"The manager of the club called us into the office right after the show one night. It had been a lousy crowd. And the few people who were there hadn't paid hardly any attention to us ...
"You gotta come up with a new gimmick,' the greaser says. 'Your act ain't worth shit.'
"There's just so much you can do in a fuck act,' I said. But it wasn't much of an argument.
"You got a week to come up with something that'll turn the Johns on,' he says. 'If not, I get a new act.'
"Both Sandy and I nodded, but we were miserable. What in the hell could we add to the act that would be different? A club up the street had two guys and a girl; a club down the street had two girls and one guy. Dogs were out; that was against the law.
"We stayed up all night and wracked our brains. Donkey? 'Shit no,' Sandy said, and she meant it.
"We considered fucking on a tightrope, but neither of us knew how.
"Finally, about seven o'clock in the morning, while the sun was streaming in on our bed, I turned to Sandy. 'You ever take it up the ass?' I asked. She looked at me sort of funny.
"I think we might have our gimmick,' she says and turns over on her side. She wanted to go to sleep.
"Hey, wake up,' I said and shook her shoulder. 'You didn't answer me. Have you ever had it up the ass?'
"Nope.'
"Okay, baby,' I said. 'Roll over.'
"She argued but she finally rolled over. On her back. 'How do you go about fucking somebody in the ass?' I asked her.
"She thought a minute. 'The same way you fuck regular, I guess,' she answered.
"So I got between her legs. The whole fucking idea of putting my prick up her ass had me turned on. Even if it wasn't in front of people.
"I felt down around her asshole and of course it was dry as hell. I had a little spot of juice on the tip of my cock, but I didn't think that was enough.
"You're dry,' I said to her. She looked at me like I was stupid. 'Of course, I'm dry,' she said. 'Get some kind of cream or something.'
"So I hopped off the bed and went in the bath-room. I came back with some cold cream or shit like that. I got my fingers all smeared up and started wiping it around the crack in her ass. 'Put some inside, stupid,' she says. I hesitated. I hated her when she called me names.
"So I was just a little rough when I stuck my finger up her ass. She yelled like an Indian. 'For Chrissake, that's not a dead piece of meat you're poking,' she said. 'Take it easy.'
"I didn't want to rile her up, so I eased off with the roughness. I put one finger back in her and got her nice and greasy. Then I slipped a second one in, trying to widen that tiny hole a little. She was tight as hell. And that turned me on. The truth is, Sandy's cunt was getting a little sloppy. After all, she was getting it twelve times a week from me, and I ain't small, plus any tricks she picks up at the club. So you know that cunt of hers had to be pretty well used.
"I put the cream down. 'That didn't feel bad at all,' she said. 'In fact it felt pretty good.'
"That was my Sandy for you. She dug just about anything.
"I got back up on the bed and back into position between her legs. This time when I felt around her asshole my finger slid in nice and easy. And Sandy groaned out in pleasure. She'd lost all thought of going to sleep. She was turned on again.
"I kept wondering as I started to press my cock up against her ass why she was enjoying it so much. I mean, what's up a girl's asshole to make getting fucked there feel good? I finally came to the conclusion that in Sandy's case it was just the case of doing something new, weird and freaky.
"I took it real easy at first. After all, I was shoving a lot of meat in that little hole and I didn't want to fuck it up. Hey, that's good. I said I didn't want to fuck it up, but that's what I was really doing, right? Fucking right up that little hole.
"I pressed until the knob of my cock slipped up inside her. Just the knob. She was breathing heavy by this time. 'Christ, it feels like a fucking fence post,' Sandy said.
"Now, I'm pretty big, but believe me, I'm not as big as a fence post. But it was good to hear her say that anyway.
"I pressed again and a couple of inches of my prick slid up into her. 'Jesus,' she groaned. I couldn't tell if she was liking it or not liking it. But to tell you the truth, the whole bit was turning me on so much, I really did not care if she was liking it or not.
"One more good shove and I was up in that ass to the hairs. But with that last shove, Sandy started yelling like a bandit. That hurts,' she screamed. 'Take it out!'
"So I took it out. I didn't want to but I did.
"C'mon, baby,' I said to her. 'You're gonna have to cooperate if we're going to get this act in shape.'
"It's not your ass that's getting fucked,' she said real nasty. Til get my asshole in shape my own way.'
"I didn't know it, but what she said meant I wasn't going to get to fuck her ass that night. Nor the next. I didn't know what she was doing, but she promised to have her ass ready for the opening of the new act on Thursday. That's sort of funny. Her ass was our new gimmick.
"To be honest, I did have an inkling of how she was going about getting that ass in shape. I walked into the bathroom one day when she was in there. She screamed at me to get the hell out-she was always screaming at me-and I did, but not before looking down at her on the John. She had her hand wrapped around one of those big fucking vibrators and she was sticking that thing up her ass to beat the band. I mean, really driving it.
"Well, if that's how she got her kicks, it was okay with me. As long as she was ready for Thursday."
The original sexual drive, as given to us by Nature, is one we share with all living beings. Without this intense drive, or instinct, a species would not propagate and thus would rapidly become extinct.
We do well to remember, however, that this instinct is very broad and vague, even though it is very intense. It is with us from birth and it makes us desire intimate contact with another living being. It is through learning, in the first place, that our desire for intimate contact remains with our own species. At puberty the sex instinct concentrates on the sex organs. At this time of life, the drive becomes an almost uncontrollable urge, rapidly reaches its maximum and stays at a peak till about age thirty. From then on it begins to decline.
