pussy apart to let him get at more of my sex. And all this time, his cock kept moving inside my ass, sometimes plunging straight down into the depths of my bowels, other times pushing against the right wall and then the left. His body danced and swayed in front of me and the fire cast eerie shadows on the walls, shadows that resembled cocks and cunts and people fucking.
I must have been drunk, because it was too much for me. My body was ready to explode, to disintegrate into thousands of tiny pieces. His cock, his wonderful mammoth charging hammering pounding cock, just didn't know when to stop.
Mark's second orgasm took much longer and he was in me for what seemed like hours. I couldn't hold back my own feelings, my own climax, and he laughed with joy for me as I writhed around on the floor, his tongue licking up my copious spendings with quick flickering motions, slurping then down and lapping up more.
"Soon, baby. Soon. I'll be with you in just a little while," he said soothingly, concentrating now on his own pleasure, leaving my cunt alone as he pushed me back on the floor and probed my asshole with his thick member. It was everywhere. In another second I felt sure I would have it in my mouth, it was going in so far, so deep.
Now, I thought to myself. Come with me, Mark. Do it.
He must have heard me. We were psychic, strangely communicative. I heard him groan and he began to shake, the speed of his thrusts quickening until he was pummeling my bottom with a rapid burst of strokes.
"Now, honey. Oh shit it's coming. Coming. Now ... ahh," he moaned at the top of his voice, crashing into me, his hands pressed against my breasts.
"I squeezed my muscles, already quite adept at using them for the purposes of pleasure and I felt his hot juice flowing into me, spurting like a cannon, firing was after was of his load down into my ass. I milked his cock dry, clamping my muscles around his quivering pulsating shaft, until there wasn't a drop of come left in him.
That night, when I got home, I was too excited to sleep.
I walked around my apartment like a woman possessed, not knowing what to do, my head filled with visions of his cock, his body, his plunging form and the sensations of being fucked up the ass and the sensations of achieving orgasm, as well.
I was determined to indulge in more bouts of eroticism. I had gone too many years cheating myself and I felt that if I got used to this new kind of fucking, I might-someday-be also able to enjoy vaginal intercourse.
So the following evening, returning from work, I stopped into a drug store and found what I was looking for. I was rather embarrassed when I asked the pharmacist for it, but my fears vanished once I was home.
I lay down on my bed, took out a jar of cold cream and spreading my legs, carefully massaged my bottom-hole. I found that I could move my finger in and out without much difficulty and as if that wasn't enough, I decided to go all the way.
I positioned a mirror in front of me so that when I lifted my legs, I could watch my finger moving in and out of my ass, reflected in the mirror. Then I opened the package from the drug store and took out my purchase.
I had bought myself a present. A substitute dildo. A vibrator shaped much like a penis. It was about eight inches long and about two inches in diameter and I turned the bottom and the thing started to whir and shake, vibrating in my hand.
I was so excited I just couldn't contain myself. I moved the head of the vibrator down to my ass and removing my finger, I pushed it up against my asshole. It was too much; the vibrations made my muscles quiver and immediately, my asshole opened, as if responding to a definite stimulus.
Like a flower it opened, just like Mark's ass. I pushed the front part of the affair slowly inside and taking great care not to hurt myself. I thought I was being daring and, if the truth be known, a little sick and perverted. But I didn't care. I was in the privacy of my own home and this kind of masturbation really excited me.
Through the reflection in the mirror, I watched the dildo disappearing up my ass. It was even thicker than Mark's cock and though it hurt a little at first, the pain gradually subsided as my muscles and ass got used to the new thickness.
Then I pulled it out a few inches and pushed it back in, leaning back on the bed and working this tool between my legs as my other hand began to play with my cunt, pulling at the distended pouting cunt lips and tickling my clitoris.
I moved the vibrator up and down in my ass and the electrical things that were happening inside, making it shade ever so slightly but very quickly, made the tool seem like human flesh. Maybe even nicer. Because it was shaking just enough to stimulate every nerve in my bottom, every nerve in my body as well.
I got more daring and shoved it in and out with a growing fierceness, frigging myself like mad. Already, I knew I was nearing my climax and I was impatient and hungered for pleasure.
Shutting my eyes, I dreamed of men, of handsome muscular bodies and thick erect cocks. And then I rocketed off into pleasure, my whole being caught up in one explosive nerve-twitching moment when my orgasm flooded my system with the most divine feelings of pleasure and erotic excitement.
When it was over, I put the machine away and thought of what I had done. You know what? I think I may even use it on my ... cunt. Really. You see, anal intercourse showed me how nice sex can be, and I want to learn more. A whole lot more, and no pun intended.
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Carolyn S. was one of the lucky ones. Through the experience of anal intercourse, she was able to resolve some of her neurotic and irrational fears about vaginal penetration. The use of the anality, as when she had sexual contact with Mark, proved to her that there was nothing dirty in the natural functions of her body.
Miss S. continued to indulge in the practice of anal intercourse with Mark and then, with several other men whom she saw from time to time. She grew to enjoy the experience and was, after several months of treatment under my care, able to surmount her sexual fears and go on to more normal and acceptable means of sexual fulfillment.
CASE NUMBER TWO
Mary G.
INTERVIEW ONE
NOTES:
Mary G., a white married female of thirty-seven years of age, came to see me before the change in law regarding legal abortions. Mrs. G. was pregnant at the time and did not want to have another child. Burdened with three growing youngsters, she felt she could not emotionally handle a fourth.
Besides, Mrs. G. confessed that her husband did not make much money and she had difficulty making ends meet. Although I managed to get an abortion approved through the proper channels, what intrigued me more was Mrs. G.'s experiences with anal intercourse.
The following is the typescript of one of our early interviews together. I have excluded my comments so as to not interfere with patient's rather detailed first person narrative.
INTERVIEW:
Harry's my husband. A big strong ox of a guy and a hard worker and a good father. It's been a pretty good marriage so far, except that he plays around a little. Since there's nothing I can do about it, I've tried a few little flings myself. I'll tell you more about that part later.
But what I wanted to say was the strange things Harry and me have been doing in bed. I think it's kinda dirty, to be frank with you. And maybe I'm even ashamed, but it's still nice and I won't get pregnant from it, that's for sure.
You see, he's been putting his ... thing, putting his male organ right up my asshole. I'm embarrassed, still. I'll get over it, though. I'm not a prude or nothin' like that. I like my fun and so does Harry.
Here's what happened.
We was in bed together one night, just Harry and me. I still have my urges and I like a good turn now and then and so does my hubby. But he's been afraid of getting me pregnant, like what just happened.
I got you a little present, he tells me, slapping me playfully on the back.
What's that? I ask him. He's in his pajamas and I'm wearing my best lace nightgown like we're on a honeymoon or something. I even put on perfume I was so horny to do it with him. Honestly, I really get off on Harry. He's built like a truck and he has an enormous pecker to boot. Once, when we was all drunk and kiddin' around with some friends of ours, Harry won a bet that his prick was bigger than his buddy's. He put it right out on the table, opened his pants and all and it was hard as iron in a minute. Fuckin' biggest dick you ever saw, so help me. But that's beside the point.
Anyway, we're in bed like I told you. And he reaches under the pillow and pulls out this book. "What have you got there?" I ask him, curious because he's not the reading type, not even the paper or the Sunday funnies.
"Pictures, dirty pictures to turn you on," he says with his great beer-belly laugh, opening up the book so I could see what was inside.
I couldn't believe my eyes! It was filled with all sorts of filthy pictures of people doing it to each other, plain as the nose on my face. I thought that kind of stuff was illegal and all, but Harry told me he got it from friend of his who likes this kind of stuff.
I got interested right away because I'd never seen anyone else fucking like in the pictures. There were all kinds of positions and I told Harry he should be proud of himself, not one of the men in the photos had a dick half as big as his.
"Hey, look at this," he tells me with great excitement. "I never thought you could get away with shit like that."
I looked at the photo he had point out and I was really surprised for it showed this guy putting his pecker right up this girl's ass. Simple as pie. It was half in and in the next picture, you couldn't even see a bit of his pole, it was buried all the way up. She had this dirty smile on her face like she was havin' the time of her life and I got to wondering.
"You can't make babies doing things like that," Harry said, his eyes screwed up tight, concentrating on the picture.
I recognized this funny look he gets when he's horny or turned on and I reached under the covers and pushed my hand down between his legs. Sure enough, his cock was hard as rock, stretching right down his leg, halfway to his knee.
"Caught ya," I said with a laugh, wanting to get started because it was late and I had to get up early to get the kids to school.
So he put the book down and pulled me close to him. He held me tight like a vise, pressed against his cock. I felt it pushing into my backside, right up between the cheeks of my ass. As you can see, I do have a pretty big fanny and Harry loves to pinch me there. He reached under my nightgown and I trembled as his hands moved over my pussy.
"You want to?" he asked, kinda nervous.
"Whatever makes you happy, Harry. You know I love you," I told him doing my wifely duty.
So he kept his hand cupping my box, his fingers inching down between the lips of my cooze. I wasn't going to let him do all the work, so I put my hand down again and found his cock, pulling it up against his belly, stiff as a flag pole.
I held it in my hand, barely getting it around my fingers, it was so thick. I began to stroke it up and down and he leaned over and kissed my neck, nibbling my ear lobes and moving over to my lips as we lay together. We embraced and kissed passionately and I felt so much love for Harry I knew I'd do anything to make him happy.
I helped him off with his pajamas and I lifted my nightgown over my head and put it down on the floor. We were naked under the covers and he got on top of me and began to rub himself up and down along my body.
The friction and the coarse hairs of his chest and pubic area really turned me on and I began to get hot and bothered pretty quickly. Harry's not a big one for foreplay. He just likes to open my legs and put his dick right on in. But tonight, he was acting pretty strange and it was like having another man, a new man, in my bed. I was really excited, like we was on a honeymoon or something.
"Ya love me?" I asked, blowing hot air into his ear, my hands reaching around and slapping his ass just for fun.
"I always loved ya, Mary," he said gruffly, intent on what he was doing.
"I kept my hands on his ass and massaged his buttocks as he pushed his cock up against the furrow of my cunt. He was sliding over my clit and the damn thing was on fire from the feel of his huge organ exciting it and all.
"Do it, Harry," I told him breathlessly. I wasn't in no mood to worry about having a kid or anything like that. I knew I couldn't stop myself or control my urges. But Harry had a trick up his sleeve. Or should I say his cock?
"Let's try what they did in the pictures," he told me, lifting himself off my body and throwing the covers back so that he could look at my nakedness. I got a little embarrassed and covered my tits with my hands, but he pulled them away and told me to relax, I was beautiful and he loved just to look at me.
"You're just saying that," I told him with a laugh, feeling like a young girl again.
"I ain't saying nothin' I don't mean, Mary," he replied, very serious like, stroking my breasts and playing with my nipples.
"I got big boobs, too, and my nipples get pretty long and hard when they're excited. Harry rolled them beneath his palm and tickled my sex with his other hand and I was beginning to arch my back, making little groaning whining noises from the back of my throat.
Shit, I wanted him so bad I could taste it.
I reached out and grabbed his cock, squeezing it hard, my other hand playing with his big hairy nuts as he began to pant and get worked up. Then, for some reason I didn't understand at the time, he spit a great gob of stuff in his hand and rubbed it on his cock until the whole monster thing was wet and shining with his spittle.
"What are you doing?" I asked, a little surprised and maybe nervous too because it was a strange thing which he'd never done before. You see, I get pretty wet down there and there's no need for lubricant or shit like that. I'm healthy is what I mean.
"I don't want no babies," he said gruffly, spreading my legs apart and pulling me up so that my bottom pressed against his groin and the base of his cock. I could feel his balls banging against my upraised backside and he moved my thighs around so that they were locked in place behind his back.
"Now just relax, Mary," he told me in a gentle but very earnest serious voice. "This ain't gonna hurt if you just relax and trust me."
I trusted him. That's the truth. I knew he loved me and I knew I loved him. Him and that great big piece of meat. I was ready to do anything to make him happy, to keep him satisfied.
Well, he was really burning with the hots for sex and he put his hand down between the cheeks of my ass and pushed a finger up against my hole. I flinched as I felt his fingernail scrape along the sensitive skin around my asshole.
"It hurts," I told him.
"Just relax, you'll love it," he insisted, his finger pushing right inside my hole so that it was all the way up there and I could feel it moving around where I couldn't see what was goin' on. It freaked me, because it felt so strange. But nice. Really. I liked it. He was doing a new thing to my body and I was excited and getting all juiced up just watching him.
I stared at his hand and touched his cock as he finger-fucked me for a good long time. His other hand kept playing with my cunt, frigging me there as well. He'd never done this before and the pleasure was too much for me. For the first time since I'd been married, I came before he was even in me. I really did. I screamed out what was happening and this big silly grin came over his face as his fingers darted in and out of both of my holes with a terrific speed.
Oh, it was madness! Too much. Too soon, too quickly. My body was on fire with lust. I tingled and shook on the bed as my climax consumed me. A great gush of juice just flew right out of my cunt, covering my husband's hand and dripping down between my legs.
I was still shivering, not totally finished, when I felt his finger at my ass again. It seemed bigger than before and it reached further in. I looked down between my legs and there's Harry's cock buried halfway up my ass.
"You'll kill me!" I screamed out with fright because it looked like I was being split in two by his enormous pecker.
"You were loving' it," he said. "Open up your muscles and calm down for shit sake," Harry replied, pushing his hips up against my ass so that more and more of his pole entered my bottom.
The pain was too much and I wanted to get away from him, but he held me in place until he was completely buried, up to the root, his pubic hair mingling with mine, this look of great smug contentment on his face.
"See how nice it feels," he said.
I had to admit that once he was all the way in, and didn't move for awhile, it didn't hurt at all. It felt like I had to shit, but he told me that was just the way the muscles acted and nothing like that would happen if I kept on relaxing.
So I lay back on the pillows and concentrated on what he was doing. He began to move his organ in and out, very slowly at first. I watched his cock as it glided in and out, Harry reaching down to play with my tits and tell me how nice and tight it felt, how good it was.
I remembered, now that the first time we did it is over, that I had read somewhere that when a woman gets older-and I'm not that old-her cunt muscles loosen up from having children and all. To tell you the truth, Harry had complained that my box was just too big and he had trouble coming because there wasn't anything tight around his cock.
But when he fucked me up the ass, he was like a kid again. I never saw him so turned on, so sexually aroused. He plunged into my ass, moving quicker now that I began to like it.
"How does it feel?" he asked me tenderly.
"Strange, but I like it. It does something to my insides and I can feel you right through to my cunt," I replied.
He took my cue and put his fingers down by my box, plunging them-two at once-right up inside. I breathed deeply, not believing that I might even have a second orgasm. He told me that it was strange but terrific for him, because he could feel his cock moving inside me from the other side. He admitted liking it better than my cunt because my muscles held him place and the friction of the walls of my ass on his cock shaft were unbelievably terrific.
I let him enjoy himself, glad to see he was happy and pleased with me. And after a little bit, I didn't mind at all. Suddenly, Harry lost control of himself. He snorted like an animal as he pounded his pecker right up inside my ass.
I thought he'd bust me wide open, he worked so hard at humping me. But then he came and he shook in front of me, grabbing hold of my face and kissing me passionately as his cock pulsed violently in my ass, spraying out a thick creamy emission. His seed boiled up inside me, shooting down the length of my ass. I was crying, it felt so nice.
My own orgasm came over me in a flash, blotting everything out. Harry kept his fingers in my cunt and I moaned and tossed about on the bed. I was afraid I'd wake the kids, I was so excited. Nothing like that had ever happened before, nothing so overpowering.
I gushed another fresh discharge of come, right over his fingers, squirting my juices down against his hairy belly as he lay atop me, breathing heavily, kissing me passionately, a look of great contentment spreading across his face.
That was the first time we did something like this, this anal intercourse business. And I really liked it. I enjoyed the sex more because I wasn't worried about having a kid and Harry didn't have to ruin his good time by pulling his cock out of me just before he came, like he used to do-most of the time, that is.
"Did you like it, Mary?" he asked me as he pulled his limp tool out of my ass. He lay on top of me, not even bothering to go clean himself up like he usually does.
"Did you?"
"A whole lot, honey," he giggled like a kid. "It felt so nice. Just like the old days. We'll have to do it some more. There are even other position, like you on your stomach or me on my back or both of us on our side," he went on.
I got fired up at the thought. Something very nice had returned to our marriage bed, to our sex lives. Like a reprieve from getting older. I slept like a log that night and I couldn't even believe it when the alarm went off.
That afternoon I had another adventure.
I told you that Harry plays around a little, though I don't think at this point, now that we've found this new way to fuck, he's gonna do it as much. But I was up for a little fling, a little excitement, now that I had new things to try and looked forward to.
Anyway, the next day early in the afternoon, a friend of Harry's came over to borrow my husband's bowling ball. Harry's on a team at work, but this guy doesn't have much money and is on unemployment, so Harry said he could use the ball for the night and go play a few games.
His friend's name is Charlie, a real nice fella, unmarried and in his early thirties. He used to be a wrestler when he was younger, but he stopped it when he thought it was affecting his head. He's not too bright as it is, but a nice guy just the same.
I met him at the door and led him into the house, offering to make him a cup of coffee.
"I'd sure appreciate," he said, taking off his coat. I hung his jacket in the closet and he followed me into the kitchen. I was wearing just a housecoat and pretty daring too, with nothing on underneath. When I gave him his coffee, I could tell that he was looking right down my neck, trying to see my boobs.
I was turned on by his advances and decided then and there to do the same thing Harry did, and try someone else. Just for a change, mind you, because I really love my husband a whole lot.
"Where'd you get all those muscles, Charlie?" I asked him, sitting down next to him and moving close enough so that my foot rubbed up against his calf. My housecoat was open at the neck and when he wasn't looking, I managed to open it a little more so that he could see more than half of my tits showing. I was really doing naughty things, but I loved it!
"From the fifth game," he said, sipping his coffee, not even looking me in the eye because he was too busy staring at my bust.
"I bet you've a great body," I said teasingly, hoping he's take the hint. "I bet you're built like a horse. A real stallion."
I could see that he was getting his nerve up. It surprised me that a big strong guy like Charlie was not so aggressive. But I guess he was afraid because I was Harry's wife and Harry was supposed to be his buddy.
"You want to see?" he asked shyly, putting down his coffee and folding his hands in his lap.
I wondered what he was trying to hide and told him that I'd like to see what a real honest-to-god wrestler looked like. I pretended I'd never seen one before, just as a good excuse so I wouldn't be that obvious.
He stood up and began to get into those muscle building positions, flexing his muscles so that I could see how they bulged out from his shirt.
"I can't tell," I said, "your shirt covers it up. Anyway, I bet you're a little fat!"
That did it. He couldn't stand anyone putting him down and he looked at me real hard and said, "Oh yeah, well just see about that." He whipped off his shirt and began to show me his muscles. Shit, but he was built terrific. I thought Harry had muscles, but Charlie was like some kind of Greek god. He had a great physique covered with jet-black hair, curling over his chest and running down below his navel.
"Then you must have skinny toothpick legs," I told him, trying to keep a straight face and wondering what he really had to offer. "Guys like you are never totally perfect."
He was getting angry with me and his face turned red. He unbuckled his pants and turning away, as if in modesty, he took off his trouser. He was wearing tight short under briefs and when he turned around to get into one of his muscles poses, I noticed this great big bulge inside his shorts.
"Come closer, Charlie, let me feel them," I told him. To this day I can't believe how daring I was, like a fallen woman or something. But I didn't have time to play games, because the kids would be home from school pretty soon and I wanted to get going with Charlie before they arrived.
He moved up against me and I put my hands on his chest, tickling his nipples very playfully, then rubbing my palm down over his skin until my fingers brushed against the waistband of his under shorts. He was breathing rapidly now and from the condition of his shorts, I could see my touch was having the desired effect. His basket got swollen and rounded and it bulged out enormously. It was all I could do to contain myself from reaching out and grabbing his hidden cock.
"You feel so nice, Charlie. I can't resist," I told him, getting up from my chair and pressing the entire length of my body against his. He grabbed me in his arms and began to kiss me passionately, lowering me back again, only this time straight to the floor.
I lay on top of him as he reached underneath my housecoat and began to play with my ass, rolling me over on my side and opening up my robe. He gasped as he stared at my cunt. My clitoris was sticking out, all swollen and red and hot for excitement.
He stooped and kissed him, murmuring how much he wanted me, how much I turned him on. He licked my clit until my body ached with desire. Then he tongued my red pouting cunt lips and flicked his tongue in and out between the lips, moving up inside my furrow. I was hot and ready to come, right there on the floor.
I reached out and pulled his shorts off, exposing a huge cock with a flaming red engorged head. It was a little smaller than Harry's, but much thicker and I knew it would be fantastic to have that extraordinarily thick pecker right up my ass.
I began to play with his prick with my hands, pulling the foreskin up and down, covering and uncovering his round swollen cock head. He kept licking and tonguing me, his mouth working like a piston as his great muscular and hairy thighs wrapped around me, holding me fast against him. As he ate me out, his hands played with my tits as well, pinching my nipples until they jutted out, hard and erect, as swollen for their size as his cock. But then I got too excited just to hold his cock. I wanted to do more and so I broke out of his grasp and moved around, covering my mouth over his pecker. He lay back and just basked in the pleasure of my mouthing.
I sucked on his long and wonderfully thick tool, finding it difficult to get it into my mouth, it was so wide across. While I did this, I played with his cock with my hands as well, fingering his ripe hairy sack and feeling his balls banging around inside.
Then I thought of what Harry had done to me and what I would never be able to do to him. I wanted to see what it was all about, so I reached down between his legs and felt his asshole, moving my finger over it and grazing against the thicket of hair which grew up and down the length of his furrow.