An undifferentiated urge for intimate contact exists, of course, only in a human being who, like Tarzan, would have had no contact with a human society. And even Tarzan would most likely have adopted the mating habits of his foster parents, the apes.
The sex instinct has a direct result, namely the propagation of the species. However, in itself, the sex instinct does not care. It does not care whether the result of the intimacies it engenders is a child or not. The instinct is always there, it always operates and thus it is inevitable that the majority of human couples beget children. Nature is satisfied. The instinct itself is never satisfied and operates throughout the lifetime of the individual, whether that individual is physically capable of bearing or begetting offspring or not.
Every culture, no matter how primitive, has set rules that govern the intimate contact of its male and female members. Again, these laws are not laws of Nature, they are laws of Man, made by Man. In most societies these laws are given divine sanction. It is very questionable, however, that an all-powerful divinity would have given us such a broad-spectrum instinct to work with in order to achieve the production of anywhere from five to ten children during the lifetime of a couple.
Especially in our modern society, we tend to limit our offspring to 2 or 3 children. Lately, there has been a trend away from marriage at an early age. We have also begun to learn more and more about sexual customs of other societies, and research into our own sexual activities is slowly beginning to break down the existing taboos.
One of the strongest taboos which exists is that against anal intercourse. Why this is so in our society is easy to explain. In the first place, our religion allows sexual intercourse only for the purpose of begetting children. And it is obvious that anal intercourse is one of the surest methods of birth control. Hence, it has been condemned throughout the ages.
Second is the fact that intercourse between two men, in the coital position that most resembles heterosexual intercourse, can only be done anally. And last, but not least, is the connection between the anus and the act of defecation, an act which in our society is considered unclean and dirty.
Although birth control is coming in vogue lately, we have the Pill, the IUD, the Rhythm Method, etc., authorities have not yet gone so far as to advocate anal intercourse. Besides, the birth control craze is something of the past ten years in our country and only somewhat longer in others. It is not easy to undo centuries of indoctrination within a mere generation.
The Merck Manual, a book which is in the possession of practically every physician in the English-speaking world, has the following to say in discussing diseases of anus and rectum:
No body function is more naturally variable and subject to extraneous influences than defecation. For most people, the act is more than a simple maneuver to evacuate accumulated waste from the rectum. Actually, each individual has an overlay of psychologic associations, pleasurable or otherwise. The general well-being of many persons is linked to regular and adequate defecation. This attitude characterizes the large obsessive-compulsive group. In these persons, anxiety is controlled by perfectionistic behavior, as regards not only their external but also their internal environment. The need to rid the body daily of "unclean" wastes takes on for them exaggerated importance.
There is no need to deny that as a "clean" society we have gone far beyond the point of what is needed to remain healthy. The enormous amounts of time and money devoted to advertising, promoting and selling untold hundreds of potions, lotions and creams to sterilize and deodorize almost every part of our bodies is a matter of record. Our attitude toward what is "clean" and what is "dirty" has, generally speaking, reached the point of obsession and compulsion.
There remains the general revulsion against homosexuality. This attitude, too, has a religious background. The Bible clearly forbids sexual intimacy between two men. Even though homosexuals are no longer burned at the stake, or imprisoned for life, almost every state in the union makes homosexuality illegal. And even in those states where it is no longer a felony, the majority of the population certainly has no sympathy or understanding for the sex life of a homosexual.
For our purpose, a man and a woman cannot perform a homosexual act. The fact that many homosexuals engage in anal intercourse (or sodomy, or pederasty as it is often called) does not mean that the act itself is homosexual. Homosexual men do not have vaginas but they do have an anus which, of all the structures of the body most resembles the vagina. Of course, it is much tighter than the vaginal opening. Any sexual act, however, no matter what it is, becomes homosexual only if it is performed by two persons of the same sex. Two women can commit a homosexual act, and two men can. But when a man and a woman perform a sexual act, again, no matter what the act is, it becomes heterosexual.
Some of the persons in the case histories which follow can be classified as latent homosexuals, and a few of them as overt. However, their homosexual tendencies have nothing to do with their predilection for anal intercourse, anilingus, and other anal stimulation, including their preference, as sexually excitable objects, for the male or female buttocks. It is possible that they are less inhibited by the social mores and taboos than most of us.
The majority of living animals on this earth are bi-sexual. In man, the evolutionary process of separating wholly male from wholly female is far from complete. Homosexuality has nothing to do with perversion in a biological sense. It exists throughout the animal kingdom. Homosexuality is biologically a normal outlet for the sex instinct if the other sex is not available. It is as normal as masturbation is in the absence of any partner.
Our society is one of the few societies where our bisexual nature is completely ignored. We force our young to make a decision in what direction their sexuality should be shunted, and we apply every form of pressure imaginable so that that choice shall fall on heterosexuality. In most societies it is not necessary to make such a choice. And it is remarkable that most researchers have found out that there is a lesser incidence of overt homosexuality in those societies than in ours.
A. T. W. Simeons writes in Man's Presumptuous Brain:
In civilizations whose conventions do not fiercely outlaw homosexual practices these are indulged in by persons who ate both capable and willing to love heterosexually, to raise a family and to perform and enjoy all the pleasures and responsibilities of parenthood. The idea of having to make up their minds whether they are homo- or heterosexual never occurs to them ...
Except for their sex organs, men and women are growing more and more alike in mental outlook and behavior; the romantic as apart from the sexual, allure of womanhood is waning fast, because we are doing all we can to minimize the inequality of the sexes. Boys and girls have become comrades in work and play. To the modern boys girls are no longer incomprehensible, mysterious beings with whom one day they will have to establish the relationship of love. Girls are increasingly being looked upon as a sex-partner, but one with whom the risks are very great.
Homosexual practices among consenting friends, on the other hand, are free of the perils of an illegitimate heterosexual relationship, and this applies equally to men and women. They are thus often preferred by the intelligent, the ambitious, the scrupulous and the timid. If these had been free to consider marriage at an early age without economic hardship, their youthful homosexual exploits would in many cases have merged easily into perfect satisfactory heterosexuality.
It is well-known that the anal region is an erogenous zone and that anal stimulation is sexually pleasurable for most people. Many participants in anal intercourse argue that the anus is more desirable than the vagina because of the narrow opening. A fact is, however, that the sensory nerve fibers of the anal region and those of the genital region arise from the same area of the spinal cord. Both regions share certain muscles, and activity in one area may stimulate the other. Many men experience tumescence of the penis while defecating and a great number of inductees in the Armed Services find themselves surprised and embarrassed when they experience sexual arousal as a result of rectal examination. The rectal sphincter contracts involuntarily during orgasm in both men and women, while many men and women voluntarily contract the rectal sphincter as stimulative technique. This was borne out by Masters and Johnson in Human Sexual Response.
Many women take advantage of their spouses' anal sensitivity to produce more exciting climaxes by inserting a finger in the rectum at approximately the time of orgasm. Prostitutes in the Far East use either silk scarves or strings of beads for the same purpose. At the moment of orgasm, the woman pulls out the knotted scarf or the string of beads, intensifying the customer's sexual release.
Thus far, admittedly, we have dealt in generalities. All humans have a sexual drive. Freud called this the libido, or, as some will have it, how the libido deals with us. There is a certain ambivalence with which we have to deal. Any society, no matter how advanced or how primitive, has seen fit to regulate the libido of its individuals. It does so by training. Taboo is only part of this picture.
In his book Man, Morals and Society, J.C. Flu-gel comments as follows:
Taboos therefore are the socialized expressions of conflicts, they are by their very nature ambivalent and imply a double attitude of desire and fear, of attraction and repulsion. It is true that the negative or prohibitory elements preponderate. But underneath each prohibition is a real or potential desire, for people do not trouble to prohibit things that no one wants to do. In its predominance of the negative aspects, taboo exhibits a special resemblance to one particular form of neurosis, the obsessional or compulsion neurosis, and Freud worked out in some detail the parallelism between these two manifestations of mental conflict, the one social and primitive, the other individual and, as we are accustomed to regard it, pathological.
The other part of our training, and this includes all forms of learning, is facilitated by the fact that as a social species Man is by Nature an imitative and a gregarious being. We like to be a member of a group and associate with our peers. We will be readily accepted if and when we behave as we believe our peers would like us to behave. Consequently, we voluntarily and almost subconsciously adopt the same attitudes. We aim to please, so to speak, and the reward for our efforts to that aim is acceptance and praise from the group. We are already pleased if it is acceptance and lack of scorn. Even though we may not be aware of it, we adopt the attitudes, especially toward such an important drive as the sex instinct, of the group we favor and to which we belong.
It is only a very recent phenomenon, which we have come to call the sexual revolution, that we are becoming more and more individualistic in our attitudes toward sex and sexual gratification. The individuals whose case histories are going to be discussed in the next pages, all have in common that they are attracted to the anal region. Each individual reacts to his particular drive in a unique and highly personal manner as we shall see.
In his book, The Sexual Wilderness, Vance Packard writes:
The discoveries of astronomers, geologists, and space explorers have undermined the faith of all but the most devout that there is a physical Heaven or Hell. And among believers, God is more likely to be seen as a force or spirit than as an all-seeing watcher over human behavior above ...
The decline of religious belief as a vital source of guidance in everyday life will be pertinent to our inquiry at a number of points because the major religions of the Western world have always shown a considerable interest in the male-female relationship. Not only has there been concern about what constitutes moral behavior in various aspects of male-female encounters, but most of the major religions have provided strong support for the concept of male dominance ...
Along with equalitarianism there has been the glorying of individual rights. Perhaps the more the individual feels hemmed in and threatened by the pressures of large organizations and prolonged dependency, the more he reacts by asserting that only the individual counts. Carried to its logical extreme, this enthronement of the individual tends to undermine group norms and even implies a kind of anarchy as an ideal.
From the various excerpts of the works of serious researchers and students of human nature, we can readily see that there is, at this point, a wide divergence of opinions. In sexual relations, the modern attitude is more and more that almost everything is acceptable, as long as it does not physically or mentally hurt anybody, as long as it is voluntarily engaged in without any form of exertion, and as long as there are no minors or mentally incapacitated persons involved.
CHAPTER ONE: Try It My Way
"Her skin was the softest, the sweetest I'd ever known, and, at nineteen, I'd known many girls. I gave the inside of her thigh one last, loving kiss, then, regretfully, pulled away. Carmelita had to meet her husband Paul at four, and I'd had to promise to make her keep the date before she'd agree to let me love her a second time.