I paused a moment, lifted my mouth off his cock, and wet my middle and longest finger. Charlie wasn't saying a word, just trying to play with my cunt as I worked on his cock.
I put my finger back down there and pushed it all the way in. Charlie groaned and asked me what I was doing and I told him it was called finger-fucking and did he like it.
He nodded his head, telling me how nicely I tickled his prostate. He wanted to know if I would let him do the same thing to me. My finger moved rapidly, savoring the hot tightness of his bottom, really getting turned on by what I was doing.
I know lewdness doesn't become me, but sometimes it's good and healthy to let your hair down, if you know what I mean. I was having a gay old time there on the kitchen floor and I didn't want it to stop, not by a long shot.
"Charlie, why don't you moisten your finger first and then do the same thing to my asshole? I'll move around so you can get at it," I told him, getting myself into position so that my ass was right up against his face.
Charlie wasn't a total idiot, because he knew enough to finger-fuck my ass while, at the same time, he did it to my cunt. His fingers were in both holes, moving in and out pretty quickly and I kept doing it to his bottom as I resumed licking and tonguing his pecker.
Then the strangest thing happened. Charlie kept his finger in my cunt, but he pulled his other finger out of my asshole and instead, glued his lips to my bottom-hole and thrust his tongue in and out of my tight aperture. I wriggled my backside down over his mouth as he did this to me.
It was unbelievable! His tongue was hot and long and I had never felt such joy before. Charlie's cock pulsed and quivered in my hand and it wasn't too long before he moved it out of my mouth and changed positions, getting up on his knees and facing my upraised moistened and plump bottom.
"Can I?" he asked like a child, making me laugh at his innocence.
"You can," I replied, readying myself for the onslaught of my asshole by his massive and, as I have repeated several times because it amazes me so, incredibly thick weapon.
He stooped down and played with my clitoris, telling me how much it gave him pleasure to just look at it. Then he grabbed hold of my hips and drew me down upon his rampant member, impaling me in one swift glorious movement so that all his fine cock was deep inside my ass. The walls of my bottom were stretched and tight and I groaned as I felt him moving inside me, attacking my bottom with delicious abandon.
He stooped and nibbled each of my nipples as he drew his cock in and out, much more assured of himself and the way he used his pole than my husband. He never, for one moment, thought he was doing anything but giving me pleasure. And he was. Every second he was in me.
His long drawn out and wonderfully slow movements made my cunt throb beneath his fingering touch. I was getting ready to come and so soon that it really amazed me. He pulled out slowly and thrust in vigorously, working up a rhythm that made my ass tingle with excitement.
I was wild with lust and his face was contorted with his efforts. He worked on my bottom with a great seriousness and it gave me great pleasure just to watch his cock moving in and out the way it did. It was so amazingly thick and it shone with his spittle and my natural juices, a heavy pole of flesh and muscle that bore into me like a hammer pounding on a nail.
"Are you ready?" I asked, knowing that I couldn't hold back much longer. My nerves jangled inside me and my ass bounced up and down on his cock as I too began to move my hips, meeting each of his penetrating jabbing thrusts with my uplifted groin. The hairs of his belly mashed against my navel and he slipped down on top of me, still inside.
And then he did the most exciting thing ever. I was down on my back by this time, breathless and ready to come. He took me by the shoulders and bracing himself that way, slowly began to turn me over, telling me to drop my legs and follow his instructions.
I thought he was such a neophyte, but he had obviously fucked this way before, because he knew exactly what he was doing. Slowly, he turned me around, my body making a circle as his cock stayed inside my ass.
I was now on my belly and, wonder of wonders, Charlie was still inside me, still pumping, still heaving his great muscled body against my back.
My tits pressed against the floor and I felt his weight on top of me. That must have done it, because it triggered my orgasm and I began to pant and moan, writhing around like a madwoman, caught up in the fury of my spend and my climax.
He thrust his massive yard in and out of my glowing ass until, at last, I could tell by the way he mumbled and swore, shouting out wonderfully lewd and dirty things to me, that he was ready to come. I reached behind me and grabbed his balls, found his asshole and stuck in a finger.
He exploded and I felt something almost burning inside my ass, his hot cream shooting up the length of my canal, spraying against the previously dry walls and coating them with his slime.
He didn't move, but finally his weight was too much and I rolled over on my side, hearing his cock come plopping out of me. I felt empty then, with his pecker gone from my body. A weird thing, I know, but that's the truth. It had been so nice when he was inside of me that I had grown accustomed to the sensation and I was a little unhappy that we couldn't stay together, coupled forever.
Silly, but I really enjoyed fucking like this and once I'm onto something, I don't know-when to stop.
Charlie got embarrassed and shy afterwards and dressed pretty quickly, mumbling his good-byes as I thanked him for the pleasure he had given me.
I sat alone in the kitchen afterwards, not even bothering to go upstairs to the bathroom and clean myself up. I knew I must have smelled from sex, from his smell as well as my own sweat, but I was too exhausted in a wonderful way. So I just drank coffee and thought about what had happened.
Later, after the kids came back and I made sure they were working on their homework, I went upstairs to my bedroom and hunted around until I found the book Harry had shown me the night before.
It was a manual of sorts and I sat down on the bed and studied the pictures, committing the various positions to memory so that later on, I would know what to do with Harry. I saw everything opening up then, getting twice as much enjoyment as possible.
I knew I wanted to finger-fuck Harry's ass as well, because I remembered how much it had excited Charlie. I figured I'd do that the next time we had sex. But meanwhile, I had a lot to think of and a lot to be grateful for, now that our marriage was given a new lift and a new source of pleasure and sexual fulfillment.
Shit, I'm going on and on. I must sound like a fucking marriage counselor with my dirty mouth and all. But I was so damn happy about what had happened, so turned on and filled with lust, I could have done a little dance with my fanny bouncing, right then and there.
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For Mary G., anal intercourse proved to be a twofold benefit in her adult life. For one, employing this means of intercourse and sexual fulfillment resulted in an experience that was not colored by the fear of conception. Secondly, Mrs. G., discovered that her body reacted much more favorably to anal stimulation than to pure vaginal stimulation and then penetration. She had greater control over her anal muscles and her husband found the experience more pleasurable and much more enjoyable.
This use of anal intercourse by a middle-aged married couple illustrates some of the more basic therapeutic uses of a form of penetration not commonly employed by most individuals. It gave the G.'s and their marriage a 'new lease on life,' as it were and saved them from premature impotency and a lack of physical contact and libidinal satisfaction.
CASE NUMBER THREE
Arthur B.
INTERVIEW ONE
NOTES:
Arthur B,. a twenty-nine-year old male, recently married, came to me to seek treatment for a neurotic fear of impotence. Mr. B. had been married less than a year and he felt that he was having difficulty satisfying his wife.
When I asked him why, he revealed that he was strongly orientated towards the anal zone and had been, ever since a traumatic experience during his youth.
I explained my interviewing procedure and gave patient the microphone. I wrote down, as I can see from my earliest notes, that Mr. B. appeared to be extremely nervous. He was a somewhat short individual, trimly built, with longish hair and bushy sideburns.
The following is the transcript of our first meeting together. I have excluded my own comments and interjections as they were few. Mr. B. was quite articulate and was able to express himself without any difficulty.
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I guess the whole thing started when I was fifteen. Or just about fifteen. It was pretty near my birthday when it happened. Afterwards, I thought I was going crazy, but it passed. Except now, when my wife thinks I'm nuts and I don't think I can satisfy her.
I don't know. I'm nervous and filled with dread, an unvoiced anxiety. When I was a kid, we were living in a small town upstate. My dad owned a hardware store and I was the only child. My parents were really fine people. We never had trouble getting along. But I was short for my age-as you can see now I'm not a six footer. I was short and good in school and kids used to pick on me and tease me.
They called me the "Walking Encyclopedia." I'm embarrassed to think about it. But one afternoon, walking home from school, I decided to take a shortcut through the woods which were near my home. I wasn't feeling bad at all. On the contrary, my birthday was approaching and I was looking forward to the gifts my parents had promised.
I wasn't even thinking about the bad time I was having in school and all the older guys who used to try to start fights with me and all. I should say now that at this age I was just starting to reach puberty. I mean, I had a little bit of pubic hair and I had discovered, probably not more than a month or so before, that I could reach an orgasm by masturbation. I ejaculated quite frequently, come to think of it, usually just by closing my eyes and thinking of my favorite movie star.
Anyway, I was walking by myself through the woods. I must have been pretty engrossed in my daydreaming and fantasies, because I didn't even hear anyone coming up from behind me. But the next thing I know, there were a pair of hands around my chest and I was lifted off my feet and tossed to the ground.
I struggled to get up, but someone was pinning my shoulders down with their arms, grinding my face into the dirt and pine needles which covered the forest floor.
I didn't know what was happening, but then I was turned over and I saw that my attacker was none other than this guy from school, John Ranee. John was a bully and used to pick on the younger kids a lot, and me in particular.
He was two years older than me and more than fifty pounds and eight or ten inches taller. I was overpowered. I told him to leave me alone and that I'd get my father after him, but he just laughed and slapped me across the face, like I was a dog or something.
"I hate mamma boys and sissies," he said nastily. "And you're the biggest sissy of all, Artie." He called me that, even though I hated nicknames and thought 'Artie' sounded silly, like the name for a moron or an idiot.
"What are you gonna do to me?" I asked him, nervous as hell and unable to move a single muscle as he pinned me down, his knees and fingers digging into my skin, pinching my nerves so I cried out with pain.
But we were too far away from anyone and no one heard.
"I'm gonna have some fun, butterball," he said to me with a sneer. Then he whipped off his belt and held me down as he tied my legs together, tying me around a tree trunk so that I couldn't move. I was on the ground, my legs bound and tethered, absolutely helpless.
To this day, the thought of that afternoon scares the shit out of me. But Ranee wasn't finished. I thought he was gonna leave me like that and it wouldn't be too difficult for me to untie myself and get home.
But he made no move to leave and just stood over me, laughing sadistically, loving my helplessness. He turned me over on my stomach and undid my trousers, pulling my pants and underwear off and exposing my backside to his view.
"You got a nice tight little ass, kid." he told me, pinching the cheeks of my bottom roughly with his great meaty paws. "I mean to taste it, if you know what I mean."
"I didn't know what he was talking about. I had no idea what was coming. Actually, I thought he was going to spank me or something like that. When it came to sex and strange forms of sex at that, I was a completely innocent, naive as the day I was born.
I looked up at Ranee as he towered over me, my pants down by my ankles. I begged him to leave me alone, to untie me, to let me go home. I promised not to tell anyone, but he only kept on laughing, slowly unzipping his trousers and lowering them to his ankles. He wasn't wearing underwear and his cock was long and ugly-looking. He wasn't circumcised and he began to pull his foreskin up and down, grinning at me all the while.
"Like it, butterball? It's ready to go all the way, baby, All the way inside your tight little ass."
At that moment, I knew what he was going to do. I remembered then that certain rumors had gone around school. But at the time, the whole idea of a man putting his cock inside someone's ass seemed too fantastic, too unbelievable. But now it was coming true and I was the victim, unable to do a thing about it except shout for help.
That didn't do any good, because he whipped out his smelly handkerchief and bound and gagged me, stifling my screams.
Then he kept playing with his pecker until it began to grow hard and stiff and the head of his cock poked up from beneath the hook of the foreskin, all red and swollen up like a plum.
He held it in his hand and waved it at me. It was much bigger than mine and at the base of his penis there was a thick clump of pubic hair which fanned out and covered the inside of his heavy thighs.
He put spit on his hand and rubbed it over his cock until his tool was all wet and shining. The, as I struggled uselessly, he got down behind me and pulled apart the cheeks of my ass.
"Nice and pink," he said like the maniac he really was. "Not a single hair. Sweet as a young girl's pussy." He pushed a finger up against my bottom-hole as I squeezed my muscles shut, trying to keep him out, trying to stop him from penetrating me.
It didn't do any good, because he was savage with lust and pulled my ass apart and poked his finger right on in. He hadn't even put spit on it and it felt as if he was tearing my insides. He jiggled his finger in and out until he was satisfied-satisfied with what I can't to this day say-and then he got down on top of me, straddling me with his bended legs pressed against the sides of my body.
"Ready, kid?" he asked.
I shook my head violently from side to side, trying to get him to stop. He just laughed again and again, slapping me smartly across my bare bottom. Then, I felt the head of his thick erect cock pushing down against my asshole.
No matter how hard I tried to keep it out, he pushed on, using all his force and weight until, at last, he had the head of his affair right inside of me.
My skin burned with the pain of his penetration. I wanted to scream, to disappear, to black out, anything but feel his penis inside of me, violating me, abusing and degrading me.
Ranee wouldn't stop. Not by a long shot.
"Take it easy, kid. Just relax. It won't hurt so much," he said, moved to a few words of ridiculous solace as inch by inch his long fat tool bored down into my ... virgin, yes virgin it was, asshole.
The pressure and friction were excruciating. I relaxed my muscles for a second and realized that the pain would subside a little if I didn't clench my sphincter muscles. So I went limp as a dead fish as I felt him pulling out.
Who knew about orgasms and coming when it wasn't yourself who was doing the work? I thought Ranee was finished, but he pulled almost all of his member out of my raw and reddened bottom-bleeding aw well, as I found out later-and then just rammed it in right away, doing that again and again, just plunging in and pulling out.
My belly was ground into the dirt and I was filled with pain and unbelievable shame. But what was worse was that I was getting an erection.
That was the strangest part. I wasn't even thinking of sex, much less my own pleasure, and here I was getting an erection. It still amazes me today, fourteen some years later. I guess it was because the action of Ranee's cock was irritating my prostate gland and that was exciting me, even when I was in pain and near shock.
I looked back over my shoulder and watched him grinding his hairy loins down in my ass, pumping like a steam hammer as my buttocks quivered and shook from his assault.
He was very into what he was doing, just having a good time while I was dying ... or so it seemed to me at that horrible moment. "Soon, little sissy. I bet you love it anyway. I bet someone's done this to you before," he told me, gripping me by the shoulders so that he had something to hold onto as he fucked my ass.
Then I shivered and felt something happening, something familiar. Right in the midst of being raped I was coming, shooting my load out into the pine needles beneath my belly. I moaned through the gag he had tied around my mouth, shivering as my cock jerked like a hose out of control.
"So you do love it, little one," he said, cuffing me across the back, humping me quickly now and getting ready to come. "I knew it would turn you on. You sissy boys are all the same."
He worked like a devil on top of me and then he let out a howl and bent down and bit my ear lobe with his front teeth, saying dirty words into my ear as he held me in a vise-like grip. He screamed he was coming and then I felt something warm rushing inside of me, like shit going in the opposite direction.
He had squirted his juice right up my asshole, bathing my wounded tissue with his spendings. He lay on top of me for a few minutes, breathing heavily as tears ran down my eyes, stinging my cheeks. I was filled with sorrow, agony, and pain. I didn't know what to do. I thought he had damaged me, that I would have to go to the hospital and have an operation, that he had ripped me up inside.
Finally, Ranee gathered up his energy like so many chips of rotten wood. He pulled his reeking cock out of me and when I turned around to see what he was doing, I saw it was covered with a mixture of come, shit and blood.
The blood really blew my mind. I knew I was ruined and the blood was proof of what he had done. He didn't say anything, just looked down at me with a sheepish look on his face. He put on his pants-pulled them up that is, because they were still around his ankles all the while he had been fucking me.
"I wouldn't say a word about this to anyone, Artie," he said, mimicking my high-pitched boyish voice and laughing at my name. "I wouldn't tell a soul, because if you do, I have a group of friends who might just catch you one day when you least expect it. If you didn't like this a whole lot, kiddo, you won't like six big studs on your ass, maybe two together, one after another until you faint. So keep quiet. It's for your own benefit!"
After his little speech, he untied my legs and put his belt back through the loops of his pants. I took off the gag and leaned over, vomiting up my guts into the dirt. I choked on my puke and kept crying, and when it was over and I had pulled myself a little bit together, Ranee was gone, leaving me along with my pain and my traumatic experience.
The truth of the matter is, I was too afraid to disobey him. I had nightmares for weeks afterwards, visions of a dozen or so bully-looking guys, football player types or motorcycle bums, stripping me and using my ass for their own deviant purposes.
I never told my parents what happened and for several weeks afterwards my ass burned whenever I has to shit and there was always a small amount of blood on my stool. I guess he had cut me inside and it took a while to heal. To this day, I'm constipated, and I never was before that experience.
Which brings me to the present, all in one great swoop.
I got married last year. I think I'm in love, but I'm not even sure anymore. My wife doesn't seem to love me very much and she's not the most demonstrative woman I've ever known. Strange, because before we were married, she was all over me, just couldn't get enough.
I don't know how it happened, but I found out that I enjoyed fucking her anally more than I did the other way. I mean, I still fucked her cunt, but I always tried to get my cock into her ass. It was tighter, hotter and drier and maybe, just maybe, I was reliving that past moment of fear, re-enacting the rape. Only this time I wasn't the victim.
I remember quite vividly one of the first, if not the very first, times we went to bed. It was a few weeks after we had announced our engagement. I was feeling particularly turned on that night and Anne, my wife and then my fiance, was over at my apartment.
Oh, I wanted her in the worst way. All through dinner my cock had stood erect, pressed up against my stomach, inching towards my navel. Every move she made inflamed my desire. She was wearing a tight dress, low-cut so that you could see the top half of her tits and when she walked, that ass!!
That's what fascinated me most of all. She had the greatest rear end you ever saw. Round and smooth and high. Very firm. Absolutely perfect. I had this desire just to hold it, to stroke her ass cheeks, to place my finger down between those perfect round globes and feel her little puckered hole.
I was getting "blue balls" thinking of her and after dinner we went into the living room to have our coffee and listen to some new record albums I had bought. I turned on the stereo and then moved across the room, sitting down next to her.
I put my hand on her knee and leaned back, finding her lips quite willing. I kissed her mouth and stuck out my tongue.
"That's disgusting, Arthur!" she said with sudden indignation.
I just couldn't believe it. "What's disgusting?" I asked, quite annoyed with her, almost sorry I had asked her to be my wife.
"Soul-kissing," Anne replied, moving a few inches away.
I grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her down on the couch. She was struggling as I pushed her lips apart and poked in my tongue. She moved violently beneath me as I kissed her this way, reaching down to squeeze her tits and handle them pretty roughly. But her unwilling attitude really excited me.
"You're raping me!" she cried out.
"Exactly," I said with a lewd grin, trying to undo her dress. The idea of rape really appealed to me. There was John Ranee all over again, but everyone had their own little fetishes and this was mine. I wanted to fuck the shit out of Anne, show her that I was really a man, and put my cock right down between the cheeks of her ass so she would never forget who she was going to marry.
"Leave me alone. You're hurting me," she said, trying to free herself from my grasp.
"Eat shit, Anne. You'll do what I say or the wedding's off. I mean it," I replied.
That shut her up but good. Maybe she was marrying me for my money, I don't know for sure. I make a damn good salary and I've been able to invest my money so that now my income is pretty substantial. But anyway, as soon as I said this to her, she quieted down, a hang-dog kind of look coming into her eyes. I thought that she was going to cry.
So I kissed her on each eye and sponged her face with my caresses. As I held her close to me, I undid her dress and lowered the top down to her waist. She was wearing a trashy black brassiere, very tough looking. I unhooked it from the back and pulled her arms through the straps.
Shit! What tits! They looked a helluva lot bigger in the daylight, instead of being pent up inside her bra. Round and full, plump and tipped with a deep-red colored aureole of flesh surrounding each flaccid nipple.
She was silent, still not talking.
I tongued each nipple roughly between my lips until they began to respond and Anne herself, unable to hold back much longer, suddenly put her hands down in my lap and felt around for my cock. She gasped with surprise when her fingers found my stiff erection. I have a nice one, nice and thick and nice and long. She couldn't believe it all belonged to me.
You see, a lot of people think I'm a meek low-voiced kind of guy. I may have been, back then in the days when John Ranee hammered at my bleeding asshole, but today is a long time after. I've learned too many things to go back to my old mild-mannered ways.
Anyway, Anne kept stroking my cock which was still inside my pants. I was having a ball with her tits, fingering and licking them, holding them and moving them from side to side.
I suggested that we retire into my bedroom, just to be more comfortable.
"Is that a proposition?" Anne asked with a coy little smile that for some reason or other, I didn't find amusing.
"No, my dear. An order," I replied sarcastically taking her by the hand and propelling her in the direction of my room. She acted drunk, staggering from side to side, her boobs bounding along as she walked.
I walked a few inches behind her, cupping her ass with my hands, biting her back very gently, my fingers twitching to see her bottom without anything covering it.
"Here?" she said, pointing to the bed in my room.
I didn't answer her? she was starting to get on my nerves with her little girl routine. It was a bore, if you want to know the truth. All I did was take her by the hand and lead her to the bed, motioning her to sit down and take off her shoes.
She kicked off her pumps and stretched back, playing with her nipples. She looked intoxicated and strangely unaware of what was happening.
"Is this what a seduction really is?" she asked me with a nervous giggle.
"No, it's what a rape really is," I replied, falling down alongside of her and gluing my lips to her great flopping boobs. My hands pulled at her dress and she obliged me by lifting her exquisite and still covered bottom a few inches off the bed. I was able to pull her dress off with a mighty tug and it fell to her ankles. She kicked it completely off and sat there, her hands along her sides, unmoving.
I looked down and saw the dark triangular outline of her thick pubic bush hidden behind the nylon of the tight little panties. My palm roamed around her pubic arch, pressing against her mound, trying to uncover its secrets.