"I'd met Carmelita and Paul only the night before, at a gay bar for girls. In fact, Paul was the only man there. I'd noticed the couple as soon as they came through the door. Anyone would notice Carmelita. She was easily the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen.
"Curious about why they were at a lesbian bar, and eager to see Carmelita up close, I walked by their table, 'accidentally' bumped into Paul, and initiated a conversation. They asked me to sit down, and we were on our way. There was no doubt about it-Carmelita was flawless. Her long black hair was glossy and piled on her head on an intricate weaving of plaits and curls that managed somehow to look casual yet elegant. Her dark eyes and fine Spanish features were intensified by her pale complexion, and the curve of her lips and the shape of her exquisite body were enough to start my blood pumping.
"Girls turned me on more than boys for as long as I can remember. Oh, I'm not what you'd call a stone dike-I dig male companionship and I don't really mind a little playful sex with them, when there's nothing better around. But fucking does absolutely nothing for me. And I look as much girl as anyone else. I wear my light brown hair long, I cover my shapely bod with miniskirts, boots and other hip chick clothing, and I don't wish I was a man. I just love girls, that's all, and my 'thing' is using my very talented tongue on them. It turns me on no end.
"You can't know, unless you've tried it, how it feels to work a hot-blooded female up to a state of frenzy. There's nothing I like better than slowly undressing a girl, kissing every inch of flesh as I unveil it, then pausing to suck on a pair of full, hard-nippled, warm, tender breasts. I always try to take my time, teasing myself as well as my partner, and I adore kissing and licking my way down to their silky, musk-scented cunts. More than once I've actually come from this action, long before I got my frantic tongue anywhere near that moist delicious target, without so much as touching myself. Simple anticipation was enough.
"I dig girls near my own age, and I guess I've been very lucky, since a good percentage of the chicks I've roomed with in boarding school and college have also been into gay sex. One of the girls had brought me to the bar only a week before, and I had returned alone twice already to find someone for the night.
"In a relatively short time I'd found out that Paul owned a trucking company in some hick town, that Carmelita had won second place in a Miss Universe pageant a few years ago, and that the couple came to the Coast once a year for a week to 'have a ball,' I'd been around long enough to know that they were a couple on the make, and that a little uninhibited sex was what they were looking for. Since they had come to a gay bar, I assumed they were looking for a girl who swung both ways.
"After an hour or so of watching Carmelita, I would have done just about anything to score even a kiss from her. To get her alone was almost too much to hope for.
"But eventually Paul took off for the John. As soon as he was gone Carmelita smiled at me. 'We're staying at the Holiday Hotel, Liz. Paul won't be home after two tomorrow afternoon. If you'd like to come ... '
"My mouth was very dry. She was so damn beautiful. 'What's the room number?' I managed finally.
"I'd arrived a few minutes after two, hanging around in the lobby unnoticed until I saw Paul get out of the elevator and head for the garage. Carmelita answered the door, wearing a silky robe with nothing on underneath, and I swear, I nearly came on the spot.
"Liz! I hoped you would show up!' Her husky voice was faintly accented.
"I was too excited to play it cool. Besides, we both knew why I was here. Barely inside the door, I pulled her into my arms and kissed that sexy mouth hard, putting my tongue into her hot mouth while my arms tightened around her waist. God, she felt good!
"Carmelita melted against me. I was a little taller, but her long, beautifully proportioned legs brought her crotch right up against mine. Her full breasts were digging into my smaller ones, engaging in an off-center kiss all their own. I couldn't keep my hands off them. All hopes of going slowly were lost. I wanted to get my tongue between her velvety thighs immediately!
"Her nipples strained against the satiny fabric of her robe as I squeezed her lush breasts, but she wriggled in my arms impatiently.
"No, Liz, darling ... Put your arms back around me ... around my waist ... Yes, that's it,' she encouraged as I reluctantly gave up her wonderful tits. 'Lower ... lower on my waist ... hold me lower, ... '
"I tried to capture her mouth and tongue again, but she continued squirming and teasing me until my hands accidentally grazed her plump, firm rump. An electrifying thrill went through me.
"Yes! That's it! Hold me there and kiss me ... kiss me ... '
"My own cunt felt as if it were on fire by now. I did as she asked and then her tongue and lips were fused with mine, and my hands were each cupping a beautiful little ass cheek. I'd never held a girl quite that way before, but it felt good, and it was obviously turning Carmelita on something fierce. I squeezed experimentally, and was instantly rewarded by feeling the girl rub her hot little cunt against me while she shoved her tongue half-way down my throat. We were both out of our minds with passion, though I doubted I'd been there more than ten minutes, and I had yet to get more than a foot-or so into the plush hotel room.
"Ah ... Liz,' she moaned, breaking the kiss to whisper into my ear. 'I can't wait a moment longer. You must lick me until I come. Right now! Right here!'
"Groaning, I fell to the thick rug with Carmelita, pushed up the robe to reveal legs even more perfect than I'd imagined, and, hands shaking like this was my first time or something, I parted the folds of cloth to reveal the silkiest, the most beautiful pubic vee I'd ever seen, a dark thicket of glossy curls naturally divided by a long dimple of moist and matted hair. I buried my face in that crease, and Carmelita's throbbing little clitoris, deep pink and rubbery, pushed through the surrounding flesh and pressed its way into my opening mouth.
"Sucking Carmelita was the most exciting thing I'd ever done. Here I hadn't so much as seen her naked tits yet, much less sucked them for a reasonable time, and I was lapping her cunt the way I do at the end of a love trip, when it was time to bring the girl to her orgasm. I couldn't help it though, I was too hot to have any control.
"Carmelita was moaning encouragement all the way, and issuing whimpered commands as she came closer and closer to tumbling over the edge. 'Yes ... yes ... So good ... 'Put your hands ... your hands ... back ... under me ... Lower under me ... that's it ... ' She raised her dimpled hips to allow my hands to slip to her naked ass. I kneaded the amazingly soft flesh roughly, too far gone to be gentle now. But she loved it. 'That's it ... ooh, be rough! I want to feel it! Yes! Keep sucking my pussy! Ooh ... "
"She was a human furnace, squirming all over my face, moaning and pleading, pressing her wonderful cunt and even her smooth ass against my face and mouth. I'd had some pretty hot girls in my life, but nothing like Carmelita! Although I hadn't touched myself anywhere, I suddenly orgasmed, quickly arching my back to pull my tight slacks even tighter so that the pressure against my cunt would intensify my sensations. I clung to the sweet pussy in my mouth, holding her clitoris captive between my teeth while my tongue lashed back and forth across it, driving the girl out of her mind.
"She began to come then, and I had to use both hands to hold her down. She shuddered against my mouth as I lapped her, but as soon as the wave passed she was hotter than ever.
"So good ... So good! Now shove the tongue all the way inside me ... that's it ... good,' she moaned as I rammed my tongue into her honeyed womb. My face was glazed and dripping with her love juice, yet I wanted even more of it. 'Now fuck me with your tongue ... make your tongue like a cock ... like Paul's cock ... like the cock of a young boy, fucking me ... '
"Her words excited me, though I was at a point where I thought nothing could excite me any more than I already was. I tongue fucked her as she asked, insanely happy to pretend I was a young boy cock fucking her.
"Now fuck me lower ... ,' she urged, rolling her lovely hips up and over, pulling her sweet pussy away from my darting tongue and replacing it with her brown and puckered tight asshole!
"I'd never gone that route, not for anyone, and I'd been asked to do it more than once. The whole idea usually turned me off, and I'd never had any trouble getting my mouth back where I wanted it. But everything was different with Carmelita. When I suddenly found my face surrounded by her soft white ass it seemed a natural next step. Her brownish little' rectum was straining for my tongue while her sexy voice urged me to fuck her there, to use my boy cock on her bottom, to fuck her good ...
"Trembling all over, riding the edge of what threatened to be a second, spontaneous orgasm on my part, I ran my tongue lightly over the puckered slit, then shot it all the way up the girl's quivering asshole! And I kept on filling and emptying her asshole with my stiffened tongue while Carmelita spasmed again, this time even more violently than before. I was coming too, trembling all over, pressing my thighs together as tightly as possible, licking her ass all the while, pretending my tongue was a cock, the cock of a young boy ...
"I don't know how long it was before I was once again allowed to suck on her wonderful cunt, but we finished that way, with me lapping-gently now-at the underside of her clitoris while she groaned out a final, quieter but somehow deeper, orgasm. Then she pulled away from me.
"I held her in my arms while we rested. Usually, after a sex scene that intense, I was ready to call it a day. But with Carmelita, tired as I was physically, I knew I'd just die if that was to be the end of it. I parted her robe with my face, exposed one magnificent breast, and tried to suck on the nipple.
"No, stop, Liz. We must stop! I must meet Paul in the lobby by four! I promised!' Carmelita was a natural tease. She held me off, but made sure my lips almost touched her delicious nipple.
"My mouth was literally watering with the desire to suck that tit. God, she turned me on! 'One more time, Carmelita, please! I still want you so badly! I promise I'll stop in time for you to meet Paul. I promise.' I just couldn't let her go.
"She seemed to be hesitating, so I brought my hands to her naked, now lubricated ass. On impulse, I slipped a finger into her bud-like asshole up to the first joint. She groaned and relaxed in my arms, so I hurriedly sucked the hardening nipple into my mouth as my finger stole deeper into her pretty ass.
"Then once more,' she gave in. 'The bed this time, yes?'
"I got up as fast as I could, helping Carmelita up once I was somewhat on my feet. Her hair was barely mussed, and her cheeks were flushed. She was impossibly beautiful, a once-in-a-lifetime chick, and it was my good fortune that she liked getting loved by another girl. I remember thinking that if she had been number two girl, the runner-up, what in hell did the winner of the beauty contest look like?
"We moved into the next room, the bedroom. There, I quickly slipped out of my slacks and bikini panties. I only wore a sweater on top, and I shrugged out of it as quickly as I could. I didn't want to waste a moment, but I needed some skin-on-skin contact with Carmelita. Not that I particularly wanted her to touch me. Usually, some-where in a session, the other girl spent some time with her face between my legs or with her finger up my hole, but I didn't even feel the need for that with Carmelita. I just wanted her naked next to me, naked.
"She looked at my slim, well-developed body as if she appreciated its clean lines. But then she looked worried.