I was still working on her tits and now I lowered her down on the bed, impatient for more. My hands wandered all over her body and I turned her over on her stomach so that I could get a full view of her ass.
I wanted it, wanted it more than I had ever wanted anything in my life. The few girls I had ever gone to bed with before Anne had never let me take the liberty of probing their anal secrets. But I had this sick thought that Anne was already my property and that I could do what I wanted to her. Almost as if it was my right.
I touched her bottom with my fingertips, pulled back her panties so that her skin was exposed in all its glorious beauty. I wrenched off her undies then as she gave a little shout of surprise, looking over her shoulder with wide frightened eyes.
I couldn't have cared less. This was what I wanted, what I had yearned for so long. Her ass was pink and delicate, perfectly hairless. I pressed my lips down upon her bare bottom and kissed her there, my hands cupping her ass, sliding underneath her and feeling her pubic hair brushing against my fingertips.
She wanted me to play with her cunt, but I wanted her ass first. Realizing that I would have to make her mad with excitement, if only to achieve my goals, I turned her on her side, one hand cupping her bottom while my other hand played with her snatch.
She squirmed around as I teased her body, stretching her muscles languidly as if it was the most common thing in the world to be adored. Although her head-her thoughts, that is-annoyed me, her body was perfect, right and correct down to the smallest detail.
Her pubic hair fanned out soft and fleecy, curling delicately up towards her navel, spreading out and stopping abruptly a few inches down her inner thighs. It was a perfect geometric triangle, three-sided, framing a pair of bright pink cunt lips and when I pulled those two fleshy labia apart, a small and pointed little clitoris appeared sticking out and yearning for my mouth.
I gave her that, gave her my lips and tongue as I chewed on her clit and licked her cunt lips, slurping up her faint trickles of juice which dripped down the walls of her vagina.
She loved it, every lick, every single lap of my busy tongue. Keeping her excited this way, the hand that was on her ass now probed with a little more daring, inching its way down between her cheeks, moving into the warm and faintly moist cleft.
She didn't realize what I was doing. If she did, then she didn't say a word, because she made no move to stop me as I probed deeper, my middle finger touching her asshole. I could tell that I had arrived at my first destination because the skin there was much smoother than between the cheeks of her ass. Whereas her anal cleft was smooth, it was still faintly haired with the same kind of hair, that grew on her box. But her asshole was absolutely hairless, just sensitive puckered tissue, fanning out in her bottom like-as I was to discover later-a flower, a bud ready to bloom at the appropriate magical moment of fruition.
Mind you, I was still dressed, having not even had a chance to take off my pants, much less free my inflamed cock from the tight confines of my jockey shorts.
So I stopped what I was doing, pulling one hand away from her as yet unpierced bottom hole while the other hand, after darting quickly between the pouting red cunt lips and finding its way inside for a brief moment, moved away as well.
"Don't stop, Arthur. It feel so good," she said, her eyes closed, her tone lazy and filled with a kind of metal urgency.
"I'm just gonna take off my clothes, love," I replied, already unbuttoning my shirt and undoing my cuff links. She opened her eyes then and stared at me as I disrobed. The idea of her watching me taking off my clothes amused me and I began to do a kind of strip tease for her, playing the role to the hilt. My shirt came off slowly so that she saw one nipple at a time. I whipped it off in a flash after that and threw it to the floor, flexing my muscles and showing off my well-proportioned chest.
"I never knew you had muscles," she told me with awe.
"You never knew a lot of things, dear. Now's the time to learn about everything you never imagined, never even dreamed about." I replied, unbuckling my trousers and carefully lowering the zipper of my pants.
I opened then and slid them down a bit, right onto my hips. I moved up to Anne so that my cock was within reach of her hand. "Do it," I told her.
"What?" she asked, naieve as a virgin, which she wasn't-as I found out later.
"Use your imagination, Anne!" I said crossly, waiting for her hand to reach out and find my cock.
She put two and two together and got up on her knees, her face about level with my navel. Her hands reached out and pulled my trousers down to my ankles and she started at the great thick bulge outlined in my shorts, her fingers shaking almost violently as she reached out and touched it.
She gave me a convulsive little shiver of pleasure as she moved her fingers up and down along the length of my still hidden shaft. I spread my legs wide, waiting for her to pull off my shorts and release my rod.
Anne gathered up her courage and tugged my briefs right off me with a single pull.
"Holy shit!" she exclaimed as my huge cock plopped into view. It rose straight up along my belly, past my navel my balls hung free, flopping slowly from side to side as I let her take in every inch of my cock, let her see what was going to be put between her cheeks.
"Arthur, it's too big. It's unnatural. I'll never get it inside of me." she said.
I laughed and fell down on top of her on the bed, grinding my hips and hairy belly against her, my hard rammer rubbing up and down against her pubic mound, feeling the lips of her snatch squishing open and shut as I moved against them.
She kissed me passionately, held my back with her hands, her body shivering with expectation. I was pleased that she was so turned on by me, because I had always pictured Anne as a kind of cold-blooded petty little bitch, good for a quick fuck but not much else.
Lifting her up slightly as she straddled me with her legs, I slipped my hand down between her legs and moved off her. She was breathing heavily, her eyes closed. Probably doing exactly what her mother had told her she should be doing on her wedding night.
I have big hands as you can see and so my thumb was able to press right between her cunt lips as my other fingers probed further down, finding her asshole. I spit on my fingers and rubbed the moisture into her bottom. She moved her ass, still reserving comment.
Emboldened by her silence, my longest finger pressed hard against her asshole, that hole my eyes had still not seen, still not feasted their gaze upon. I pushed it right inside her ass and she yelled out suddenly, quite surprised.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Finger-fucking your ass," I told her. "Hasn't anyone ever done that to you?"
"Never. It's sick," she said spitting out her words. "It's a dirty filthy thing, playing with my shit-hole."
I have never liked the sound of the word "shit-hole" and I didn't like her tone of voice as well. I twirled her over on her stomach and sat up, my weight resting on the backs of my legs, my thighs pressing on each side of her.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked, scared out of her head, her face twisted with anxiety as I contemplated her ass and my own freaky desired.
"Fuck you," I said quite simply, massaging her ass cheeks with my fingers, pulling them slightly apart and seeing, for the first time, her asshole like a rosebud down at the bottom of the cleft, perfectly smooth, puckered and tightly shit, I wanted to open it, to make it blossom for me, to put my cock down down down into her bottom, feeling her ass surrounding my yard, feeling my pecker moving in and out of that luxuriously hot tight cavity.
"How can you fuck me that way?"
Obviously, the girl hadn't read the Kama Sutra. "It's called dog-fashion," I lied, letting her think I was going to attack her cunt from the rear. "It's a very exciting way of doing it. Wait and see," I went on, wetting my great stiff tool with more spittle until it glistened and throbbed beneath my tough.
I told her to spread her legs and relax, it was a hard position to get into, She was game, that is until she felt the head of my cock pushing against her asshole.
"Not there!" she screamed out.
"Just relax. You'll love it," I told her, too busy to care about her feelings. I watched my cock as if it belonged to someone else. I was seeing John Ranee all over again, watching John Ranee push his enormous tool into my bottom. It was Anne's backside this time, tensing itself for the onslaught of my rigid prick.
I shoved down with all my weight and felt the hole opening against its will. She kept shouting out for me to stop, but my ears were deaf to her entreaties. I had only one thing in mind, to get my gigantic rod sheathed all the way inside her hot little bottom.
Shoving down again and again, I succeeded in lodging the head of my affair. She was crying now, telling me that I was killing her with pain, saying that she'd never marry me now. I didn't care. I moved my hips down with a single savage thrust as she screamed out again. This time, my entire shaft was deep inside of her and my hairy belly ground against the rounded orbs of her bottom.
I moved it slowly in and out, savoring my pleasure, enjoying the heat generated from her body, the heat that bathed my cock with a fierce kind of warmth, dry and tight.
"Does it hurt?" I asked at last.
She refused to answer, and so I moved her over on her side so that there would be less pressure on her ass. My cock was still inside of her and my hand reached around and felt her pussy. The little bitch had already come. It was dripping wet, and I hadn't even felt her moving when I put my cock inside of her.
Gratified by the success of my scheme, I now pumped away with abandon, knowing that her own body had rebelled against her head, producing an orgasm.
Within a matter of no more than a few minutes, I felt my come spurting out of the head of my hidden cock, flowing out and down into her bottom, bathing the dry tight walls with my creamy emission. I shivered and panted and clung to her for all I was worth, letting my climax consume me, thinking of what John Ranee had done all those years before and coming and coming until I thought I would faint.
And now, Anne thinks I'm going impotent because I'd rather fuck her ass than her cunt. She doesn't want me to bugger her anymore and I really don't know what to do. Her cunt just doesn't turn me on the way her ass does. It just doesn't, no matter how hard I try."
* * *
Arthur B.'s sexual problem, his psycho-sexual neurosis, is a classic example of anal transference. Remembering the trauma of his adolescent rape at the hands of the brutal John Ranee, Mr. B. transferred his submerged aggressions onto the figure of his fiance. And now wife, Anne.
He endeavored to re-enact his rape, only with a reversal of roles. In order to feel like a man, he was compelled to copulate with his wife anally, just as Ranee had done.
Had Anne not objected, Mr. B. would never have come to me for professional consultation. As it was, it took almost a year of intensive therapy, before he was able to understand his fixations. Now, he is able to enjoy the act of vaginal penetration and "normal" coitus without feeling a desire to perform the rite of anal penetration.
He is completely cured.
CASE NUMBER FOUR
Neil S.
INTERVIEW ONE
NOTES:
Neil S., an unmarried white male of seventeen years of age, was my patient for almost two and a half years. At the onset of our professional relationship, Mr. S., expressed a fear of homosexuality. He confessed to having performed anal intercourse with another man being both the active and then the passive partner.
"I did it with a chick, too," he boasted with adolescent good humor, slouching down in his seat.
Neil was of average height, ruggedly built and rather handsome in the way our American tastes have been educated from faces similarly seen on motion picture screens. His face was classic but empty of character.
What follows is a condensation of the first three or so interviews we had together. I have eliminated my remarks so as not to impede the flow of his narrative, peppered as it was by all manner of fantasies and uninhibited verbiage.
INTERVIEW:
My mom made me come here because she thinks something's the matter with me. She wants me to be happy. That's all the fuck she keeps saying. But she never understood me and never will. Sure I have problems, but I don't think I have to see a shrink. I'm not that crazy, really.
You want to know what's happening, right? Man, is isn't so simple. To be straight with you, sometimes I think I'm queer. That's a tall order, I'm sure, but it all stems from an experience I had about two months ago. I haven't been able to get it out of my mind since. I liked it, to be quite honest.
And I keep dreaming about it. I've been having wet dreams almost every night since, and I jack off plenty, believe me.
What happened was I'd only slept with two or three chicks before and up to the time of this ... incident, I'd gone without actual sex for a good three or four months.
I was crawling the walls, I was so horny. No matter how often you jerk off, it still isn't like the real thing. I just couldn't get myself a piece of ass and I was pretty desperate.
Well, I was reading this underground sex newspaper one afternoon. There was this ad that read to the effect that a groovy young uninhibited couple would like to meet a young guy with the same tastes.
I figured it wouldn't cost me anything, because all the ads for chicks implied that you had to pay for their services. So I decided to take a chance and I gave these people a ring on the phone. This chick with an unbelievably sexy voice answered and I introduced myself and told her that I'd seen the ad in the paper.
"My husband likes big meat," she said just like that, right out of the blue.
"Pardon?"
"I like big cocks, too. Are you well-hung?" she wanted to know, breathing heavily into the phone.
Shit, I get an erection just thinking about it. I told her that I wasn't a slouch and she could measure me in person if she wanted to. It was a good line and she ate it up, inviting me over to meet her and her husband that very same night.
I didn't tell my parents where I was going, but since it was a Friday night, they thought I was going out on a date or to a party with some kids from school.
I took a taxi to the address and knocked at the door. They live in an apartment building in a pretty nice part of town, not far from the river. Anyway, I'm knocking on the door and pretty soon it opens and there's this blonde piece standing there, looking me up and down like I'm a piece of meat in a butcher shop.
"Neil?" she asked, ushering me inside.
She introduced herself as Janet and took me into the living room. They really have a great-looking pad, with lots of modern furniture and paintings on the wall. Sitting on this leather couch is her husband, a guy in his late twenties, maybe a little younger, it was hard to tell.
"Allan, this is Neil. He called us about our ad," Janet said. I shook hands with her husband. Cripes, but he was some good-looking guy. About six four, really tall, with a terrific build and, if I risk sounding like a faggot, an incredible bulge in his pants.
Janet was wearing a tight little mini skirt and when she sat down, you could tell right away there was nothing on underneath. She had on a see-through blouse and I could see a great pair of tits with big fat nipples poking up against the thin cloth.
Well, I sat down, but they moved around until Allan was on one side of me and Janet on the other. Allan got out the pot and rolled a joint and we all had a smoke, passing the cigarette around as we chatted and looked each other over.
I was so excited I thought I'd come right there in my pants.
After the smoke, I was feeling nice and stoned and no one spoke very much. I leaned back and Janet put her hand on my leg and Allan put a hand on my other leg. I was Lucky Pierre, as the saying goes, sandwiched right in the middle like a piece of meat between two slices of bread.
I put my hands on top of theirs, feeling no pain. It was the first time I had ever held hands with a guy before and it was a real freaky feeling. But I didn't want them to think I was copping out or anything. Besides, it felt nice. The truth.
Allan began to stroke his hand over my leg, inching up toward my thigh. Janet took my head in her hands and pressed her mouth against mine, her tongue moving in and out like the tongue of a snake. I felt her lips and the warmth of her palms on my cheeks and I put my tongue in her mouth as well, licking her teeth, under her lips, sucking up her juices.
All this time, Allan was still moving on my leg, moving higher until I felt his fingers brush against my cock still hidden in my jeans. I was hard as a rock and I'm not ashamed to say that I have a pretty big one, even though I's only seventeen.
I felt him squeezing it gently, trying to get it all out into his hand. I was going crazy as Janet licked and tongued me. The next thing I know is I'm being led into another room, the bedroom, natch. There's this huge mattress on the floor and a red light and a thick carpet. Nothing else.
"Just relax, Neil," they told me, speaking together.
I was so stoned I began to laugh and pretty soon they were also laughing, holding their stomachs and rolling on the floor. Grass gets to me like that sometimes. But it also makes me horny as hell and I couldn't stop staring at both of them. They were such a handsome groovy looking couple, so physically perfect, so wonderfully sexy.
Shit, but I still miss them!
But that's not the point, I know.
Well, in another minute they've stripped me bare-ass naked and they jumped out of their clothes just as quickly. No mutual undressing shit for them. No, they wanted it right away without wasting time. They figured they already had me and there was no need to bother with a seduction. It would have taken too long.
I watched them undressing and when they were naked, I just stared and sucked in my breath and even whistled out loud, which they really dug, finding me 'cute.' That's the word they kept using, saying how cut I was and what a nice big cock I had and what a sweet kid I was.
I lapped up all the compliments, glad to know that I turned them on. Janet and Allan sat down on the bed next to me and we all began to touch each other, our hands roaming around. Janet had a beautiful pussy, covered with tight black curls and a round little belly. Her tits were big but firm, not mushy like an old woman's. Her nipples jutted out, already hard.
She was so hot, she just began to moan and shiver as my fingers crept over her belly and down between her legs. She opened them wide for me and my finger felt her cunt lips, puffed and engorged with blood. I wanted to see her clitoris and so I looked down and found it sticking out from her bush of pubic hair. It looked great enough to eat and so without wasting a second, I buried my head down between her legs and lapped up her muff, chewing on her clit as she stroked my hair.
Allan moved my legs onto the bed so that I was comfortable, resting on my stomach. And then the strangest thing happened.
I felt his hands massaging my ass. I hadn't even bothered to give him a feel or take a good look, I was so turned on by Janet. But he didn't seem to mind or feel that I was ignoring him. He just rubbed his hands all over my ass, pulling the cheeks of my backside apart with his hands.
Then, freakiest of all he put his tongue right down on my asshole. I didn't believe it. I felt his tongue licking my bottom-hole, lapping at it and giving me the most incredible hot flashes and rushes of pleasure. I relaxed all my muscles, my face still down between Janet's legs.
But she too was turned on to this anal business.
I know, because she leaned back against the nearest wall and lifted herself up on some pillows that were at the head of the bed. She propped up her bottom and pushed my face down, past her pubes, past her box, down to her asshole.
I half expected to gag, but it was so nice and sweet. She had obviously douched and powdered herself and all, whatever a woman does to that part of her body, because it smelled just like perfume. Her asshole was hidden by the same kind of hair as on her cunt. My tongue rasped across the tight black pubic curls and licked her puckered and round little hole. It opened immediately and my tongue went right on inside.
Shit, I can't get them out of my head. They're haunting me it was so nice. But, to continue, right ... anyway, I'd never thought of the ass as an erogenous part of the body before. I was so into cunt, if you know what I mean. But all of a sudden, I was going through changes. Here I was licking this chick's ass, rimming her is what you call it, while the same thing was being done to me.
Allan was working on my asshole like a demon. His tongue was pistoning in and out and sending shivers up my spine. Later, he explained that what was happening was my prostate was being stimulated and that's why I got so excited.
But I remember locking my legs around his back, licking Janet's ass and just about ready to explode. Allan reached down between my legs, his tongue still working on my bottom. He grabbed hold of my cock stroking it up and down, murmuring how nice it felt, how big and thick.
Then, he started moving me. I let my body take orders from the instructions of his hands. I was lifted up and moved into a crouch. My cock was aiming right at Janet's asshole and she smiled at me and handed me a tube of lubricant.
I greased myself in a flash and really got excited. I'd never been in a chick's asshole before and I couldn't wait to get started. Throwing her legs over my shoulders, Janet guided my cock into place and with just the smallest pressure from me, the head of my tool disappeared right inside her asshole. She gave out a little yelp of delight and I took the hint and pushed down. More and more of my yard slipped inside her, held in place by her tight hot cavity.
Pretty soon, I was buried all the way to my root. My balls banged against her bottom as I looked down between my legs and watched my pole moving in and out of her ass. It really looked great, just out of sight.
I liked it just as much as fucking a cunt, because Janet held me in place with a terrific grip. My fingers started to play with her tits and then with her cunt. I leaned forward, still pumping my shaft in and out, as I tongued her nipples hard and sucked them up into my mouth.
She just loved every minute of it. My hand was cupping her box, poking in and out so that I felt my cock moving in her asshole. That was a turn on, unreal! I pinched her clit and pawed her and did every conceivable thing to her body.
And she was in paradise. As for Allan, shit, but he was busy as well. I thought he was going to shove his cock in my mouth or something like that, but instead, he stayed behind me, fingering my nuts and bending down on the bed and spreading the cheeks of my ass once again.
Again, his tongue moved into place, lured by my quivering buttocks. I felt it lashing in and out of my asshole, lubricated so that he entered me without a single bit of pain. He cupped my balls; he played with the root of my cock as it slid in and out of his wife's ass. He did everything to me. I thought I was being piggy and not letting him have some fun, but Allan was able to take care of himself.
Surprises were in store for me.
He took the tube of lubricant and when I turned my head around, still fucking the shit out of his wife's ass, he was greasing himself up good. I couldn't believe the size of his cock. It was immense, just like the rest of his body. His balls hung heavy and low and his cock was a straight pole of hard muscled flesh with a ruby-red cock head there almost as big as my fist.
I'd never seen a cock like that, not in pictures or anything. I didn't know where he was going to put it, thinking that maybe he'd fuck Janet's cunt at the same time I did her ass.
But that, contrary to what I may have thought, was not the case.
You see, Allan was getting me ready. It was my ass he wanted, not his wife's. I didn't know this until I felt his finger sliding in and out of my ass. It was even nicer than his tongue and I wiggled my backside just like Janet was doing, holding still for a moment, my belly up against hers, not wanting to come just yet.
Allan was very gentle, very practiced as well.
He finger-fucked me until my ass shone, glowing with newfound excitement. It didn't hurt at all and I knew I was going to love what was bound to come next.
After pulling out his finger, he kissed me on the back of my neck and told me to relax and stay inside his wife's ass. I did that, still not moving, my cock hard and rigid. Allan aimed his pole right up against my hole and though I couldn't see what was happening, I certainly was able to feel it.
First, the head of his thick whacker pushed apart the folds of my perennial aperture, to be quite medical and scientific. My bottom-hole opened up as he increased the pressure. His cock began to move inside my ass. The experience was not to be believed. No one, not even myself, had ever done this to my ass.
I was ready to shoot just from feeling him pushing his way inside me. The walls of my ass stretched to accommodate his thick beautiful piece of meat and his pecker inched further in. He was wonderfully gentle, kissing and stroking me all the while as his long erect penis moved down into my bottom. At last, he was completely sheathed.
"How does it feel, Neil?" he asked.
No one was moving. I was in Janet. She was silent, holding me against her. Allan was in me, leaning against my back, his cock in place and momentarily stationary.
"It feels as if you're ... you're whole body is in me. So strange," I said, quite stoned, even a little maudlin because I was getting such good vibes from these people. They were so beautiful to look at, so nice to be with, so physical and giving. I've never felt such warmth or happiness before or since, and that's the truth.
But this isn't anytime to complain of what was.
Then, we started to move. I felt Allan shoving his cock in and out of my ass, pulling it half out, plunging it all the way back in. His pubic hair ground against my buttocks and I began to move to the same rhythm, the same pace as he was. In and out I hammered away at Janet, the three of us caught up in a great stoned erotic moment, an unbelievable three-way moment of perfect and absolute union.