"I don't think you're going to be very happy with me. I am a bit of the selfish one. I do not like to do any of the work. I am only ... how you say? Only passive.' She reached out and touched one of my tits, worked the nipple lightly with her fingers. 'I touch these. That's all.' "I couldn't help grinning. She was so damn cute, I removed her hand and pulled her to me, loving the fit of her still-robed body to my nakedness. Suddenly I felt much taller and far more powerful. 'That's all right, baby. I don't want you to do anything to me. I want to do everything to and for you! Look, I love being your pretend young boy. That bit really turned me on. God, Carmelita, I did things to you I never ... ' I let a hand slide down over the curves of her rounded bottom. I tickled the outside of her ear with my tongue. 'Let me use my pretend-cock on you some more. That's all I want. Damn, you really turn me on!' I kissed her, then undid the sash and top two buttons of her robe, tugging on the expensive cloth until the garment slid from her lovely shoulders.
"One long look at her fantastic body was one look more than I needed. Again I thanked my lucky stars and reached for Carmelita. But I released her quickly. This time I wanted to do it right.
"I pushed her back on the bed, then got on top of her, covering her body completely with my own. It felt wonderful just holding her this way, but her mouth, only inches from my own, was too strong a magnet I ducked my head and started kissing her. 'The most I'll ask of you is to suck my "cock," Carmelita,' I teased, slipping my tongue into her mouth.
"She took me seriously and started sucking on my tongue like crazy. My pussy, sopping already, began to catch fire all over again. I started rubbing it against her cunt while we kissed, and I kept up the rubbing action while I removed my tongue from her mouth, kissed my way down her throat, and finally sucked a marvelous nipple into my mouth.
"I made it last as long as possible, the kissing and sucking of her pretty tits. Then I began what I hoped would be a long process of kissing and licking my way down her body. I wanted to cover as much of her flesh as possible, and take as much time as I had left to me.
"The whole thing turned out to be a dream, though, because as soon as I got my mouth off her tits I wanted them back in or I wanted my mouth between her legs. The slow, skillful lovemaking I usually enjoyed would have to wait until we'd made love another half dozen times, if then. I was still in too much of a hurry, and, judging from the way Carmelita's hips churned against mine, so was she.
"I slid down over her ripe flesh, forcing her thighs to part as I moved. When my chin was nuzzling her fragrant mound, I readjusted my own position so that my crotch was pressing against the corner of the bed. I moved my hips a little, grinding my pelvis into the mattress. It felt good. I knew I'd be able to come that way, just from masturbating, using the inert mattress in place of a finger. Sure, I might have preferred a tongue or a finger, but this was fine, too. The important part was Carmelita and her juicy cunt, a tongue-length away.
"Lick me again, Liz,' Carmelita urged, her hand going to my head. 'Lick me, then fuck my hole. My other hole, too. I love that. Sometimes Paul sticks his big cock up there, but that hurts. I'd rather have your boy-cock up that hole. Oh, I love it so much!'
"Her voice, low, sexy, exotically accented, hastened my mouth trip through the humid forest of her cunt. I licked quickly at the high mound, then found the crack. Her clitoris peeked through the fleshy folds, waiting for me.
"I used my finger this time, slipping it slowly into her cunt, playfully running it in and out of her hole while I planted kisses on her crotch until both of us were groaning and Carmelita was dripping with cream. At that point it was all over-I dipped my tongue into that throbbing slit and began to lick it for all I was worth. There was something about Carmelita that excited me in a whole new special way, and already I was wondering how I'd ever stand to let her go back to that dumb little hick town of hers.
"Knowing that her tight little ass needed a little attention, I began to work a finger into her, enjoying the way the slick inner walls tensed around my finger as I forced my way into her bowels. She moaned, tensed, then relaxed, arching her back so that I could get even further into her. The feeling of being a young boy was coming back to me, the wildly exhilarating feeling of dominating the exquisite body under me. Pulling my first finger nearly out, I eased a second finger into the tight opening in back while my tongue lapped feverishly on Carmelita's pulsating cunt.
"Liz! Ah, what are you doing to me? I can't ... I can't ... Ooh, you are making me come once again! Ah, yes, keep licking me! Use that boy-cock of yours in my pussy! And in that bottom of mine! Yes! Oh, if you don't stop at once, I shall ... '
"As before, that husky voice did nothing to turn me off or at least cool me the slightest. I was rubbing my straining crotch against the corner of the bed like an animal in heat, and my fingers and tongue were jabbing at her sweet cunt and asshole like they'd never stop. Then, just as I felt myself slide into a beautiful orgasm, Carmelita began a final series of spasms, and I had to ride her bucking loins in order to finish her off. We exploded together, and, a few minutes later, I gave her that last loving kiss on the thigh before granting her her freedom ... "
Elizabeth G. does not hide that she is a lesbian. Oddly enough, though homosexuality is frowned upon and declared illegal in most states of the Union, there seem to be no legal prohibitions against overt homosexual activities in females.
Dr. Masters and Virginia Johnson have reported that there is a very constant level of female homosexual orientation which is probably much higher than we believed in the past. However, they point out that a far higher percentage of women than of men move back and forth between homosexual and heterosexual lovemaking. "The female," says Dr. William H, Masters, "can maintain a dual commitment with much greater social convenience."
This statement is clearly borne out by Elizabeth's behavior. She is sexually attracted to Carmelita A. As we shall see, she later submits to Paul A.'s sexual advances-a heterosexual act- but she only does so because the reward is Carmelita's presence.