I was the first to come. Having been fucking the longest, I couldn't hold back any longer. The feeling of being in her ass and having my ass treated the same way, was too much for me. With a great shout, and whimpering and snorting like an animal, I shot my load deep inside Janet's ass.
She began to shiver and cry and thrust her belly up to meet my loins, my cock shriveling and going soft inside her as I still fingered her twat and tried to bring off her climax. I was successful, because pretty soon she hugged me close to her and whistled and screamed with a high-pitched hysterical kind of voice. I pulled my cock out and shoved it inside her damp pussy.
It was limp, but with a few strokes in and out of her twat, it got hard right away. I plugged her hole once again and her climax hit her like a blow to the head. She screamed, rolled about, tossed and carried on as I moved my tool inside her cunt.
And then, hearing and feeling and watching the two of us going temporarily berserk and out of control, Allan attacked my ass with a fierceness that implied his own desire to come. He pounded his meat in and out of my bottom, the friction giving me the most delicious sensations.
I felt his cream exploding inside my hot bottom just as he yelled that he was shooting his load. Something warm and juicy gushed inside me and I wiggled my ass and clenched and unclenched my sphincter muscles to give him the most amount of pleasure and maximum tightness.
It seemed as if he was coming forever, but finally he slowed down and lay heavily on top of me, quite out of breath. I pulled my cock out of Janet's pussy and it was covered with come and a little bits of shit, but I didn't care, I was just too happy and too sexually fulfilled to hassle my head about a natural thing like that.
Allan, too, plopped out of me and we all lay back on the bed, covered with sweat, physically drained and still super-stoned from the dynamite grass we had smoked less than an hour before.
I was filled with such joy, such emotional satisfaction. At that moment, I was hopelessly in love with these two people. They were no longer strangers. Somehow, I felt that I had known them all my life, that they hadn't used my body and that I hadn't used theirs as well.
Maybe it doesn't make sense, but up to this point I'll have to admit that I never really had that good a time with chicks. But having Allan and Janet together was just a whole other scene. They both turned me on so completely, that I felt I could stay in their house forever, become their sexual slave, if there is such a thing.
"Do you know about bisexuals," Janet asked.
I confessed that I didn't know and when they told me that I, too, was a bisexual, I didn't know what to say. I couldn't understand how they could come to such a conclusion after knowing me for so short a time. The vibes were changing, but I couldn't leave. And the truth was, my body was still there, even if my head was getting slightly or vaguely disillusioned.
But Janet's announcement illustrated itself a minute or so later. Allan stretched out on his stomach, his head resting against his folded arms. His legs were spread apart and I looked at him lying there, his round tight ass and the back of his hairy muscular legs just waiting to be touched and caressed.
I was turned on by the sight. Suddenly, it didn't matter that he was a man and I was a man. I just wanted to touch him. I moved over on the bed and straddled him, my legs pressed up against his thick muscled thighs. I began to massage his back, the back of his neck, leaning down now and then to kiss him and lick his body with my tongue.
He smelt musky and clean, a strange but attractive combination of scents. I slipped farther down his body, resting my weight on top of his calves, my hands cupping his round perfect bottom. The cheeks of his ass were tight, dimpled and beautifully proportioned. The kind of ass you see on Greek statues of classical gods.
Allan was very god-like and I couldn't resist any longer. I wanted to give him the same kind of pleasure he had given me, so I stretched out, my legs over the edge of the bed. I spread apart the cheeks of his beautiful bottom with my shaking and eager hands.
At the time, at that moment, I was completely oblivious to Janet, although she came over in just a little while. But right then I just leaned down and buried my mouth between Allan's ass cheeks, licking the cleft of his bottom, thickly haired with a golden pelt, the same color hair that grew on his legs and covered his massive rippling chest.
"How do you feel?" I asked him.
"Keep going, Neil. Do whatever you like. I'm loving every minute of it," he said, smiling back at me and reaching out to take Janet in his arms and place his lips down between her legs. So while they were busy, I got to work as well.
My mouth hungered for more than the hairy cleft of his ass. I pushed the cheeks apart and dug right in, finding his asshole faintly brown, puckered as beautifully as Janet's. The muscles were tougher and the skin thicker, but my tongue was persistent and I kept licking his hole, clean and sweet tasting, until it opened up for me and my tongue went right inside his ass.
Shit, but it was unbelievable. I kept poking my tongue in and out of his bottom, really turned on to rimming him. Meanwhile, my cock was just rubbing up against the sheet and I had this incredible hard-on. I was hungry to find a place to put it in. The lubricant was nearby and getting up on my knees, putting my middle finger to his hole instead of my tongue, I began to grease up my hard stiff cock.
Allan was still eating Janet out, slurping up the juices that ran out of her pussy, licking up the remains of my own come as well. Not that I felt neglected, but still ...
My finger poked in and out, getting Allan ready.
"Is it all right?" I asked, not sure if he really wanted me to do it to him.
He looked back over his shoulder and smiled: "If it pleases you, Neil, it'll please me as well."
I just nodded my head, stoned out of my mind. His ass was all I thought about, all I saw at the moment. My cock shone with grease and I knelt down and pushed the head of my affair up against his bottom-hole. There wasn't even a pause to contemplate what I was doing. I just shoved my hips down and in it went, clean as a whistle. The head and then the shaft of my throbbing member, all at once buried all the way inside his ass. I sighed with excitement as I felt his hot cavity close around my stiff tool.
It felt much like Janet's ass, except that Allan was built so differently and his bottom, rather than being soft and plump, was very hard and firm. I reached under as I began to lay in my strokes, finding his cock rising up along his belly and chest. I held his giant staff in my hand, frigging him wildly as I increased the power and tempo of my pumping strokes.
Janet rose up from her crouch and Allan pulled his mouth away from his wife's pussy. She moved over to me and told the two of us to change position. I held Allan against me, my cock jerking violently as I got over on my back. He turned with me so that he was resting on top of me, my penis still hidden inside his bottom.
He was pretty heavy, but the pressure of his weight felt good on top of me. Besides, I now got a chance to really look at his prick and I just held it and frigged it, playing with his nuts, tickling his nipples and exciting him as he rose up and down on my cock, riding it like a stick of candy in a child's mouth.
Janet stood up and placed her palms against the wall, bracing herself. Then she lowered her body into a crouch so that she was just about sitting on my face. It was not to be believed. I found my sight filled with her cunt and ass. First, she pushed her pussy in my mouth and I licked and slurped at her twat, tickling her cunt lips and playing with. But she wasn't satisfied with being eaten out. She wanted more.
She moved her body up a little, changed position and lowered herself once again. I now had her ass down by my mouth and my hands left Allan's thick rigid hose for a second, just long enough to spread apart the cheeks of Janet's ass and allow my mouth and tongue to find her bottom-hole.
I licked it fiercely, my own come still dripping out, thick and salty. My hands returned to Allan's rod and now lubricated with some spit I had applied. I rotated my palm on the head of his cock, making him moan with pleasure.
He swiveled around, doing elaborate gymnastics. Now, he was sitting on my rod, staring me in the face. I smiled at him and kept licking his wife's bottom. She got off me and leaned breathlessly against the wall and I took the opportunity to catch my breath and watch my cock moving in and out of Allan's ass as he rode it up and down, his balls bouncing heavily against my belly.
That image, that picture of him sitting on me and smiling his sexual excitement, always returns in my dreams. It was almost the perfect moment of the evening. Allan riding me up and down, Janet moving over now and presenting her pussy to be licked as Allan's long pink tongue flicked across her twat, lapping at her mound.
"I'm gonna come," I told them, feeling my nuts tightening and my cream ready to travel up my shaft and shoot into his ass.
He jockeyed on top of me quicker now, my pole appearing and disappearing with a fierce urgency as I yelled that it was happening.
"Do, it, baby, shoot ... give it to me ... come in my ass, baby," he urged in a whisper, his body hot and my loins aching as it hit me and I shot and came and I was gushing my cream inside of him and he was riding me for all he was worth.
I bent my head down, my neck aching with the strain, just able to take the head of his thick hose between my lips. I sucked at it hard, trying to bring him to a crisis. I wanted him to come in my mouth, wanted to know what his seed tasted like.
He lifted himself off me and pushed my head down between his legs his entire shaft going into my mouth, the head of his tool banging against the back of my throat.
My mouth was filled with his stiff rigid poker and I felt it pulsing and twitching inside my throat. I sucked on it, long and hard and pretty soon his hips began to jerk and he looked wildly about, hungering for something, someone.
Janet looking worn and tired, gave him her pussy again and he stuck his tongue between her thick pouting lips as suddenly he jerked his entire body and his cock exploded like dynamite bursting in my mouth.
I tried to swallow his gism as fast as it spouted, but he was coming so much that I couldn't get it all down. His thick salty cream spilled out of the corners of my mouth, down my chin and onto my chest. He kept coming, unable to stop, his body jerking violently and his eyes thrown back so that for one brief instant it looked like he was dead, the whites showing and the pupils rolled up and out of sight.
Then he calmed down and his body relaxed, jerked like a puppet with the strings suddenly cut. He let me lick his cock dry, keeping it in my mouth, his own mouth still on Janet's pussy.
She came as well, whimpering softly, standing up on the bed, her legs twitching. Juice flowed from between the lips of her cunt as she reached her climax.
But I was more involved with Allan at that moment, more into making this orgasm last as long as possible for him. I guess I was in love. It freaks me out to think about, it, but the memory of his cock inside my ass and then my cock inside his, is still too much to handle.
And that was the first time we did it. And the only time, unfortunately. I don't know why, guess I never will, but they didn't want to see me after that.
I called a few times and spoke to Janet. Either Allan wasn't home or he didn't want to talk to me. Janet said that they were busy and after three or four calls like that, I took the hint and stopped phoning.
They never ran the ad in the paper again, by the way.
So, the whole thing boils down to a question of who I am and where my head is sexually. I love to get my ass fucked and Hove to do the same thing to someone else. I like this guy and I like girls. I just don't know who I am anymore, and that gets to be a drag, a real drag and a real fucking hassle.
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CONCLUSION:
Neil S.'s suppressed and hitherto latent homosexual desires had found expression in a triple experience with Janet and Allan. The confusion of what he felt to be his bisexual nature, led him into depressions and bouts of melancholia and unhappiness.
In the lengthy time he was in therapy and under my care, I was only able to relieve Neil of his guilt feelings toward his homosexual inclinations. He began to see that it was not morally wrong to be physically attracted to a man and eventually accepted his own anal attachment and erogenous (anal) desires without a concurrent emotional malaise.
But, to this day, Neil is still looking for that "Perfect" three-way anal experience, wanting a girl and a man at the same time, wanting both of them to share with him the conflicting duality of his bisexual nature and his strong anal appetite.
CASE NUMBER FIVE
Betty P.
INTERVIEW ONE
NOTES:
Betty P., a twenty-four-year-old white unmarried female, was under my care for a period of not less than a year. She initially sought therapy because she was an active lesbian and wished to become a "normal" (her words) woman, i.e. a woman with heterosexual inclinations.
Miss P. presented a very masculine appearance. She was-and still is-a rather squat and overweight young woman, with short hair and masculine mannerisms. Nevertheless, she told me that she wanted to be a mother and a wife and that she was unhappy with her present companion, a woman a few years older than her whom she referred to as her "lover."
"Kathy is sweet and all," she told me at our first meeting. "But she's a real maniac in bed. I mean, I like to kiss and neck, stuff like that, but Kathy wants to do everything. Shit, she just wants me to be a man!"
I didn't understand all of patient's nuances and so I set up my tape recorder and instructed her in the art of its manipulation.
Pretend I'm not here, that you're writing a letter or something. I told her, prepared to take notes as an adjunct to the transcript of our initial session. The following is Miss P.'s narrative, a most interesting example of one means of expressing a decidedly anal and erogenous appetite.
I met Kathy several years ago, when I was still in college. As soon as I graduated, I began to live with her. She's a gym teacher in a junior high and at the time that I met her, I was also studying phys ed. Now, I coach the girls in all sorts of sports at a school not too far away from where Kathy teaches.
More than anything, I remember the first night we did it together. I hadn't even gone to bed with boys, I was so naive. And repressed, that too. But that isn't the point. The point is that Kathy came up to me one afternoon and asked me if I'd like to go back to her place for some dinner.
We had eyed each other for several weeks since the semester began and though I still didn't know where my sexual tastes lay, I found her very exciting, just to look at.
Unlike me, Kathy is very long-legged and slim. She has a body that reminds me of an athlete, highly muscled but still very feminine. A strange combination, but it works, and beautifully. I thought she was the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen and when she asked me to come over for dinner, I just couldn't believe it.
Of course, innocent that I was, I had absolutely no idea what the night's adventures were going to be. I thought it was just two girls spending an evening together. Sex never entered my mind. You see I looked upon Kathy as being beyond my touch, so aesthetically pleasing that I'd never be able to get near her.
That was not how it turned out. Lucky for me, or so I thought at the time, she was really turned on to my looks. She told me later that night that I had a certain butch air about me that made her cunt itch just to look at me. But that's skipping most of my story ...
I arrived punctually, even ten minutes early, bringing her some flowers I had bought on the way over. Her apartment was spacious and beautifully decorated, a careful touch everywhere. Kathy was in grad school at the time, working on her master's. I was still a lowly undergraduate.
I'll skip the dinner and the faces we made staring at each other. Let is suffice for me to say that the air was charged with a kind of raw sexuality which I had never been exposed to before. I wasn't sure I'd be able to handle things and this kind of worried me all through the dinner.
Afterwards, we went into her living room and she played some very soft music. We used to call it "make-out music" in high school. Very sensual and dreamy and mindless fluffy stuff. I thought she'd be into something heavy. Anyway, I was a nervous fat young adult, no longer an adolescent and certainly not yet a woman. I twiddled my thumbs; I crossed and uncrossed my legs. I sat on the couch and looked and acted like a nervous wall flower hoping somebody, anybody would ask me for a dance.
Kathy sat down next to me and put her arm on the back of the couch. I was conscious of her fingertips playing across the back of my neck and I sat very rigidly, terribly excited and terribly unnerved.
Do you like this music? she asked in a very soft appealing kind of voice, inching a little closer so that her bare legs-she was wearing a short skirt and no stockings-came in touch with my nearest thigh.
It's very ... romantic, I told her in a whisper, afraid now to play 'eyesies' like we had done at the dinner table. "Do you have any boyfriends?" she asked.
Boyfriends! I replied with considerable amazement. Boys don't like me ... and I don't like boys.
"Really?"
I could tell that she was pleased and I began to rattle off the story of my life, leaving not a single important detail. She looked at me with great intensity, finally leaning over and cupping my head in her hands.
"I think you're a beautiful woman," she told me.
I'm ugly, I lamented, turning my eyes down.
"I think you're beautiful and I also think I've fallen in love with you."
I didn't say anything. Like in every sad song, my heart stopped still and I didn't breathe. When she pressed her mouth down upon my lips, I gulped for air and hugged her tightly, pushing her against me, caressing her madly, wildly, all my pent-up sexual energy pouring out as passion overcame good taste.
I didn't care. I wanted her. I loved her then, loved her with all my body, all my emotions. What happened later isn't important in relation to this particular moment in my life. Kissing her, feeling her tongue circling my mouth in slow and wonderfully erotic sensual movements, thrilled me to the very quick.
I had masturbated many times before that night and I knew that I was getting incredibly excited. My groin itched and grew hot. Between my legs I felt a warm moisture, a dampness that always indicated I was approaching an orgasm. It was all happening so fast, so quickly and I was in absolutely no control.
"Oh, I want you, my darling," she whispered in my ear. Want you in the worst possible way. All of you. Every last bit of you."
Maybe it sounds silly repeating that, but at the time of our first experience with sex, I ate up every word she told me as if it was the purest manner.
She undressed me, pulling off my clothes, my sweatshirt and tennis sneakers and tight tapered pants. When I was completely naked, she led me into the bedroom and told me to lie down on the just look at me, just feast her eyes upon me.
I was even fatter then, but my very size and girth turned her on something fierce. She sat down on the bed, looked at me long and hard and bent her head, her tongue lashing out suddenly and licking my heavy pendulous breasts. She sponged down every inch of my skin, tickling my nipples until they rose erect and firm between her lips.
I moaned and clawed the sheets, arched my pubic mound upwards, humping the air, wanting to feel her, feel her everywhere. She swung herself onto the bed, her lips still glued, fastened as it were, to my nipples.
Quickly, I unbuttoned her blouse and tugged it off her, pulling her arms through the sleeves. Her bra went off as well and I was able to see her breasts rising high and firm, two round and perfectly formed globes of flesh, white as ivory.
I bent down and licked the flaccid nipples, tonguing them delicately, tasting her body oils and perfume and her very essence. I licked and moved my mouth over her tits, rolling the nipples hard beneath my fingernails.
I had never done this before, never been to bed with anyone, much less a woman. But it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. Our bodies seemed to fit together, to curve into each other like a pair of spoons.
We said very little, too busy exploring each other's bodies. I pulled off her skirt and then her panties, lime green they were. I still remember as if it was yesterday.
And then I just gazed, my eye wide with excitement, my mouth falling open with amazement. I saw her cunt, her brown pubic mound, her soft fleecy tendrils of hair rising around the pouting smooth lips of her beautiful cunt. It was the most beautiful, most extraordinary sight I have ever contemplated. I wanted to bury my face down between her legs, sniff the aroma of the womanhood, feel my lips and tongue and mouth pressing against the delicate pink lips of her snatch.
With an ease that still astounds me, we each knew exactly what the other craved. I fell down upon her cunt with hot desire and she twisted me around so that we were doing sixty-nine together. I felt her lips licking between the lips of my own cunt, sucking up the juices of my vaginal furrow. I arched my back up and down and more and more of her tongue entered my canal.
She played with my clitoris as well, making me shiver with delight.
And as for me, I was too busy to think or even feel that much of my own pleasure. Her cunt consumed me and I tried to ravish it with my mouth, pulling both sets of lips apart, the large blood-filled outer labia and the inner ones, the lappets as I have sometimes heard the referred to.
Then, she slid her face up-I was the one on top, and pulled apart the cheeks of my ass. My buttocks quivered as I felt her tongue sliding over my bottom-hole, licking it in slow exotic circles, taking her own good time and moving a finger in and out of my box at the same moment.
To tell you the truth, I had never thought of the ass as an erogenous zone. But there was no denying the pleasure I was receiving as Kathy worked on my bottom. Her tongue pistoned in and out and I could feel her slither inside, licking the walls of my rectum.
I had showered and douched so carefully and exactingly, that I didn't worry about any natural smells or any dirt. Finding so much excitement and stimulation from her handling and mouthing of my bottom, I pushed my face past her furrow and down further, between the cheeks of her own exquisite and tight sculptured little ass.
My eyes took everything in, ogled the rose-colored puckered hole covered with the faintest ringlets of blonde hair, hair that was many shades lighter than the hair on her cunt. I licked it very slowly, savoring her smell and her own shivering motions as her ass began to twitch, moving with excited little muscular spasms and jerks.
"Keep doing it," she begged me. "It feels so good, Betty," she told me, her voice husky and filled with desire.
I attacked her bottom with a burst of energy, licking madly, my tongue pushing its way right inside and feeling the hot dry walls of her ass enveloping my mouth. I licked and sucked on her as she did the same to me, playing with her pussy as well. But her ass intrigued and moved me much more than her cunt. It was obvious that she liked to be stimulated there and as far as I was concerned, whatever Kathy liked was good enough for me.
I decided to be aggressive and experiment.
I lifted myself off her as she looked at me with a confused and hurt little expression. But I didn't give her reason to doubt my love as I turned around and pulled her legs up over my shoulders. I squatted down in front of her and glued my lips to her box, chewing and slurping up a fresh discharge of cunt juice which came trickling down her vagina, coating the lips of her cunt with a delicious glistening dew.
As my mouth kept her pussy stimulated and highly aroused, I spit on my fingers, worked them into her box for good measure to get them even moister. Then I pushed the longest finger right inside her ass.
She gave a yelp of surprise and smiled at me. I knew that this was what she had been waiting for and my finger moved in and out, imitating the pumping motions of a cock. When I was satisfied that one finger was working up her lust, I pushed in a second and then a third.
She was panting now, jerking up and down on the bed, her legs clamped over my shoulders. My three fingers were held together, thick and penetrating as they moved inside her ass, moved in and out with quick darting and strangely practiced motions.
"Oh, I can't bear it, Betty. It feels so good, so nice in there. Do it faster. Move them in and out even faster," she begged, her skin turning pink with a fresh flush of excitement.
I was fired up by her encouragement and found the active role a pleasant and rewarding experience for me. I was so pleased that I was able to give her pleasure, physical and sexual satisfaction, that I worked on her bottom with all my energy and my newfound love, licking her cunt so that it fairly drooled with my spittle and fingering her asshole with swift darting pumping strokes.
Then she cried out, "Now, now ... I'm coming, baby, hold me, do it, fuck me, fuck me ..." she begged, screaming and whimpering and tossing on the bed, rolling from side to side with a look of great anguish in her eyes.
I wanted her to come, wanted to know that I had helped her achieve an orgasm and so I kept my fingers there and moved my tongue down as well, endeavoring to slip it in with my hand, licking her ass that was now moist and hot.
She came with a great gush of cunt juice, flowing down her inner thighs, dripping into my mouth as I sucked on her ass and rimmed her for all I was worth. Her whole body shivered, twitched violently and she sounded like a baby crying for its mother.
I lapped her ass and snatch absolutely dry, sucking down all her liquid, all her love. I was so caught up in what I was doing, so involved in making her warm and happy.
Afterwards-and mind you, I still hadn't come yet-we lay together. She was cradled in my arms and we held each other close.
"I am so incredibly in love with you that it scares me," she confessed, kissing me lightly on the cheek.
I couldn't say anything. No words would have been sufficient. I just closed my eyes and held her close, playing with her nearest nipple as it rose invitingly, moving slightly as I fingered it. We must have stayed in that one position for quite awhile. It was getting late and I knew I should be getting back to the dorm, but Kathy wouldn't let me leave.
"What do you mean?" she said with indignation. "I still have to give you pleasure, my dear. Sex isn't a one-way trip, you know. It's mutual stimulation, mutual satisfaction."
And saying this, she got off the bed and rummaged around in her dresser. She found what she was looking for and came back to the bed with her hands folded behind her back.
What are you hiding? I asked, enjoying her game.
"A secret," she replied, beaming like a little girl.
What kind of secret?
"A secret that should give you the most exquisite heavenly pleasure, Betty. Just shut your eyes and do whatever comes natural. You won't forget this. Ever!"
I closed my eyes, wondering what she was going to do. My legs were spread apart and I felt her tongue moving down to my asshole, licking that tender sensitive area with quick fleeting and darting strokes of her mouth. I cried out with delight as I felt her rimming me.
Then it changed. Instead of a tongue, I felt a large warm object moving with insistent pressure against my bottom. Something entered me, something that felt hard and quite enormous, too big to be fingers, much too big to be a tongue.
I opened my eyes and gasped with amazement, shock registering on my face as I watched Kathy bending over me, inserting a long thick rubber thing right up my asshole.
What are you doing? I asked, frightened at the size of the thing and wondering how it would ever enter me and if it did, to what purpose.
"Using a dildo," she said. "Haven't you ever used one or seen one before?"
Never! It looks just like a man's penis, only bigger. It'll never get inside of me.
"Just relax, Betty. It's even nicer than fingers. Wait, you'll see," she told me, pushing the dildo another inch up into my bottom.
I did what she requested, letting my muscles go limp. And sure enough, as the dildo moved up into my ass, I began to burn with a rush of excitement. Kathy fingered my cunt as she moved the dildo in and out faster and faster, It felt warm and firm it my bottom, exerting the most delicious friction as it slid easily up and down along my anal canal. I held my breath as my hips gyrated up to meet each fresh thrust.
Kathy then leaned down and tongued and frigged my cunt as she worked the dildo on my bottom. I couldn't bear it any longer and I felt my groin exploding, shooting out like rockets of raw naked energy, my whole being consumed in the fire of my orgasm. I screamed and ranted and wanted more and more of the huge rubber tool inside of me.
I just lost all sense of control as my cunt juice flooded my gash and gushed right into Kathy's open mouth. She sucked it fiercely, chewing on my engorged and highly distended clitoris. The pleasure made masturbation-the only kind of orgasm I had known before this moment-seem like a complete waste of time.
Never before had I experienced such a suspension of reality. Every part of me burned and itched and I jerked and rolled about on the bed, pressing Kathy's head down between my legs, wanting more, always and always more.
At last I quieted down, lying back limp and exhausted as she pulled the damp hard rubber pole from between the cheeks of my ass. I heard it plopping out, squishing as it left my ass. There was an emptiness there, an emptiness that I wanted filled, filled forever.
That was how I was introduced to anal sex. That was the first time. But if you have assumed that Kathy desired a woman who would play the active and thus the more masculine role, you are quite right.
Our relationship took the form of a marriage. I was the husband, growing butcher and more dyky every day as Kathy, still a big handsome and vaguely masculine woman, allowed her feminine side to take hold of her.
But like a nymphomaniac who can never be satisfied nor ever achieve an orgasm, Kathy became insatiable. Oh, she was perfectly healthy and could come two or three times in succession. But she always wanted more, draining me of my energy as she strove to reach a peak of sexual excitement.
Early in the relationship I loved every second of it. But of late, it's become too much for me. I'm tired of being the man, plain and simple. You see, from the hand-operated black rubber dildo, we've graduated to more sophisticated software.
Now we use French ticklers, obscene looking things to begin with, though they do work quite nicely at what they're supposed to do. And dildos that look exactly like erect cocks. I have to strap one on. There's a whole harness and belt that comes with it. Kathy bought it for me and would you believe ... this is too much, I'm embarrassed.
Would you believe that she fills it with warm heavy sweet cream, I can squirt it out just to imitate a man's come. I have to wear this thing mounted right over my pussy, an artificial penis that I use to insert both up her cunt and up her ass.
Occasionally she does it to me, but most times I get off just by fucking her. Well, things might have gone along like this for years, forever maybe if she had her way. But I decided that I needed a little change. I was tired of being the butch dyke with the fake cock. I felt that there was more in life and more in my sex life, as well.
To be quite frank, I wanted to get fucked for a change.
This whole reversal of roles, as it were, began to become evident a few months ago. We have this whole circle of gay friends, both male and female, and several of the guys like to swing both ways.
Well, I decided to go adventuring when Kathy went out of town for a teacher's convention somewhere upstate. I had four days of total privacy and I decided to use them to the best advantage.
Consequently, I called over my friend Rick one evening and made him dinner. I'm a shitty cook, but he didn't complain. Cripes, but it's nice just to be served a meal by someone else, so he ate every bite and asked for seconds. Then, the fun really began.
Rick is a pretty masculine looking guy and most people would never guess that he's queer. He's tall and dark-haired and really good-looking, a really 'humpy number' as the boys like to say. It wasn't so much that I was hot for his cock or his body. I just wanted to see what it was like to do it with a man. I had been the one to first burst my cherry ... a slip of my masturbating hand when I was still a kid, so there weren't any problems or difficulties on that score.
All through dinner I had sneaked looks between his legs, wondering what kind of equipment he kept in readiness. I wanted a cock that would be even bigger than the dildo, wanted a real person to prove to myself that human beings were a helluva lot more satisfying than those fucking artificial pricks I'd been using for so long.
And I wasn't disappointed, because I noticed a nice firm bulge in his trousers, indicating that he was indeed a man to be contended with. He was, because he brought over some grass and we smoked two or three joints, getting beautifully stoned.
Kathy and I had used marijuana as a sexual stimulant several times before, but she's a little up-tight about it, so we never kept very much in the house. But Rick's really into that scene and he had great stuff with him.
Pretty soon, my fingers were just itching to get hold of him. We were stretched out on the carpet listening to heavy rock, just stoned and into the music. I reached out my hand and took his fingers, placing them over my tits.
He liked that, I could tell, because he immediately responded by squeezing down on my breast, finding my nipples and tickling them until they swelled up beneath his probing touch. We kissed then, touching each other as he slid on top of me. He began to dry hump me through his clothes and I could feel this huge thing pushing up against my mound, trying to get in.
Aggressive and masculine as was my nature, I took the first chance I got to feel him up, running my hands over his bulge and grasping his stiff rod through his trousers. He loved that and fell over on his side as I unzipped him and pulled off his pants and then his under shorts.
It was bigger than the dildo, all right. Big and thick and beautiful in a way I had never imagined a man's genitals could be. I stroked his penis as it rose up along his firm muscled belly. He ran his hands through my hair.
Off went my clothes in a second. Off went his shirt until we were both stark naked, staring at each other, stoned out of our skulls and just dying to jump into each other's laps.
"Do you have any grease?" he asked me, quite nonchalant and playing with himself as we looked each other over with more than just casual interest.
I'd heard that line before and felt a twinge of disappointment. I wanted my pussy fucked and Rich was more interested in my ass. But I found a tube of lubricant in the medicine cabinet and brought it out. He rubbed it on his cock until it shone and pulsed beneath his touch.
I didn't have to be told and I led him into the bedroom, getting down on our big double bed and spreading my legs like a good girl, ready to let the boy indulge. And indulge he did.
He made me lift my bottom with two pillows so that my asshole was now in close proximity to his stiff jutting cock. Rubbing more goo on his hands, he massaged my hole, slipping in one finger and lubricating both my perennial area and my rectum. Then he me into position and told me to relax, just as Kathy had done that first time we had had sex together.
I stared at his cock, fascinated as he drove it down into my bottom-hole, an expression of great seriousness and intensity on his face. He held me by the waist for leverage and kept pushing. I wasn't new at this game and though his cock was longer than our biggest dildo, it still wasn't as thick. So I had no trouble accommodating him and in just a few seconds he was sheathed up to his cods, as our grandparents used to say.
I gazed with wonder as his real live and wonderful cock moved in and out of my ass. The shaft glistened and his pubic bush mashed against my bottom as he decided to be daring and thoroughly masculine and reached up to my cunt, playing with my clitoris which fascinated him most of all.
He tickled it and rolled it about with his fingertips, his middle finger moving into my gash and poking in and out of my snatch. He pistoned his cock in at the same time and I felt this wonderful sensation of fulfillment, of warmth, seeping into my loins.
It feels fabulous, I confessed with a great big grin on my face.
"Same here. As nice as the best ass I've ever had, and I've had more than my share," he said with a laugh, working harder now, shoving and pumping away so that I wiggled my bottom in time to his strokes.
The whole thing was too good, too wonderful for words. It made this business with the dildos and the ticklers and all that other stuff just look like a load of crap. I hadn't ever realized that I could make it with a man and suddenly, my whole like seemed to change.
* * *
Sure, I'm the most feminine thing in the world, but I learned allot about myself that night. I learned that I enjoyed a man and I thoroughly enjoyed a nice big cock. And Rick knew exactly what he was doing, quite the man of experience at such matters. He had cultivated anal intercourse, making it an art, giving it a kind of breathless pulsing style that brought tears to my eyes as great rushed of physical excitement filled my body.
And then, a moment of magic transpired.
After doing it for so long with that hot cream business, I never realized that I had never felt a man shooting his come. But Rick did, and plenty of it. All of a sudden he began to howl and jerk his cock in and out like a sledgehammer, pounding in and pulling out a breakneck speed. His balls banged against my bottom as I heard him scream that he was coming and to hold on for the final explosion.
Suddenly, I felt something happening inside of my ass that made the warm cream and the dildo operation look ridiculous. Something thick, almost foaming, was filling my insides, spattering against the walls of my ass. His finger frigged my pussy wildly, hoping to bring me to a crisis.
But just the fact that he was coming was enough. As he shot his load into me I felt my own climax being triggered as all my nerve endings danced and jiggled and my whole body trembled with the force of my incredible shattering orgasm. It lasted for so long, though I guess that was the grass in me that made it seem so drawn out. But I was exhausted afterwards and didn't even remember when Rick pulled his cock out of me, I was so limp and covered with sweat.
And that, is a capsule of my sex life up until today. I haven't stopped loving Kathy, but I'm tired of accepting the substitute, accepting a dildo and doing this job on her. I want to be with a man, be a mother, learn what it is to be a woman. I'm sick and tired, fucking tired, of being a dyke, a lesbian, a real butch lady. I just want to be me, Betty. That's all I'm asking, just for another chance. And maybe a chance for happiness, if my luck holds out."
* * *
Although Betty P. showed a decided preference for anal as opposed to vaginal intercourse, she was still able to make a successful adjustment to heterosexuality. Working hard at her therapy and accomplishing an amazing amount in just the short span of several intensive months, she is now married and the mother of a little girl.
Her case is but an example of how anal intercourse is employed by the members of sexual minorities to achieve climax and physical satisfaction. All too often, however, these active practitioners of homosexual love, become unnaturally and neurotically fixated on the anus.
For Betty, this still remains true. Luckily, her husband enjoys anal penetration as much as he does vaginal insertion and so is able to find sexual gratification with a man without renouncing or "giving up" her anal tastes.
As she expressed herself to me during one of her last psychotherapeutic sessions, "A man's organ fits into me one helluva lot better than any of those gadgets I used to wear. It's real, doctor. Who needs rubber and plastic when flesh is so much nicer, so much warmer and so much more alive?"
CASE NUMBER SIX
Jane A.
INTERVIEW ONE:
NOTES:
Jane A., a white unmarried female of twenty-two years of age, was referred to me by the social services division of a neighborhood hospital. Miss A. had recently been treated for superficial wounds and abrasions as well as minor lacerations, which she incurred while being sexually assaulted by a gang of six male teenagers.
Although patient's physical damage was mostly superficial, Miss A. was considerably traumatized by the experience and it was suggested that she seek psychotherapy as a means of coping with and eventually eliminating her fears.
"It wasn't enough that they raped me, doctor. They had to do it anally. I don't know why, but they all attacked me that way. I just can't sleep at night and I've got a mild case of colitis and gastric problems and besides, I'm afraid to go out with men," Miss A. confessed at our first meeting together.
Patient was a young blonde woman with a great degree of physical appeal. She looked somewhat worn and quite unhappy, but spoke carefully and detailed her experience at great length. She was living with a girlfriend of hers that she had gone to college with at the time of the incident.
The following is the transcript of my first session with Miss A. She proved to be a highly voluble and emotional young woman, as the text below clearly indicates.
* * *
Me and Margie, that's my roommate who I've known since college, were living in a little furnished house out in the suburbs. It all happened on a Saturday. She was out of town, visiting her parents who live near Philadelphia. I was alone in the house, doing some cleaning and catching up on some of the work I had to do.
I'm taking a few courses at night at the local teachers' college. I've been thinking of teaching, but right now I'm working for a magazine. It's fun and there are a lot of groovy guys, but it really isn't my thing. Besides, it doesn't pay a hell of a lot.
Let me say right off the bat that I wasn't a virgin at the time this ... this thing, this horrible thing happened. I had been sleeping with the same boy for about three years, a fellow I met when I was still in school.
But we never had indulged in anal sex, anal intercourse or whatever you people call it. Strictly frontal, if you know what I mean. Warren, that's my boyfriend, had slept over the night before, just to keep me company because Margie wasn't home for the weekend.
Warren's really a hunk, if you want me to be honest. We have a great relationship and a terrific time together. I just get weak looking at him, he's so good-looking. And he knows just how to satisfy me, like, he plays my body as if it's a musical instrument.
It seems that things started off on the wrong side of the bed that Saturday. After breakfast, Warren came up behind me when I was washing the dishes, and hugged me close.
"I want you, Janie," he said. "Now. Right this minute!"
Who could resist? I turned around and faced him and he bent down and kissed me on the lips, holding my head in his hands. I felt his body pressed up against mine and I pushed my hips forward to meet his embrace, really turned on by the idea of doing it then and there.
Then his hands dropped to my breasts and he kneaded my flesh like clay, rolling my nipples under my blouse until they got hard and firm. I kept kissing him, cupping his chin in my hands, sucking on his chin and neck and trying to undo his shirt to get at his chest.
We were absolutely oblivious to anything or anybody but ourselves.
I helped him off with his shirt and he lifted my blouse over my head. I wasn't wearing a bra and my breasts hung free and unrestrained.
Warren leaned down and began to kiss and suck them, one at a time, moving across my chest with his tongue lapping up my skin. I loved it. His hands moved right under my skirt and, lucky for me, I wasn't wearing any panties. I felt his fingers cupping my mound, pushing against the lips of my cunt with an insistent and exciting pressure.
I spread my legs a little to let him in and immediately, my clitoris was pulled and tickled and rubbed between his fingers. Then he pushed two fingers right inside between my cuntlips and began to finger-fuck me as I licked his chest and played with his nipples, something he really grooves on.
We were having a ball, literally and physically.
He lowered me to the floor and pulled my skirt up over my hips, exposing my snatch and round plump belly. His hands were busy undoing his trousers and in a second his hard erect cock poked out, red and firm. I took the shaft in my hand and began to frig him as his mouth moved down between my legs.
He turned around on the floor and I worked his pants off so that he was now completely naked. We began to lick each other with a mad passion. I opened my mouth and took in half of his cock shaft, trying to suck it all down as he pumped in and out of my throat.
I played with his balls as they swung free, moving gently from side to side. His tongue was in my cunt up to the root, licking the walls of my vagina as we were completely consumed by our sexual excitement.
Pretty soon, he turned around again and I looked down between his legs. His cock was a pillar, long and form, the blue veins almost dancing as they pulsed hear the surface of his skin. I spread the lips of my box apart and he pushed his hips down, impaling me with one beautifully mastered stroke.
Feeling him inside me, I gave a great sigh of contentment, lifting my legs and wrapping them around his back as he began to piston in and out of my box, moving with great speed. The darting motions of his tool frictioning against the walls of my box sent me into ecstasy and, at the time, I felt I could have stayed in that one position forever.
But that was not to be the case. You see, as he was fucking me and getting pretty close to coming, I happened to look over my shoulder. Standing behind the screen door that leads from the kitchen to the backyard, was a kid of about seventeen or so.
I screamed out when I saw him. He was standing there with a lewd and ugly grin on his face, his pants open and his great red cock poking out as he masturbated himself while watching Warren and me fucking.
"Stop!" I yelled out, and Warren looked at me and then over his shoulder. He pulled himself out of me in an instant and got up and ran over to the door. But the kid had already run out and Warren, who didn't have any clothes on, couldn't run out into the street after him.
I was shaking and quite overwrought. It's pretty horrifying to be having sex with someone you love and then find out that you're being spied upon by some pervert. Kid or no kid, the guy was a bastard to do what he did.
I was a little afraid when Warren said he had to leave to get back to the city. I didn't want to be left alone. Call it a premonition or whatever, but something inside me was uneasy and still disturbed.
"Do you have to go?" I asked, as he put on his coat.
"Really, Janie. I have a business appointment later this afternoon and I just can't get out of it, despite the fact that today is Saturday," he explained.
I guess I could have gone with him, but the thought of sitting around in his apartment all afternoon by myself wasn't particularly appealing. So I said goodbye and locked the front door behind him.
A few hours later, just as it was starting to get dark, I was upstairs studying. I thought I heard noises and, though I was really afraid, I decided to go down and investigate. The front door was still locked, but I walked into the kitchen ... and screamed.
A hand shot out and clamped itself around my mouth. There in the kitchen, sitting around the dinette set, was the boy who had watched me with Warren that same afternoon. But he wasn't alone, because there were five other boys with him, all about the same age. They were high school kids, but real bumpy-looking. Just punk hoodlums.
"What do you want from me?" I yelled out when I broke free of the hand that was over my mouth. "Get out of my house. I'm going to call the police."
"You ain't calling anyone, baby," the kid who had jerked off while watching us replied. He was obviously the leader of the group and he sat at the table drinking a bottle of beer, looking very smug and self-assured.
"You can't do this!" I protested shrilly, trying to break away and run out of the house. But the same fellow who had held me before now reached out and grabbed me with all his strength. He squeezed my arm until I thought I was going to faint.
"We're gonna have ourselves a little fun, kiddo," said the boy at the table.
I didn't know what to do. They all looked so sinister and nasty, looking at me and licking their lips like a pack of animals. I made the mistake of trying to run away again, and this time my hands and feet were tied with some rope they found under the sink. A gag was placed in my mouth and I was completely helpless.
"Who's gonna be first?" the leader asked, looking at his friends whose eyes never left my body.
No one spoke, and finally he motioned to the tallest kid in the group that he should start things off. I was held in place by the burly-looking fellow who had pinned my arms down to begin with. The tall kid walked across the kitchen floor and right up to me. He slapped me across the face and laughed, his hand ramming down against my mound. My clothes were still on and I tried to scream, struggling to get loose.
Nothing helped. I was trapped, a prisoner in my own home.
"Are you hot for me, baby?" he asked. "Richie," he said, pointing to the leader and peeping-tom, "told us that you like to get fucked, that he saw you doing it this afternoon. How about a repeat performance?"
They all laughed and I could see that they were getting pretty aroused by the scene. Indeed, each boy began rubbing his hand over the front of his trousers as I noticed bulges sticking out from their pants. I began to cry, but it didn't solve my problems.
The tall fellow took me in his arms and began to slurp all over me. He stuck out his tongue and licked my ear and my chin and began to suck on my neck. All the time he was doing this, his hands were roaming over my body, pinching my tits and trying to get under my skirt.
"Take off her clothes," the others told him, slapping themselves on the backs and roaring with laughter. They all looked drunk or something like that and, as they watched, their pants bulged even more.
The tall guy ripped off my blouse, laughing maniacally as he did it. I wasn't wearing a bra and the others began to whistle and stamp their feet in approval.
"What a pair of jugs!" one of them shouted.
"Can't want to get my hands on those big boobs!" another agreed.
I turned white and closed my eyes, hoping that it was all a bad dream. But it wasn't. Not by a long shot.
The guy who had me first bent right down and clamped his teeth over my nipple. I tried to scream, but the gag was in place and he slapped me again until I quieted down. Then he began to tongue and lick my breasts, chewing a little more delicately on my nipples until, despite my hysteria, they began to elongate and grow hard and firm beneath his touch.
"She loves it," the leader told the others. "Look how hot she's getting. She just can't wait to get a big one inside of her," and he opened his fly and pulled out his own cock. It was long and not very thick, with a deep-red head appearing like a ripe plum as he pulled his foreskin up and down, wagging his cock in my direction.
The others roared with laughter, beginning to play with themselves as they settled down to watch the performance. The tall fellow was really getting worked up. I could tell by the way he moved his mouth over my breasts that he just couldn't get enough of me or of them.
Then my skirt was pulled off, as well as my panties. My vagina was exposed to their leers as I pressed my legs together, trying to keep his hand from getting inside of me.
"What a pussy, man. Did you ever see such a sweet little box? Man, I just want to stick my cock right up inside of her, give her a fuck she'll remember," one of them said to the others.
"Give it to her, Billy," the leader said.
Billy was the guy who was playing with me, touching me all over, bending down into a crouch and licking my cunt as my hands tried to break the cords that bound them behind my back. My legs were pushed apart and his hand went right up inside, fingering me obscenely.
"Is she wet yet, Billy? Give her your big one, man. Show her what it's like," the kid was encouraged by his friends.