The Kinsey reports give statistics relating incidence of homosexual contact to such factors as age, educational level, marital status, parental occupation, age at onset of adolescence, background (rural urban, religion). They do not at all distinguish between those women who have occasional "homosexual contacts and those who have exclusive homosexual contacts. They distinguish between "individuals who have been erotically aroused by other individuals of the same sex (whether or not they have had physical contact with them), individuals who have had sexual contacts (whether or not they were erotically aroused in those contacts), and individuals who have been aroused to the point of orgasm by their physical contacts with individuals of the same sex."
For rating purposes, Dr. Kinsey used the, by now famous, heterosexual-homosexual scale by which his group rated each individual interviewed. On this scale, the ratings were as follows:
0 ... entirely heterosexual 1 ... largely heterosexual, with incidental homosexual history 2 ... largely heterosexual, with a distinct homosexual history 3 ... equally heterosexual and homosexual 4 ... largely homosexual, with a distinct heterosexual history 5 ... largely homosexual, with incidental heterosexual history 6 ... entirely homosexual
The report recognized these scales as arbitrary categories and it does not purport to be able to tell us how many people are homosexual and how many are heterosexual. As a matter of fact, when the Kinsey reports were published, almost a quarter of a century ago, they shattered many concepts about homosexuality. The only claim the Kinsey reports make is that they can tell us how many persons of the white race (minorities were not investigated) at that time (1948-1953) belonged to each of the classifications on the homosexual-heterosexual scale.
In Sexual Behavior in the Human Female Kinsey wrote:
The group which had had homosexual experience and which expected to continue with it represented every social and economic level, from the best placed to the lowest in the social organization. The list included store clerks, factory workers, nurses, secretaries, social workers, and prostitutes. Among the older women, it included many assured individuals who were happy in their homosexual adjustments, economically and socially well-adjusted in their communities and, in many instances, persons of considerable significance in the social organization ... The group included women who were in business, sometimes in high positions as business executives, in teaching positions in schools and colleges, in scientific research for large and important corporations, women physicians, psychiatrists, psychologists, women in the auxiliary branches of the armed forces, writers, artists, actresses, musicians, and women in every other sort of important and unimportant position in the social organization.
Clearly, Elizabeth and Carmelita are not alone. In Lesbian circles Elizabeth would probably be referred to as the butch and Carmelita as the femme. This does not necessarily mean that Elizabeth is a mannish looking girl. On the contrary, she is a very feminine looking woman. It refers to the fact that Elizabeth is the aggressor and Carmelita the passive partner. By choice, Elizabeth has decided to limit her sexual experiences with men to only a very few. On the Kinsey rating scale she would definitely rate with 5.
Carmelita and her husband Paul both rate 2. Had they both been single, and limited their experiences with members of their own sex to the extent Elizabeth is limiting hers, they, too, would have had a higher rating on the scale. If they decide to go back to their hometown, live together without inviting young boys for Paul to enjoy sexually or good-looking girls for Carmelita, their rating would slide down to 1 or possibly 0. The sliding scale takes into consideration that a large part of the homosexual population is homosexual only on a temporary basis. It is a matter of preference and not of compulsion.
It is highly unlikely that uninhibited people such as Carmelita, Paul and Elizabeth would ever reach either extreme of the sliding scale. They are erotically aroused by anal intercourse, the sight of buttocks and touching of the rectum. They do not seem to care, at least not Paul and Carmelita, whether their sexual partner is male or female, as long as that partner possesses what arouses them sexually.
We do not know why certain people have certain preferences. Aside from the existing religious taboos and secular laws, many people subscribe to the view that in itself a sexual preference is no more harmful than a particular preference for, let us say, a breakfast food. Tantamount in their reasoning is the question, does it hurt anybody? The same question is raging at the moment in the debate of alcohol vs. marihuana. It is possible that both drugs are equally as undesirable. However, though a hangover from alcohol may be far worse than a good night's rest from the use of the hemp flower, the latter is illegal. A hangover and a headache is still infinitely preferable over a long jail term, loss of job, loss of standing in the community and whatever else may result from breaking the law.
Anal intercourse may not be more harmful than running the risk of acquiring a venereal disease, a risk which is neither greater nor less than with vaginal intercourse. In either case one has to go to the doctor ... because of the sodomy statutes in every state of the union, however, anal intercourse may land one in jail.
Eric Berne asks and answers the following question in his book A Layman's Guide to Psychiatry and Psychoanalysis:
What is society to do with homosexuals? Their lives are difficult enough as it is, and punishment is not indicated. The best thing one can do is treat them as politely as one would anyone else. They on their part, of course, should be expected to abide by the ordinary rules of decency such as apply to relationships between men and women: namely, they should not seduce minors, not force themselves on people who are not interested in their company; they should not flaunt their desires in public by dressing in clothes of the opposite sex or otherwise; and they should not embarrass those around them by making love or talking about it in public. If they behave themselves and control themselves as discreetly as people with heterosexual desires are expected to do, their private lives should be no more concern of anyone else's than should a normal person's. Putting them t in jail often (or even usually) results only in providing them and the other prisoners with added opportunity for sexual activity. Many psychiatrists feel that the laws concerning homosexual activities should be changed.
"I called Carmelita's hotel at least five times a day for the next two days, but I never caught either of them in. Each time I left my name arid number and a strong request for Carmelita to get in touch with me. The requests became all the stronger as they continued unanswered. Not that I was into some big, heavy emotional thing with her. I mean, I didn't know that much about her, nor did I want to know anything about her. But she was going to go home to her small town in an all too short a time, and I simply wanted a few more wonderful moments with her.