I looked down at Billy and my eyes nearly popped out of my head. He was wearing skin-tight jeans and there was this long thick outline running halfway to his knee. I shivered at the sight because it looked like a club in his pants. I didn't know what to do and if I had been able to, I would have fainted.
My cunt was licked and nibbled and chewed upon and, despite my fear and anxiety, I was getting aroused. As if my body was rebelling, recognizing the signals of sensuality and eroticism without differentiating their source. It didn't matter that I was about to be raped. All my body felt was this warm tongue gliding over my secret parts, moving inside my cunt and licking me with the most delicious motions ever imaginable.
I was lowered to the floor and the ties around my legs were undone. Instead, two of the boys came over and each one of them held one of my legs in place. My mouth was still gagged, my arms still bound behind my back. Billy stood over me, smiling and taking his own sweet time.
Then he undid his pants and pulled them right off, taking off his black engineer's boots as well. His shirt was still on, but I could see this huge thing tenting out the front of his shirt as he smiled and glared at me, shaking with excitement.
"You want it now, baby?" he asked. "It's the biggest one in this room, ask any of the guys. They'll tell you. It's big and thick and it's gonna go all the way inside."
I looked at him, my eyes begging to be left alone. But in a flash his shirt was off and there was this huge erect cock just staring me in the eye. It was the biggest I had ever seen, making Warren's beautiful prick look like a kid's meager affair. Billy had a giant tool with huge flopping balls. He was perfectly hairless except for a thick tangle of dark brown hair around the stem of his cock and on his balls. He spit into his hand and laughed at me.
Then he applied the spit to his cock, working it over the entire length of his shaft and rubbing it into the big massive head of his dick. I didn't know why he was doing this, but the other boys were so excited watching him that they pulled out their own cocks and began to masturbate in front of me.
It was too much, and I fainted dead away, going limp like a dead fish, unable to bear the emotional trauma of what I knew was going to happen in just another minute.
I awoke, not from cold water being splashed in my face, but from an insistent pressure down between my legs. Opening my eyes and still in a daze, I saw that my legs were being lifted by the two other boys and that Billy was pushing the head of his thickly swollen rammer right up against my asshole!
I struggled and shook and tried to scream. But it was to no avail. Using all his might he just rammed his cock right up into my bottom. I felt a great tearing ripping pain going through my body, a pain that made me think of explosions and searing, burning wounds. There was something tearing the flesh between my legs as I looked down with an expression of acute horror and saw what he was doing.
The entire length of his massive rod was buried up inside my ass, filling my bottom with his evilness. I felt stoppered up, stretched and already torn apart. Tears ran down my eyes as I saw the stem of his tool moving in and out of my body as he braced his weight on the palms of his hands and pumped in and out of me. My cunt was untouched, but I felt the walls of my vagina distended from his cock working on the other side, moving inside my ass.
"Is it good, Billy?" Richie asked, his own cock hard and inflamed outside of his pants. He was still sitting at the dinette table, playing with himself, breathing hard.
"Oh man, it's so hot and tight, I can't get enough," Billy replied.
I felt his heavy sac batting against my upraised bottom as he tore in and out of my asshole, working up to a fever pitch. The pain began to merge with a certain sense of pleasure. Shocking, I know, but that's the truth.
I was feeling something akin to an orgasm approaching, except that the pain didn't end, not for one second. Warren had never as much as put a finger up my bottom and now I had to contend with a cock, and a ten-inch one at that!
I felt like I was in a dirty movie and the camera crew was sitting around watching, just enjoying the free performance. One of the boys who held my legs up reached down and began to play with my pussy as I bounced up and down on the kitchen floor, helpless.
I was getting wet with perspiration as he fingered me roughly. My legs were dripping and, all this time, Billy hadn't let up. Not for a second. His energy was limitless and again and again I felt him moving up inside of me as his balls slapped against my bottom. He looked as if he was straining and, finally, he began to moan and pant.
"Now, oh shit, here it comes! Coming! Now, holy shit!" he screamed out, as something warm and thick shot up into my bottom, splattering against the walls of my ass. I was violated, raped, and now filled with Billy's gism as he poured his stuff into me, hammering away at my ass until his very root, his pubic bush, seemed to be swallowed by my hole.
He lay on top of me, wet with the sweat of his exertion, his breath coming in long shallow gasps as I felt his tool losing some of its rigidity and the pressure around the walls of my rectum lessening.
"It's my turn!" Richie yelled out, getting up from his seat and taking off his pants without a second's hesitation.
He stripped down and pulled his under shorts off as well. He had a thin wiry body, almost boyish, but not quite. Also, he didn't have any hair, which Warren does. His cock was thin but a good seven or so inches long, and his balls were ridiculously small. It was an ugly cock and now it, too, was going to go inside of me.
I prayed that he would take me frontally. I just couldn't bear the thought of having my asshole abused the way Billy had done, the way he had used it for his own sick pleasures. Billy pulled his fetid cock out of my bottom and got shakily to his feet. He looked down at me with an embarrassed glance before gathering up his clothes and turning quickly away.
"Did she get shit on you?" one of the kids asked with a laugh.
"Nah, clean as a whistle," he replied sullenly, going over to the fridge and taking out another bottle of beer that I kept there for Warren.
"Hold her down, boys," Richie said.
Then he surprised me by stooping down in front of my ass and pulling the cheeks of my bottom apart. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue and began to lick my dripping hole, Billy's come still oozing out. He smacked his lips and winked at his friends, telling them how much he loved to taste fresh hot come.
I was gagging, the whole thing made me so nauseous. Here was this runt, this fucking sadistic sick son of a bitch, sucking up another guy's come like a fucking fairy or something. I turned my eyes away in disgust as his tongue moved around my hole, circling it with lapping licking strokes, moving in and out of my wounded aperture and licking up the other boy's spendings.
"She's bleeding," he announced. "Shit, but Billy's got the biggest dong in the world. Look what you did to her, kiddo. You made her bleed," he told his friend.
Billy just shrugged his shoulders and kept guzzling beer, his limp tool stained with a mixture of come and blood, hanging down between his thighs as he stood by the sink and watched Richie rimming my ass.
When I heard the word "bleeding" I immediately got very frightened. I had felt all this pain and this ripping up inside of me, and I prayed that they hadn't done any real serious damage. Luckily, at the hospital, much later that day, they told me that the wounds were superficial, and that the bleeding had been minor and quite localized.
But at the time, of course, I didn't know.
Richie licked me for some time, his other hand reaching up and pistoning in and out of my wet snatch. I hadn't come and really wasn't expecting to. The nightmare just seemed endless, as if I had lain there for hours upon hours, letting them do whatever they demanded of me, utterly incapable of stopping them.
Finally he got up and bent over me, his breath reeking of booze as he moved himself into position. I just can't understand why they wanted my ass, but as I observed later ... but that's getting ahead of myself.
Anyway, he pushed the head of his cock down between my ass cheeks and it was already so wet and abused and the muscles unable to keep him out, that his entire shaft went right inside. It hurt less then when Billy had been in me because Richie's cock was thinner and not as unwieldy.
He knew exactly what he was doing and he plunged in quickly and drew out slowly, very intent at getting his all. The friction was the same as before, except now, Richie shoved in from all directions. I mean, one stroke would plunge right inside, straight ahead. But another stroke would push against one wall of my ass.
Then he would wriggle his own naked backside and attack my other wall, as if he was probing for a rent in the tissue of my ass, trying to find another path to travel down.
"It's still mushy," he told the others. "Billy must've come like a fucking horse. I can feel his stuff all the way inside. Fantastic," he said in his delight, working harder now and humping me with great hammering pounding strokes.
I lay inert, unwilling to move, my legs held up so that Richie could get right in and do whatever he wanted. He ignored my pussy, which swelled before his eyes, thinking only of his own pleasure, of his prick moving in and out of my wounded ass.
I was shivering, burning with a combination of fright, pain and animal arousal. No matter how hard I tried to blot everything out of my mind, I still couldn't control the feelings coming and going inside my body.
All my weight seemed to be centered down by my groin, concentrated at the point where Richie's long thin tool bore deeper and deeper into me, a screw turning round and round as it moved into a wall.
He came much quicker than Billy, probably because he had been playing with himself for so long. He moaned and his body did a little dance on top of me as he pushed me down and told the other guys to drop my legs. I was flat on the floor as he had his orgasm, battering my ass with a force I would never have imagined could come from someone as puny-looking as he.
"Shit, baby, move your fucking ass. Give it to me! Now, oh!" he moaned like a pig, his body wracked with spasms and tremors.
I felt his discharge flowing into me, less thick than the other boy's, not as much, but just as hot and just as insistent. He screamed out and clutched me by the shoulders, burying his face in my neck and sucking on my skin as he came, unable to stop his body from shivering and twitching, more as if he was having an attack or a fit of some kind.
I could have come right then, as well. I just burned to touch my clit, play with myself for a single second and turn the pain into pleasure. But, as I've told you, my hands were bound and I itched and burned and couldn't do a fucking thing to help myself or relieve my own uncomfortable urges.
He pulled out right away, his cock still hard. I watched it sliding right out of me and the pressure hurt something fierce. It seemed as if he was burning me as he moved away and the emptiness between my legs was the emptiness of something having been cut out or cut off, if you can understand what I'm talking about.
I mean, it was all so strange and way out for me, that I couldn't fully grasp the nature of what he was doing. I couldn't visualize, even when I saw him pushing his thing into me, what he was really doing to me.
"Satisfied?" he said, looking down at me as excess come dripped from his cock right onto my belly.
I wanted to kill him at that instant, wanted to ram a knife in his heart, wanted to cut off his cock and stuff it right up his own ass. But of course there was nothing I could do. Except wait, wait until someone came and found out what was happening.
One of the strangest things about the whole business is that the phone didn't ring once all afternoon. I found out later that they had pulled the jack out of the wall and the people who tried getting me were told by the operator that my line was temporarily disconnected.
They didn't stop to think that something was happening to me, figuring that I was studying for exams and didn't want to be disturbed. The gang-bang, because that's exactly what it was, didn't stop, phone or no phone.
The next boy got up and moved over to me. He had said very little all this time, sitting next to Richie at the table, a look of wonder on his face. He struck me as the youngest of the group, probably not much more than fifteen.
In fact, I remember now that the other kids had called him "Baby." "Baby" or "Lady" or something like that. He was vaguely effeminate in a way young teenage boys usually are, very blond and thin and innocent looking, with no shadow of a beard at all. He walked over to me very nervously and I hoped that he would chicken out and leave me alone.
"Do it, honey," Richie told him. The others laughed and Billy, quite drunk by this time and still naked as a jaybird, came over to the kid and rubbed up against him, his cock moving against the furrow of the boy's ass.
"Cut it out, Billy," the kid said.
"But you love it, honey. You love to have me in you. Always have."
It suddenly dawned on me that their anal fixations were probably due to their own sick tastes. More than likely, although I never found out for sure, each of the boys was used to buggering the others and the youngest kid, the one who was getting ready to do it to me, was probably like a mascot, used by all of them for their own queer pleasures.
Surprisingly, Richie called him a virgin and the kid turned red. He hurriedly took off his clothes and showed a limp little cock, highlighted by a bush of light blond hair. He was really cute, to be honest. Very boyish and pubescent with a tight little boy's ass and, when his cock got hard, it looked quite beautiful.
I made up my mind to enjoy this one, if only to get back some of my senses. The kid got down between my legs and told the others that he didn't want anyone to hold me down. Without touching me and being very gentle, he braced himself on the floor and shoved his cock-now hard and about six or so inches long-right between the unused, up to that point, lips of my cunt.
The burning that was still with me immediately stopped as I felt his young cock sliding right up inside my furrow. He humped me quickly, stabbing and darting his affair in and out with great excitement as the other boys watched intently, their mouths open and, as I saw, their eyes riveted to the kid's quivering buttocks.
He was ready to come in a second and held himself back, stopping for a minute and lying on top of me, his rod stuck all the way inside. He was light-boned and very pretty, not mannish at all, and I didn't mind what he was doing because it didn't hurt and I knew it would give me pleasure and maybe even an orgasm.
After what Richie and Billy had done to me, this kind of fucking was almost like a reward. When the kid started humping me again, the real freak event of the afternoon happened.
My eyes were closed, that is until I felt another weight moving on top of me. The kid screamed out to be left alone, but Billy, back for more, was plowing into the boy's asshole with the same mad vigor that he had displayed while fucking my own bottom.
I couldn't believe it, but it was like a chain of writhing bodies. I was getting vaginally fucked as the kid on top of me was having his asshole violated by Billy with the massive dong.
I couldn't see the operation, but I felt the poundings above me as Billy strained and worked his pole right up inside the kid's tight little ass.
"You love it, don't you?" he hissed to the youngster. "You just love to have my cock in you, don't you, honey?" he went on, grinding his chest against the boy's back as I felt myself pressed into the floor.
And then the boy snorted and humped like a demon, coming and shooting his wad as I turned red and almost fainted, my own orgasm finally approaching. I shivered and tried to get my hands loose, just to hold onto him and get more of his cock. But I couldn't and I came with my hands behind my back, my belly grinding into his, moving and rocking together as my own juices seeped around the length of his jerking spear, our climaxes coming together in one terrific exploding moment.
Billy worked even harder and held the boy by the hips as he crouched in back of him, his cock moving in and out and the others all excited and staring, watching the three-way show. I knew Billy finally came, because I heard him swearing and ranting at the top of his voice, and then the kid cried out with either pain or excitement as Billy burst his load into the other boy's bowels.
Then we all lay together in a heap of arms and legs as one by one they moved out, Billy's cock coming out first, followed by the kid's.
It went on all afternoon.
The three other boys had my ass and, once, I had to suck off Richie as he watched me being fucked. I was exhausted and my muscles ached and my skin burned. My ass was bleeding when they finally left and a neighbor found me half-conscious on the kitchen floor. That's when she called the police and an ambulance came and took me to the hospital.
As for the kids, they probably were from the next state over, because someone remembered seeing a group of strange boys riding out to the thru way. They never found out who they were and, since that time, I've moved in with Warren, and Margie, my old roommate, also took an apartment in the city.
But at the moment, I haven't let Warren get near me. I have this pathological fear of fucking, fucking in any form whatsoever. And that's why I've come to you. I mean, I'm too young to be frigid and I want to get over these neurotic fears of mine.
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Fortunately, Jane A. was able to make a complete adjustment after but a few months of psychotherapy. Her anal experiences had imprinted themselves upon her subconscious with such a strong concurrent feeling of dread and destruction, that she was-at the onset of therapy-unable to enjoy or even willingly participate in vaginal intercourse.
However, I was able to show her the root of her fears and to disprove her own traumatic hangups brought on by the attack by the six unidentified assailants.
Miss A. is now happily married (to Warren, I might add) and is now able to fully enjoy the sexual act. Her fears and even the nightmares that made sleep nearly impossible those terrible months after the incident of the group rape, have completely gone and she is now able to lead a fully productive and active sexual and emotional existence.
CASE NUMBER SEVEN
Steven K.
INTERVIEW ONE
NOTES:
Steven K., an unmarried male of thirty-one years of age, was being treated for general psychoneurotic problems. Mr. K., a wealthy man from a prominent Midwestern family, saw me four or five times a week for about two years.
Mr. K. felt that he was unable to form viable relationships with anyone and sensed an emptiness in his own personality which he hoped to come to understand and come to grips with through analysis.
Although not particularly maladjusted, Mr. K. confessed to preferring anal intercourse rather than frontal penetration. Early in the course of his therapy, he told me about the first time he had ever performed this act.
In order to illustrate how anal fixations can sometimes come back to plague an individual and haunt his emotional life, I have included this case in my work. The following is a transcript of one of the very first of my many meetings with Mr. K. I have excluded my own comments as patient was fully able to explain his situation and I had no need to ask for clarification of any of the points mentioned in his narrative.
I was somewhere in my early twenties when this all took place. I had spent July with mumsy and daddy up at our summer place in Maine, but by August I was quite bored with the whole social scene and decided to come down to New York for a little excitement.
The girls I'd seen at debutante balls and coming out parties were beginning to get on my nerves. At the time, I thought it would be a far more advantageous situation if I dated a young woman of inferior social background. My need to identity with the masses was quite strong when I was in college and at the time this all transpired, I was undergraduate at one of the best schools in the country.
"Anyway, my parents weren't pleased with my change in plans, but I took my roadster out of the garage, packed my calfskin pieces and said my good-byes. I just wanted to get the hell out of Maine by the quickest way possible.
The quickest way led first to Boston, where all this took place. I eventually made it to New York, where I've stayed ever since graduating, but that's not important in this particular adventure-or shall I say misadventure?
It happened that I stopped off at a diner on the thru way. I was not too far from Boston, but I wanted a bite to eat before heading into the city to look up some old friends from boarding school.
As you can see, at the risk of sounding like a narcissist, I'm a pretty dashing fellow. Rowing for the crew all those years at prep school put muscles in the right places and mumsy always says that I have the kind of good looks that make members of the opposite sex go weak.
"It might or might not be true, but I'm tall and blonde, blue-eyed and wealthy. An irresistible combination to someone who's looking for a good lifetime companion. At the diner, however, I was only looking for a cup of coffee and a piece of pie.
Instead, I got more than I bargained for. I got a piece, and what a piece at that! Sitting next to me was this chick who looked to be in her late twenties. A divorcee type, with a lot of teased hair and a skin-tight dress. We eyed each other as we sat on stools at the counter and finally, we got to talking.
She told me that she worked in the suburbs and was on her way home and what was a nice young feller like me doing all by his lonesome. That's exactly how she spoke, by the way.
"Waiting for a catch like you," I replied with a laugh, my hand going under the counter and finding her knee. I gave her leg a little squeeze and she laughed, reaching down with her free hand to pull my fingers up into her lap.
Shit, but it was daring and exciting, doing that right out in the middle of this diner. I felt her body warm and yielding and I wanted to get right down and give her my mouth between her legs, but it was neither the time nor the place.
I offered to give her a ride back home, wondering if she was a prostitute at all, and she accepted. Later, I found out that she was strictly on the up and up, a horny broad looking to get laid. But there was method to her madness. And mine as well.
In the car going into the city, she snuggled right up to me, but when I tried to work my hand under her dress, she pulled it away and frowned, telling me to wait until we got to her house, she hated necking like a kid in the front seat of a car.
It sounded like a phony excuse, but who was I to complain, faced as I was by the opportunity to wet my wick with an older-and, at the time-much more desirous bedmate than my usual coterie of whores and nymphomaniacal college girl's.
Somewhere in Boston I parked the car and locked it, following her tightly sheathed broad ass as we walked up the steps to a rather seedy-looking and rundown tenement building. It was located in a lower-class white ghetto and I was intrigued at my squalid surroundings, wondering how people managed to survive amid the detritus of urban blight.
"Nevertheless, not meaning to sound like the snob I most certainly am, we entered her apartment and I settled myself down on the couch in the living room.
" 'Mind if I change into something more comfortable, honey?' she asked me.
"It was a bad line from a bad movie, but I nodded. my head and let her go off into the bedroom. Meanwhile, I looked at her books in the bookcase and was rather surprised to find that she had an extensive library of pornography. Not the titillating stuff, mind you, but the most hard core porn imaginable.
"It's for when I get lonely," she said brightly, surprising me in the act of reading one of her hot little novels.
"Do you get lonely often?" I asked as she moved across the room and put her hands over my shoulders.
I kissed her on the lips, my tongue jettying out and finding her mouth warm and moist. She was wearing nothing under her thin negligee and her big boobs pressed against my chest as I held her close to me.
"I have a little problem," she whispered in my ear, her hand reaching behind me and pushing its way down into my pants. I felt her fingers caressing my ass and her pubic mound hot and swelling.
"What?" I wanted to know, moving away and holding her at arm's length, looking hard and long at her huge ripe tits, full-breasted and womanly. She wasn't wearing panties and the shadow of a dark pubic mound was clearly visible. I was just itching to get my cock inside her pants, as they say, and I had a fierce erection which I made no bones about hiding. Obviously, she could see the prominent bulge in my trousers.
"Well," she began, looking away and finding a cigarette within her reach. She lit it and inhaled deeply. "It's that time of the month ..."
I thought to myself that it was all turning into a bore. I had no desire to fuck a woman who was still bleeding, thinking that the whole thing was a bit too messy and d�class� for someone of my rather hygienic and thus limited tastes.
I made a move to go, but she held me back. "Honey, there are other ways to get your rocks off. And mine as well. Or haven't you discovered?"
I mumbled something sarcastic, taking off my coat and tie and hanging them over a nearby chair. I thought she was referring to oral sex, not anything else. The thought of getting a good blow-job was certainly amusing enough, so I decided to play it cool and stay. Besides, as I've told you, my cock was really on fire. I hadn't balled with anyone for over a week and I was horny as hell.
Here was this great-looking tough-ass broad just dying to get a good fuck.
So I stayed.
I sat back down on the couch and spread my legs apart, hoping that she'd get turned on by the sight of my big erection. She must have, because she got down on her knees in front of me and put her head in my lap. I stroked her hair as she pressed her cheek down, finding my hard cock right beneath her face.
Then, she started things going, deciding it was high time to get moving. She looked up at me and smiled and then slowly unzipped my pants and stuck her eager little hand inside. I jumped as I felt her fingers curl around my large shaft, pulling it free and out into the air.
"You are well-hung!" she said with pleasure. "Nothing like a nice big cock to get a girl all hot and bothered."
I was the one who was hot and bothered.
Her fingers moved up and down my shaft, playing with the head of my prick as well until I thought I'd shoot. She seemed to know exactly when to stop and unbuckle my belt and pulled my pants and briefs off, throwing them down on the rug.
I took off my shirt and leaned back, amused by all the work she was doing. It was far and away the easiest fuck I had ever experienced. Her aggressiveness was a turn-on, only because I found the whole thing to be such a novel situation.
"You're a hunk," she said, looking me up and down, her hands roaming over my chest as she suddenly stooped and opened her mouth. I breathed in as I felt her lips close around the head of my rigid pole.
Up and down she tongued me, sucking with delight as I reached out and pressed her head down, impaling her on my shaft. I closed my eyes and just concentrated on the great waves and rushes of pleasure that were engulfing me.
She played with my balls and urged my legs farther apart. I obliged her by lifting them up on the couch so that she would have free access to my cock and the entire view of my hairy crotch.
She was quiet insistent, pulling my legs up and over her shoulders as she swallowed deeply, sucking in long hard draughts, making me tingle with excitement.
My legs were now over her shoulders, and imagine my surprise when, after leaving my cock to suck my nuts, she moved further down and pulled apart the cheeks of my ass.
I felt her mouth exploring the cavern, the valley between my ass cheeks. The cool length of her tongue probing along the hairy fissure, finding my asshole and licking it with great delight. It was so far out. No one, not even myself, had ever rimmed or even touched me there before. At the time, I remember thinking that it was something people only did in dirty books.
But here it was happening. To me. In real life. Too much, I thought to myself.
"Oh do it," I urged her in a hoarse whisper, lifting my legs even higher to give her more room. I reached down and began to frig myself as her tongue battered against my hole, pushing it open and sticking itself right in. That was the great feeling there, to have her massaging and tickling my already swollen prostrate glands with her tongue and mouth.
She was having a great lime, slurping and enjoying herself and I decided that it was high time to get in on the act and give her some additional amusement. Of course, the thought of her bloody snatch was a little too much, but there were other places I could still explore without feeling any revulsion.
"Why don't we go into the bedroom?" I suggested and she looked up at me, her lips wet and shining and gave my cock a good hard suck.
"Whatever you say, lover boy. I just can't get enough of you. You're a real Adonis."
The compliments filled my head with boyish visions of virility and I followed her into the bedroom. She took off her negligee and I was able to see her body naked for the first time. Her pussy was dark and thickly haired and the lips of her cunt looked as if she had applied rouge to them, they were so red.
She got down on her back and leaned against a pillow, opening her legs as if to invite me right inside. I got down in front of them and began to play with her cunt, wondering whether I should tongue her there or not. She pulled apart the lips of her box and I could see small trickles of blood seeping down.
That really turned me off. I threw her legs over my shoulders and turned around so that my cock was right in her face. Then, I pulled apart the fleshy round cheeks of her buttocks and began, slowly and tentatively at first, to lick her asshole.
Her hole was brownish in color, puckered and thickly haired with the same color hair that was on her box. I licked it and discovered that she tasted clean and sweet. A real surprise, if the truth be known. I, a lot more daring and less finicky, swooped down on her bottom-hole, trying to get my tongue inside.
At the same time, she was licking and sucking my cock, her hands cupping my buttocks as her mouth slurped along the shaft of my dong. I got my tongue all the way inside her ass and was pleased to discover it was clean and dry and quite hot. I now knew what she had meant back in the living room.
The thought of fucking her up the ass filled me with mixed emotions. On one hand, I wanted to get my rocks off in the worst possible way. But on the other hand, I was afraid it would hurt her or, if not that, it would be dirty and I'd get my cock coated with shit.
"Let me digress for a minute and say that I knew of boys back in prep school who enjoyed buggering the kids in the lower forms. It was never my game and I never saw the operation performed and never really cared to be exposed to that kind of adolescent homosexual behavior.
And then, with this woman in Boston, it all came back and I was in the same position as so many kids at school had been. But I was too caught up in what I was doing to start worrying about the implications of my intended act.
All of a sudden, my thoughts were riveted to the movements of her hand. I had been so busy rimming her and enjoying the sensation that I had scarcely paid attention or noticed her hands creeping down into my ass. But now, I felt a wet moist finger pushing against my bottom-hole.
At first, I shut my muscles tight, but the more she pressed and stroked the sensitive soft skin around my hole, the more I relaxed. She was so persistent that after a minute or two, I just opened up and immediately her finger went right inside. She began to finger-fuck me that way, rubbing up against my prostrate as her mouth still covered my cock and did a good job of it, at that.
I was really getting turned on to the whole strange scene. Here I was eating out a near-stranger's asshole while, at the same time, she had her finger right up my bottom. Far out, as I like to say these days.
She was bringing me to a crisis and I didn't want to stop her.
"Keep it up, baby," I told her, licking harder now so that my own enthusiasm for the act translated itself into her quickening pumping motions on my bottom. I began to oscillate my hips up and down, pushing my cock down in her mouth as her finger worked at the same pace. I was sucking on her ass like a mad man, completely ignoring her cunt. Then, I decided to go ahead so I stuck one finger up her pussy, feeling her discharges oozing around my hand like warm mush.
I didn't look at what was happening, so it didn't feel bad at all. Much as if I had come inside her. She began to jerk up and down in time to my fingering strokes and we rolled around like that, working up into a feverish pace.
Then, I felt my nuts getting cool and hard, the first signal that I'm about to come. I shoved my cock even deeper into her engorged mouth as I shivered and felt my seed rising up in my shaft and then, overflowing right into her mouth.
She gave a gasp and began to swallow my come as it kept on shooting, thick and creamy right down her throat. It was like a vacuum cleaner, the way she took it all in, her mouth begging for more. She wiggled and then screamed out that she was coming and my finger pistoned in and out of her dripping snatch with a vitality that amazed me.
It pleased me to know that I was making her come this way and as soon as I pinched and grabbed hold of her erect little clitoris, a fresh discharge of come and blood covered my hand. Her body was red and twitching and she whistled and gave little moaning grunts as she came, every muscle in her body straining as my cock began to grow limp in her mouth.
"Did you like it?" she asked when it was over and she lay cradled in my arms, getting her breath back.
"Fantastic," I told her, thinking of another try, this time aiming my cock between her legs.
"So tired?" she asked, reading my mind.
"Not at all," I replied with a grin, playing with her big tits and fingering the nipples that were hard and elongated, jutting out from the soft fullness of her bosom.
She was ready and anxious to start again. Moving away from me, she pushed the pillows under her ass and motioned me to get on top of her. I did and she put her legs over my shoulders, her bottom exposed and her brown hairy bum-hole covered with my spit and drool. I put a finger down there and worked it right inside and she gripped my digit with a strong pulling motion, almost as if she wanted my entire hand right up her ass.
"I don't want to hurt you," I said, my cock already standing up along my belly, moving from side to side and ready to be housed inside her ass.
"Just take your time, honey," she cautioned. "I love to get my ass fucked. I've done it before. It just takes a little care, that's all."
Suitably warned, I held my shaft in my hand and very gently pushed the round full head of my cock up against her hairy brown hole.
"Push down," she told me.
I did that, shoving my hips up against her belly and looking at the forest of pubic hair between our legs. I watched the head of my pecker slipping right inside her ass. The hole opened like a trap-door and then my cock moved in, disappearing from sight, the rest of my long thick rammer beginning to move inside as well.
Inch by inch I moved it into place, bearing down on her and soon enough finding myself completely sheathed inside her bottom. She pushed up with her hips and belly, her loins on fire as she held onto me and tried to get all of me inside her ass.
I held myself rigid for a moment, feeling her ass muscles tightening around my rod. She had a fierce grip which she used with great finesse, clamping and unclamping her sphincter muscles so that her ass gripped me with a wonderful hot tightness. The friction thus produced swelled my cock even more and I began to pound my meat into her, sticking my prick in as far as the root so that our pubic bushes merged together at our groin, the shaft of my cock totally hidden.
The rhythm increased, the tempo changing, as I pushed in and pulled out, plugging and unplugging her bum-hole. She moved with me as we rocked together, locked in an embrace on the bed.
"Oh lover boy, it's too much. So good inside. Can't take it, so good," she mumbled giving me love bites on the neck and shoulders, the lips of her cunt squashing, opening and closing against her hairy belly.
I could see how inflamed her clitoris was by all this friction, for it stood out between the lips of her snatch, hard and firm, a small dark red finger of erectile tissue looking for a place to go. My mouth couldn't reach it and besides, I was still turned off by the blood. But I endeavored to move my hand into place and held her clit between my fingers as she screamed out how nice it felt, to keep rubbing, doing what I was doing.
Her ass was quiet unlike a pussy. It was very dry and tighter and the pressure I felt against my shaft was entirely different than when I had been in cunt all those times before. But I liked it, liked it so much that I wanted to stay there forever, her legs around me, my weight centered down by my hips, watching the movements of my fucking, getting turned on just by seeing the width of my shaft sliding in and out of her hairy bottom.
"Soon, baby," she cooed in my ear, her hips jerking faster now, faster than my own humps, as she bit down on her lower lip and cried out that her orgasm was approaching.
"Now," she kept repeating, the word echoing on and on as my nuts tightened with a fresh load of cream, my balls banging against her, stimulating me into a burst of action.
"We moved together as one, together, me inside her hot tight ass, she with her boobs flat against my chest, the hairs of my torso tickling her skin, making her nipples burn with lust. And then it happened even better than before.
I felt the come moving up, flowing out, shooting hard and fast inside her ass, penetrating down into her bowels. I plunged in with no concern for delicacy, smashing my body against her, throwing her legs off my shoulders and just plowing right in, trying to keep it there inside of her. It was the best orgasm I had ever experienced and she was the most turned-on broad I had ever met or had ever been to bed with, for that matter. I had no energy left and I just fell down on top of her, my head sinking onto the mattress, my cock still inside her hole as it shrunk up to half its size and plopped out with a loud squishing noise that made me giggle like a lunatic.
"So good," she told me, her hands playing with my hair and exploring my face and the contours of my head with an extended finger. "You're the best fuck ever, baby," she told me with a laugh. "Who would have thought it."
I started to laugh to hear her say that, feeling all sorts of changes going through me. Changes that told me-and my cock as well-that an ass was now much more desirable than a pussy. You see, from that moment, that point in time years back, I have never stopped hankering for asses.
"I look at women from an entirely different standpoint these days. It used to be I'd stare at tits and then legs when I saw a chick. But now, I always look at their ass. The broader the ass, the more intriguing. The smaller the ass, the more boyishly exciting. Any ass, just about any rear-end on a woman, turns me on.
"I've gotten into a lot more bottoms after doing it that first time with the woman from Boston, though none with chicks who really dug what I was doing. You know, they grimaced and put up with it, but they really didn't get off on that kind of fucking.
"It's really strange for my head, because my entire sex life seems focused upon finding chicks willing to let me get into their bottoms. I still fuck pussy, but I don't like it half as much as an ass. Now, I don't know what to do about it. It's like a mania, a phobia of sorts.
"Even when I jack off at home, I picture asses, bottoms, big and little and assholes pink and hairless or assholes that look like women's, hairy and dark brown and puckered like a flower gone to sleep for the night
"To be quite honest, when I jerk off I even stick a finger up my own ass, I like the feeling so much. I play with my prostate and bring on a climax that way with just a minimum of handling of my cock. Of late, I've wondered what it would be like to be fucked that way, with a dildo or with more than one finger, or ... how shall I say ...another cock, perhaps.
"I don't know what to do. That's why I've come to see you. Maybe you can make some sense out of this whole business. I've tried, believe me when I say I've tried, but nothing seems to help. Nothing at all."
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Steven K's anal fixations led me to believe that he was suffering from latent homosexual yearnings. This, however, as later therapy showed, was not true at all. On the contrary, patient was in form control of his libido and was most definitely a purely heterosexual orientation. Rather, his desire to perform anal intercourse on females stemmed from a sub consciousness unwillingness to give his partner pleasure. Except for the woman in Boston, whose name he never mentioned (odd as it may sound-perhaps he never asked her), Mr. K. failed to find another female who was particularly keen on the idea of anal penetration.
This subconscious degree of selfishness on patient's part was revealed after months of analysis, sessions that took place nearly five times each week. I must say at this point that Mr. K is not able to cope with his particular tastes and has a greater understanding of his unconscious ulterior motives.
But his anal fixation remains. Indeed, I must accept the fact that in this particular case, intensive therapy failed to do little more than help patient make some sort of limited psychological adjustment.
CASE NUMBER EIGHT
Barry R.
INTERVIEW ONE
NOTES:
Barry R., a nineteen-year-old white unmarried male, was referred to me by the Health Department after being treated for venereal diseases over a period extending more than six months. Mr. R. had contracted the disease more than six times during that half-year stretch of time. The clinical psychologist working with the physicians at the Health Department felt that his repetitive syndrome of infection was but a symptom of much deeper psychological problems.
"How do you get the disease?" I asked the young man the very day he came to see me in my office.
Barry appeared to be a youth of about average intelligence. He came from an upper-middle-class suburban family and thus had a considerable amount of pocket money which he admitted using to buy prostitutes.
"Aren't there any girls where you go to school who'd be willing to go to bed with you?" I asked him, surprised that in our enlightened sexual times he still had to seek sexual fulfillment from streetwalkers.
"I don't like them. Whores are more exciting. I don't mind paying for what I get, because that way I can do whatever I like." he replied.
"And what would that be?" I questioned, taking notes at the same time.
"I like to fuck them right up the ass," he said quite openly, without looking embarrassed.
Barry revealed a strong anal fixation that makes his case a fitting conclusion to this record of the birth of the anal cult. His story clearly illustrates the insistent sexual needs of a growing number of people in our society, needs that must be reckoned with if we are ever to fully understand our own psyches.
The following is the typescript of our first and second meetings together. As in all previous cases sited herein, I have excluded my own comments and inquiries so that patient's narrative is fully outlined in his own voice, his statements coming without a need for me to draw them out of him in any unnatural sequence.
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I like whores. The truth. That's why I keep getting these diseases. Like when my cock starts to drip this yellow pus stuff. The people at the hospital think I'm a freak and want to know why I can't use a scum bag.
But I told them that it wouldn't be the same thing. In fact, they warned me that if I kept fucking women up the ass, I might even contact hepatitis. But I don't care. I'm having too much of a good time to start hassling my head about diseases.
You see the whole thing started ... oh, about six to eight months ago. I wasn't getting any ass with the girls at school and when my dad increased my allowance from ten to twenty-five dollars a week, I decided to spend the money on the better things in life.
There's this place in town where all the pimps and hookers hand out. I started standing around nearby, waiting for one to approach me. It didn't take too long, either, before the first whore came up to me.
"Looking for a little bit on the side," she said.
The hooker was a cheap-looking white broad with big tits and fake blonde hair. But I didn't care. I just wanted to get my cock right inside of her. Except that she was the one who introduced me to this anal sex business. Now, I wouldn't give up fucking asses for all the money in the world.
"I might," I told her, playing it cool as we leaned against a store front, my hands in my pockets.
"Cost you ten for an hour, twenty for the night."
I decided to spend ten for starters and she took me back to this cruddy room in an old hotel right around the corner from where she was hanging out. There was a metal dresser and an old bed and a wash basin.
I was pretty nervous and just stood there, not knowing what to do.
"Relax, baby. Is this your first?" she asked me, pulling her blouse off over her head and then her stockings. She wore a ratty black slip and a bra and I was hard just looking at her doing her thing.
"No!" I replied gruffly, sitting down next to her on the bed. The truth was I'd only been laid two or, at the most, three times before-if you count a blow-job in the back seat of a car.
She reached out and began to rub her hands all over me as I leaned down on the bed, my legs spread and my hard-on bulging out of my pants. I was afraid I'd shoot right then and there and blow the whole scene.
"You're a sweet little John," she told me, using the terminology hookers employ. I figured she meant a customer, or something like that.
I was scared shitless with this broad. I didn't know what to do, having never been with a real woman before, Then, she undid her bra and it fell right off in her lap. She shook her tits from side to side and I moaned just to look at them. She reminded me of a chick I had seen in an old skin flick a few years back. Her boobs were lifted up and her nipples were long and red. The tits of a whore, tits that must have been sucked on by one helluva lot of cats.
Taking my nearest hand, she placed it right on top of her breast and rubbed it against her skin. It felt soft and giving and I grabbed hold of the nipple and pinched it, drawing it through my fingers and enjoying the cheap feel.
As I was doing this she bent over and unbuttoned my shirt, asking "Sure you have the ten, baby? I wouldn't want my man to get japped for the bread."
I took out my wallet and gave her the money right away, figuring that the last thing I wanted was some huge stud to burst into the room and beat the shit out of me. She took the money and put it in her coat pocket, standing by the edge of the bed and licking her lips with her tongue. She was making the most wonderful obscene gestures, playing with her tits and her tongue flicking out in my direction.
I was burning just looking at her and then she undid her skirt and took it right off. Her panties weren't all too clean but her box swelled out behind the material and I could see the pubic hairs curling down the inside of her thighs. I wanted to grab her twat then and there, thrust my fingers right inside her honeypot. "You like it, honey?" she asked, wiggling her tits and beginning to do a bump and grind as I lay inert on the bed, watching with eyes glued open, catching every single move, staring at the shadow of her cunt behind the panties.
She straddled me, getting up on the bed and sitting on her knees. "You want it, don't you honey?" she asked, winking at me as her hands reached to my pants and slowly, agonizingly she pulled the zipper down, reaching inside.
I jerked on the bed as I felt her hands grab hold of my shaft. I didn't know what to do, because all the other times I had been with chicks and the few times I had been fucked, they never wanted to touch my cock, much less make the first move and grab it.
But this broad, this whore I had picked up in the street, couldn't have cared less. She was getting paid to do a job and she aimed to please, hoping to have attracted a steady customer.
I felt her hands groping for my cock and fingering the head of my dick as my pants were pulled off and thrown to the floor. Then my socks and shoes and then, catching me under the waistband, she lowered my briefs.
"Nice!" she said with surprise, not expecting me to have a pecker worth getting worked up about. "You're big boy. Nice and thick for your hot ole mama."
That's what she called herself and I looked down between my legs and watched her hands sliding over my shaft as I tried to wrench her panties off. I really wanted to see her snatch and play with her and she let me do it, lifting her ass up a little off the bed as she cupped my nuts in the palm of her hand.
I pulled the panties right off and there was this real hairy twat with the cunt lips like flaps of red wrinkled skin. I had never seen one like it before and I began to pull and finger the lips of her pussy as she arched her hips and pulled my hand inside. My fingers probed apart the lips and I found her clitoris, an amazingly thick piece of hardened tissue, growing distended and filling with blood as I teased it between my fingertips.
"You like that, don't you?" she asked with a giggle, pulling back the sheets on the bed and lying down next to me. I think I could have just jumped on top of her right then and there, but I wanted to get my money's worth and take my own sweet ass time.
"How about a little blow-job, just for starters?" I asked with considerable daring, wondering if she would look at me as if I was crazy.
You see, I had read somewhere that whores didn't like to suck cock, only to fuck. But this broad didn't give a shit either way. She got down between my legs and opening her mouth, stuck out her tongue and began to lick my rod as it pulsed and quivered. I began arching my hips to meet her lips, hoping she'd take all of it in her mouth.
She obliged me by bringing her head down over my tool, opening her mouth and sucking it like a lollipop. It was fantastic the way she bore down again and again, sucking fiercely so that my cock hit the back of her throat. She toyed with my nuts as she did this and then, she really surprised me.
I had been under the impression that hookers were only into fucking. But this dame wanted to do everything. Who knows, maybe she was turned onto me. Though I doubt it, considering how many they go through in a night.
But anyway, she pulled my legs up and told me to rest them on her shoulders, she wanted to give me a good time because I was a nice kid and all. I did what she said and the next thing I know, she's down between the cheeks of my ass, pulling them apart and rimming the shit out of me.
I had never ever felt that before, but her tongue was so hot and moist that I groaned with pleasure. I felt her moving around my ass hole, licking it hard and tonguing me with gusto. Then, she pulled my bottom-hole right apart so that it opened up as if I was going to take a shit.
Her fucking tongue went right inside, slurping along the walls of my rectum, shoving right in and pulling out, in and out like a piston as I trembled with pleasure, feeling my prostate swelling from her delicious touch.
"Oh, baby, do it, Keep doing it. My ass is on fire. Play with my cock, too, baby. Up and down, move your fucking hand all over it," I told her in a strangled funny voice, a voice that trembled with my sexual excitement.
Shit, but she really knew how to turn a guy on. After playing with my ass for a good ten minutes and pulling my cock until I was ready to come, she sat up on top of me and held the lips of her snatch apart with her hands, showing her clitoris all engorged with blood, poking out of her hole.
"Which way, lover boy?" she asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Front or back," she replied, surprised that I didn't know what she was talking about.
"What's back?" I asked, naive as hell.
"You want it up the ass or up my cunt, honey? Don't play games; I still have a whole night ahead of myself," she said with annoyance, thinking that I was putting her on.
Truth was, I didn't have the slightest notion what fucking her ass would be like. It intrigued me right away and so I told her the back would be fine for starters. I was paying for the hour and not for the number of orgasms, so I figured I'd try it this way once and then hit her cunt for the second time around.
Accordingly, she lifted up a little and spit in her hand, rubbing her spittle right onto my cock, coating it with her slime. I just shut my eyes as she smoothed the stuff over my rod. Then, she moved my prick into place and I opened my eyes to watch the operation.
Her legs were wide apart and I could see her asshole brown and covered with dark black hair, puckered and wrinkled, looking used and old. But when she moved the head of my rammer right up against the sensitive skin, I flinched at the pleasure that shot through my body. It went right inside of her, her asshole opening up to accommodate my thick pole of flesh and muscle.
"Just relax," she told me, sensing my discomfort.
I let go, totally, and stared at my rod as it was impaled inside of her. She lowered her body right on top of it, swallowing my cock alive and whole until I couldn't see anything but the very root, buried between her fucking legs.
"Nice," she whispered, jiggling up and down on top of my prick.
Man, it was too much. So fucking dry and hot and tight in there, I could have stayed in her ass forever, it was so good. She rode me up and down, doing all the work, as I played with her tits and pulled her clitoris, making her cheeks red and her skin start to
I wondered if she was getting off on the whole thing, figuring that she couldn't have any orgasms doing this kind of work. But it wasn't true. She started to pant and rode my pole faster and faster, her fucking ass cheeks banging against my thighs as she jiggled and wiggled on top of me.
My cock probed right in, to the very depths and in a flash I knew it was ready to happen. My nuts tightened, grew even more wrinkled as my balls were held in place and then, my come just shot out like lightning, spraying right inside of her as I whooped and ranted on the bed, rolling from side to side.
"Do it, honey. Fuck mamma. Give her your cream. Let me milk you dry, babycakes," she said with a laugh in her voice, enjoying my performance and my cock still shooting like a hose gone out of control, dancing around inside her hole as she did things with her ass muscles that gripped my cock with a fierceness, actually milking it the way she had described.
Afterwards, I lay back limp and quite exhausted, watching my dong slipping out of her ass. It was covered with shit and I was a little nauseous looking at it, but I kept quiet as she got off the bed and went and brought back a wash cloth. She cleaned me up, wiping my cock dry.
I fucked her pussy as well, but since I'm here because everyone thinks I'm a freak for loving ass so much, I'll skip that part and go on to tell you what happened next.
I saved my bread for about two weeks and when I had enough cash, I went back to this place where I had met the hooker. She was standing there with another whore, the two of them wearing black net stocking, slit skirts and very low-cut blouses that left nothing to be desired.
"Well, look who's here," she said right away, recognizing me.
"How are you?" I asked, still the polite little boy who shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other, my hands in my pockets and my cock beginning to twitch just knowing that I had seen her naked, that I had fucked her ass and her cunt two weeks before.
"What are you up for tonight, baby?" she asked, giving the other girl a wink which I caught and tired to ignore.
"Something special," I replied, knowing exactly what it was I craved.
"What?"
"I want to do it with both of you," I blurted out, expecting them to start to laugh and put me down as a boy with big eyes and a little bankroll.
"It'll cost," the other chick said, pushing her tits out.
"How much?" I wanted to know, holding my money in my pocket and feeling the crisp bills beneath my fingertips.
"Twenty-five for the two of us, fifty-fifty for an hour," the one I had already been with replied. The other girl nodded and I said it was cool and so they took me back to the same place and the same fucking room. I was hot as hell and couldn't believe my fantasies were going to come true, right then and there.
Inside the room, they undressed completely, not waiting like the last time. The new chick, who said her name was Rose, had a smaller pair of boobs than the other one. But her nipples were wide and inflamed and though not long and pointy, their very large circumference made a great contrast with the other chick.
Rose had dark hair and her cunt had been shaved, which really freaked me. She had put some rouge or lipstick on the lips of her snatch and they stood out prominently. She opened them up, pulling them apart and she had the longest fucking clit I'd ever seen, either in real life or in dirty magazines. Shit, man, but it was as long as my thumb and just as thick. It really blew my mind.
"How do you want to work it?" the other one, whose name was Charlotte, asked me, getting on the bed and opening up her legs.
"Let's play it by ear," I told them, getting between the two women and waiting for them to do their stuff. I was paying for a good time and I wanted them to do a whole number, taking off my clothes, blowing me, the whole fucking bit.
They earned their bread, too, as things worked out.
Rose unbuttoned my shirt and leaned down and sucked on my nipples, making them stand up from my chest hair, hard and firm. Charlotte, on the other side, was busy taking off first my shoes and socks and then my pants. She didn't touch my cock at all, just pulled my trousers off and pressed down on my cock that was still in my under shorts.
"He's hung, Rose," Charlotte said to the other girl. "He knows what he has and how to use it, too!"
It was nice to hear them talking about my prick that way, almost as if it was a separate entity, something that belonged to someone else. I was hard as a rock as I felt her hands gliding over my shaft. She bent down and opened her mouth, breathing hot air against my briefs, the heat seeping through and my prick hungering for her mouth.
Then, my briefs were pulled off as well and we were all completely naked, ready for a roll in the hay, ready for a turn, whatever you want to call it.
The first thing they did was Rose got right on top of me, her hairless cunt and this huge finger-like clit sticking in my face. I leaned over and pulled the lips of her snatch apart, opening my mouth and licking her clit. She must have been new to the trade, because she immediately got turned on and played with her tits and moaned and moved up and down as I sought to take all of her long thick clit between my lips. At the same time, Charlotte, who had been the first whore I had ever gone to bed with, was behind us, getting down flat on the bed and sucking on my cock. Man, but she gave great head. Shit, I get hard just picturing it.
Anyway, she was working on my cock and meanwhile I was pulling and chewing, sucking and licking on Rose's distended clit. It was like a little prick and I had visions of what to do with it and where to put it later one.
"Oh, baby, baby," she moaned, "Use your mouth honey, take it all in! I'm loving it," she told me.
I didn't need to be encouraged. Her clitoris turned me on incredibly. That, coupled with the blow-job I was getting from Charlotte, were really getting to me and I wanted to do more than just come right away so I told them to cool it and stop for a minute. Calming down, I then directed Charlotte to get on her back and open her legs wide.
She put a pillow under her ass and I spit on my cock, though it was already good and wet from her own thick spittle. Next, I took a good long look at her asshole, brown and inviting. I didn't give a shit about her cunt. I just wanted to fuck her ass the way I had the last time.
She moved into position, holding her legs apart and lifting up her bottom as my rigid tool pressed against her asshole and I watched my cock moving right on in without any effort. She gave a groan as I pressed my hairy belly against her loins, pushing my cock all the way in so that all I saw was the hair between our legs, my shaft bathing in warmth and held in place by her fantastic grip.
But that wasn't enough. It was only half of what I had planned.
"Rose, I want you to stick your clit right up my ass," I told the new girl. I really turned on to the idea of getting fucked that way. I figured that it would be even nicer than a tongue, which Charlotte had used on my bottom that first time two weeks before.
Rose was not loathe to perform and she got behind me and by opening her legs and giving her clit several quick frigs, she got it in nice and hard. I felt her hips pressing against my asshole and I didn't move, my cock still inside of Charlotte.
Then, my bottom was entered, quick as a wink. Her little finger of flesh began to move about inside my hole and I was really having a ball. It was even nicer than her tongue, because it was smaller and quite hard and firm. I felt her pushing her snatch up against my ass, as if she was trying to get that inside of me as well.
I began to pump then, grinding and hammering in and out of Charlotte's bottom as she squeezed around my shaft, the lips of her cunt opening and closing as I watched them moving up against my belly. Rose held me around the shoulders and wiggled her body around so that her hard stiff clit pushed from one side of my asshole to the other, in and out at a feverish pace and making my prostate tingle as my rod was buried up in Charlotte's ass.
It was unbelievable!
"How does it feel?" Rose asked, leaning over my shoulder and licking my neck with her tongue.
"Far out," I replied. "Keep it up, baby. I'm going to shoot like I've never shot before. Right into Mamma here," motioning to Charlotte who was, despite her profession, obviously having a good time with the three way orgy.
She thrust up then, meeting my strokes halfway so that I did less work and had more fun and pleasure. I was sandwiched between them, fucking and getting fucked, never before having experienced such ecstasy, such raw naked excitement.
I had thought about doing precisely this, wondering if the second whore would use her tongue or her finger. I have never counted on, never imagined, a woman with a clit as big and prominent as the one Rose had. I knew I was hooked. At that moment, I just knew that this was the ideal sexual situation for me, the most satisfying, the most exciting.
Rose reached down between my legs with one of her hands and as she shoved her clit up inside of me, she began to play with my balls, reaching further down and squeezing my shaft as it moved in and out of the other chick's ass.
The double-fucking and then her sensitive tickling, drove me wild with passion and lust. I knew I was ready to come in just another second and so I pumped like a wild man now, in and out with great rapidity, savoring the tight confines which held my cock in place, feeling this clit moving in and out of my ass at the same time.
Then I shot, howling and yelling at the top of my voice, not caring who heard me or what I said. "Fuck, now ... oh shit ... here ... comes!" I remember mumbling as my seed boiled out of the head of my pecker and burst right inside Charlotte's hot tight ass. I sprayed her good and thick, my cream oozing down along my shaft and trickling around her legs.
Surprise of surprised came when Rose suddenly began to pump me like a dog in heat. She was fucking dog-fashion as it was, but now she was ready to come. I heard her screaming as the last drops of my cream oozed out of my cock. Then, she bit me on the neck as something warm and gushy flowed around the opening of my ass-hole and a little bit of the juice entered my rectum, making her clit slide about as if I had oiled it with some kind of lubricant.
I never before realized that a chick could come that way, but Rose did, her juices filling me as she whistled between her teeth, her belly bouncing up and down against the cheeks of my ass, having herself one helluva good time.
"You liked that, didn't you?" I asked when we had all quieted down.
"Shit yes, baby. I never did that to no man, but I'm sure gonna try from now on in," she replied with a flashing smile.
Charlotte was pouting, just a bit, but still obviously annoyed that she had missed out but there was nothing I could do except put a finger up her cunt and piston it in and out, hoping to bring her to a clitoral orgasm. Then it hit me that the easiest thing would for Charlotte and Rose to hitch up together. That way, Charlotte would be able to come and I'd fuck Rose's bottom at the same time.
I told them my plan and since the hour wasn't up, they agreed.
Charlotte stayed where she was, right on her back with her legs wide open and her bottom just ready for Rose's thick little clitoris. I moved behind Rose, waiting for her to move into Charlotte.
But instead of fucking Charlotte's ass, Rose decided to put her clit into the other woman's cunt. That was fine with me and fine with Charlotte, who opened her cunt lips wide and guided her friend's clit right down into the slimy gash between the red lips of her snatch. I watched the operation, gazed at the two sets of cunt lips pushing and banging against each other as Charlotte began to moan.
Knowing that she was getting hot from making love with another woman, I moved behind Rose and pulled the cheeks of her ass apart. I hadn't seen her asshole at all and I was really curious if it compared with Charlotte's delicious brown bottom. I saw that she hadn't bothered to shave here and the valley between the heavy cheeks of her bottom was thickly haired, black to the very chink. My fingers pressed in and I saw her ass hole beneath the thick pelt of fur, not as brown or as puckered as Charlotte's but just as inviting.
I hadn't bothered to clean my cock off and it was still pretty wet. So I just pushed it right up against the woman's ass.
"Just take it easy, baby," Rose told me, looking over her shoulder as she worked her clit in and out of Charlotte's cunt.
I certainly didn't want to hurt her and so I pushed with considerable care, watching the head of my cock moving through the thicket of dark pubic hair and then right up against her hole. It opened up for me when I exerted more pressure, bringing my weight down on my hips. In a second, the head of my affair went right inside and it was even hotter and tighter than Charlotte's ass had been.
I moved down slowly, inching my rod into place, watching my long thick stem slipping up into the whore's ass. She wiggled her backside to meet my careful strokes and pretty soon, I was leaning on her back, my cock buried up to the very root.
Then, I pulled it out slowly and pushed it back in as I heard her moaning words of encouragement. I didn't need to be encouraged, to tell you the truth. I knew exactly what to do and how to do it.
"Keep moving," I told her, liking the way her ass banged up against my belly as I humped in and out. My nuts slapped against her bottom and all three of us began to rock to a definite rhythm, moving back and forth on the .bed as. the springs creaked and the mattress sagged beneath our weight.
"How does it feel, Charlotte?" I asked.
Charlotte was being fucked by Rose's fine clit and she looked up at me and smiled. "Almost as nice as a cock," she said. I knew she was lying, knew that she preferred getting screwed this way, playing the game of "Lickety-split," as the dykes like to call it.
"And how about you, Rose?" I asked the other girl.
"Your cock works right on into me, honey, and it's good and big and I love the way you know how to move it," she replied.
I mean, it must sound silly, but people say the strangest things in bed and maybe, since I was with two women at the same time, I had to have my ego reinforced by knowing that they were getting off on being with me and that they were enjoying themselves.
Of course, if I had waited another minute, I would have been rewarded by hearing Rose whistling and yelling that she was coming. I positioned my spear in and out of her hole with an ever increasing frequency, humping short and sweet, ready to come and wanting our orgasms to be simultaneous.
They were, amazingly enough.
I began to cream inside of her and she grabbed Charlotte by the shoulders and began to pump away, her clit mashing in and out between the other woman's thickly distended cunt lips. She came and she shrieked and shook as I lay on top of her. And Charlotte, finally approaching her own crisis, held Rose in place and jerked her legs up, trying to get more of the woman's clit into place between the lips of her pussy.
"Oh now, honey," she told us. "Do it, keep moving it, sweetheart. Give it to mama, fuck the shit out of me," she begged, starting to tremble and then finally going, "Ahhh, ahhhh, ahhhh!" like a locomotive coming into a station. She whistled and groaned and then she stiffened, the whites of her eyes rolling into sight as she was convulsed with the fury of her orgasm.
I was loving every minute of it, watching and feeling the two whores going through their paces. I just kept my cock right inside of Rose's ass, letting it go limp and soft, pulling it out slowly and falling over on my side.
We all lay together and then they both washed me off and helped me get dressed. It was past an hour and so I gave them another five dollars as a tip, promising to return for a repeat performance.
Ten days later I came down with the clap.
That was the first time, the first time I ever had to be treated for a social disease. At first, I was pretty desperate. I didn't know what to do and so I ran to the hospital, where they gave me antibiotics and I got rid of it. But it seems that after another two weeks, I had it again.
It's been that way for the last six months. Of course, the whole business is a drag, but I can't keep away from Charlotte and Rose. And I've even tried other whores I meet in that part of town. And to all of them I give them my cock right up their ass.
So I don't know why everyone is so fucking hassled. So I get a little drip. It goes away. And I'm having a good time, so what's the fucking problem, anyway?
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Barry R.'s problems were much more serious than he had ever thought at the onset of his therapy. I endeavored to find out why he was so attracted to paying for sex and discovered, after some months of working with him, that subconsciously he desired to put down members of the opposite sex, taking out his hidden aggressions against his mother by buying women and using them for his own purposes.
Although this all existed on a subconscious level, Barry's need for anal intercourse stemmed from an unconscious belief that this form of penetration was the most degrading thing a man could do to a woman. Thus, he was able to work out his anti-female anti-mother-figure anxieties and aggressions by indulging in this aberrant form of sexual contact.
Through the use of hypnosis and other similar psychological techniques, I was able to show the patient the source of his behavior patterns. He began to frequent prostitutes less and less and, at the time of this writing, is now dating a girl of his own age. He told me at one of our last sessions that he really "digs putting it in the right place, for a change."
Hopefully, with further therapy, his anal fixation will be completely cured and he will be able to return to a normal and emotionally rewarding sex life.
INTERVIEW NUMBER TWO
After the usual greetings between us, Barry got directly into the interview. He seemed more anxious today than I had ever seen him.
Well, I did it again. I just don't seem to know what the hell's wrong. This time I felt pretty bad about it because I didn't want to do it. It was a test of sorts, you might say. I wanted to see if I could indeed control it. If I were the master of my own ship.
I was out in my favorite part of town and saw this hooker who was obviously on the make and all at once I decided that this time I wasn't going to do it. It was just out of the blue. I don't know why, it just happened. But it was as if the damned bitch knew and all of a sudden she starts strutting back and forth in front of me wriggling her backside at me. I mean how in hell could anyone resist? She was really a good-looking broad, too.
Before I knew what was happening we were on our way up to her place. All the while I could only think about that round piece of tail that I was about to get into.
When we got to her place before she had the door closed her hand was reaching for my cock. I saw a look of pleasure as she felt my stiff dick. That made me feel good. I wondered what she was going to feel like when I got that hard cock buried in her ass.
In another minute she had the door closed behind us and she was down on her knees undoing my fly and shoving my cock into her mouth. I have to admit that I really got off on that but all I could keep thinking about was her round plump ass. I could see my fingers slipping into her wet hole and the tight muscle grabbing at them and squeezing them, and then my cock. Man, I almost shot my load in her mouth while I was thinking about it.
I reached down and took her by the head and guided her movements. Back and forth her wet lips went on my dick. In and out my cock slipped between her lips. Each time my prick went in she took a little more, wetting it and letting it slip into her throat. Before long she had the whole thing in and was sucking on it like crazy. I could tell that she really dug my cock and that made me feel real good. I kept thinking about how I was going to fuck her ass. That asshole was mine. And I was going to take it.
I reached down and pulled her to her feet, letting my hand slip under her dress and feel the round plump cheeks of her ass. I let my finger slip in between the twin mounds of flesh and dart slightly into her puckered hole. It was tight and I knew that I was going to have one hell of a time once I got my cock into it.
I was in a hurry now and so I took hold of the sweater she was wearing and pulled it up over her head. She was more than willing and helped me in every way, as I unzipped her skirt and pulled it down over her curvy legs.
In another minute or so I had her stark naked and she began to work on my clothing. I let her undress me and then she led the way to the bed.
"Eat me," she moaned, lying down on the bed and holding her cunt open for me. It was pretty and moist. Pink like a little girl's would be. I buried my head between her legs and let my tongue get into the crack. I felt her clit stiff and nibbled at it gently. She began to moan and roll around on the bed and I knew that I was getting to her, so I let my hands reach under her and take hold of her asscheeks. Now I really ate her pussy, licking and lapping at the wet hole and my fingers moved slowly toward her asshole, my real target.
When I thought that she was loosened up enough, I wet my finger with my mouth and then began to move it into her dark hole. She squirmed even more and I knew that she was enjoying it.
I kept ducking her cunt and working my finger until I thought that I would go out of my head, and then I pulled back just keeping my finger in her asshole. I thought that she would say something, but she didn't. She just kept lying there moaning and then she began to work her asshole on my finger. I wasn't even aware of it myself but I had a second and then a third finger in her ass. And she was moaning for more. I couldn't believe it, it was just too good to be true.
I was going to give her a fist fuck. I knew that it wouldn't be easy but I also knew that this chick was willing.
I repositioned myself so that when she opened her mouth to moan, I shoved my dick into it. She began sucking like a baby on its mother's nipple. At the same time I shoved three fingers up her cunt and massaged her clit and another finger in her asshole. Now I had four.
I couldn't believe it. It was all like a dream. She just kept squirming around on the bed like a bitch in heat.
I felt my own cock burning in her mouth as she sucked my joint like it had never been sucked before. I wanted to have her go crazy. And I thought that she had, when she spread her legs further apart and I slipped the last finger into her hole.
I pushed down on my hand and it slipped into her asshole, the whole thing. I looked down and my hand was inside of her ass. Her asshole was clinging to my wrist and I was still moving forward into her body. Inside I closed my fist and felt a power that I had never felt before. It seemed that I had never been so excited in my life. She seemed to be right there with me all the way.
My cock swelled in her mouth and I pulled out, not wanting to come yet. I didn't want the pleasure to end yet. I wanted it to go on and on all night. She reached up and took hold of my cock and put it back into her mouth. She sucked and sucked until I knew that I couldn't hold back much longer.
I began working my fingers in her cunt and rubbed her clit with another finger. She was off now. Her body was flipping all over the bed and my fist was working full speed.
Then it all seemed to happen at once. I felt her cunt spasm and felt her wet come all over my hand and my own fist worked her asshole even faster as I felt my cock explode in her mouth. Then it was like my world caved in on me and I was able to see how sick it all had been.
I tell you, it was more painful for me as we lay there for about ten minutes working my hand out of her asshole. I didn't know what to say to this stranger.
You gotta help me, Doc.
Barry's therapy is progressing normally.
CONCLUSION
Anality, analism, anal intercourse, anal penetration: these are all synonyms for the same act, a form of sexual contact that is directly in contrast with the more normally accepted patterns of psycho-sexual behavior.
As I have stated earlier, it is not my place or desire to put moral value judgments on this form of sexual behavior. I have tried to show the lay reader why anal intercourse and anal fixations can, in many instances, become destructive to the individual who practices them.
But, in so many other cases as cited herein, this form of reaching and attaining climax can be a necessary adjunct to healthy sex play. As in the case of Mary and Harry G., their need for methods of birth control and sexual fulfillment found a perfect solution in the practice of anal intercourse.
But this is not usually the case.
All too often, an individual's libidinal drives can become distorted by being channeled towards anal pleasures. The birth of the anal cult started long before our society reached its present sophisticated state of sexual consciousness. But this behavior among members of our species is neither biologically natural nor ultimately fulfilling for both partners concerned. It is my personal belief that anal intercourse, when practiced along with vaginal penetration, can prove to be a rewarding form of foreplay, prior to the act of coitus. But when it is practiced alone, especially among a male and a female, it usually becomes a self-destructive act that is one-sided, leaving the female partner with her own unsated orgasmic desires.
In order to fully understand our drives and the drives of the erotic minorities who place a high value on this form of sexual contact, I have included particular cases which illustrate the positive value of anality. These patients were able to form lasting relationships with members of either their own sex or members of the opposite sex and still employed anal intercourse as the ultimate means of sexual fulfillment.
They are rare individuals indeed.
For most of us, anal penetration is neither physically fulfilling nor emotionally satisfying. We are yet to rid ourselves of Victorian notions of hygienic sex play and what constitutes the unnatural when we are in bed with another person. It is high time that we reviewed our very own neurotic fears and pursued new paths in our ever-widening search for sexual happiness and psychological peace.