"The more time passed, the more desperate I became. I thought hotly of the things I'd done for her, to her, and all I could feel was a great, unceasing desire to do those things again. The taste of her ripe flesh lingered on my lips, and the thought of allowing her to leave town without at least one more session was unbearable. I'd do just about anything!
"That evening Carmelita called. She was near the campus and asked if I'd like to meet her for coffee. Would I? I told her I'd be there in ten minutes.
"She was even more beautiful than I'd thought. I was instantly ready to dive under the table, if nothing else was available. She came right to the point. 'I'd love to enjoy you again, Liz, my dear. I think often of the other afternoon. But we come out here to have a good time, the two of us. Together. Do you understand my meaning? I should not have done what I did without Paul. And if you only enjoyed females, I must not see you again. On the other hand ... ,' she flashed me a brilliant smile, 'if you would care to spend this night with Paul and myself ... you would be most welcome. He found you most desirable.'
"Since I'd expected Paul and Carmelita to be into the threesome trip from the beginning, I wasn't particularly shocked. I explained that I didn't enjoy actual fucking at all, but I wasn't opposed to anything else with Paul. We parted after I'd agreed to be at their apartment at eight that night.
"Like a kid on a first date, I cut classes and devoted my entire afternoon to doing my hair, soaking in a tub of oils, fixing my nails and otherwise getting myself together. I was tremendously excited about seeing Carmelita again, and I recalled Paul as being a fairly handsome man who appeared rather gentlemanly. What the hell, I'd been fucked before, anyway, and it certainly wouldn't kill me to fuck again, if it came to that. And I had to have at least one more taste of that sweet furrow between Carmelita's firm thighs.
"I played at dinner and drank coffee instead. Then dressing in a leather miniskirt outfit that fitted me like a second skin, a pair of high boots, a silk blouse that left no doubt about my braless condition, I set off for the hotel. I had to smile at myself-I was feeling the way I usually did after a month of celibacy, not a few days.
"Paul greeted me at the door, two drinks in his hand. He handed me one, gave me a peck on the cheek, and led me to the couch, his arm around my shoulder. Carmelita, he said, was still in the shower.
"We talked about nothing for a few minutes, then Paul commented on the way I looked. 'I like that outfit. Carmelita has one something like that. Your body is a very different type, but no less appealing. I thought you were a beautiful girl the first time I saw you at that bar.' He reached over and kissed me.
"I didn't feel anything like an immediate turn-on or anything, but his touch wasn't unpleasant. Paul was handsome and slim, and if it wasn't that I vastly preferred his wife, I might have considered playing with him for his own sake. But right now I tended to regard Paul as a means to an end, a requirement if I wanted Carmelita. I let my lips part as his tongue began forcing its way into my mouth.
"I'd never taken part in a three-way deal before. I didn't know if the thought of it was turning me on or off. But my head was definitely on playing it loose and free.
"Paul was holding me closely now, drawing me halfway across his lap as our kiss deepened. One of his big hands began to close around my breast, and with his other hand he brought my hand to his fly. I opened his pants obediently and pulled out his warm, thick cock. He wasn't unusually large, but he had a good-sized penis, and I was glad he knew I didn't want it in my cunt. It was also good to know that if he turned out to be persistent, he didn't have one of those pussy breaking tools a girl remembered long afterwards. I even relaxed enough to give his cock a good squeeze or two.
"Then Carmelita appeared. She wore an emerald green wrapper, a slinky thing that would have made any woman look appealing, and what it did for Carmelita-or what Carmelita did for it-would take a separate book. Her hair was loose for once, flowing down her shoulders and back.
"Won't you join us, Carmelita?' Paul invited, releasing me long enough to hold out a hand to his fabulous wife. I wondered why a man blessed with a wife like Carmelita would ever want to touch another woman. Then I had to smile at my own thought. If a man had steak each and every night he might just enjoy a chop or something every so often. Or, I thought, smiling to myself, like me, a mixed grill-an antipasto of sex.
"I thought, perhaps we might be more comfortable there ... ?' She gestured towards the bedroom.
"Paul got to his feet first, but I was only a second behind him. Then he hesitated. 'I might enjoy another drink out here. Would you girls like to get comfortable first?'
"Carmelita patted his cheek affectionately. 'How sweet of you! Yes, that would be lovely. Come, darling ... '
"I took her hand and we split for the bedroom at something just less than a dead run. Inside we wasted no time with our clothing. I skinned down to nothing fast, then I undid Carmelita's wrap. I got up on the bed first this time, careful not to touch her until we were both comfortable. I noticed we had a tendency to remain wherever we were, once we started in.
"I loved what you did to me last time, darling. It was better than any other time, any other woman. You are only a girl, but you know how to make love.' Carmelita held open her arms.
"I buried my face between her shoulder and neck, kissing the velvety skin urgently. I had a mad urge to take the sweet flesh between my lips and suck on it, marring Carmelita's perfection with a bloodmark, a little forget-me-not for her to think about back in Smalltown, USA. But I resisted, working my mouth instead towards her lovely mouth. She returned my kiss eagerly, and soon I was once again sucking on her wriggling tongue. My hands went to her soft breasts, holding them firmly, knowing for sure I'd never be able to get enough of them. Suddenly I was determined to stuff my senses with every inch of this woman, to enjoy her so many different ways and so much that I'd have my fill of Carmelita. In a sense I was hoarding her specialness so that I wouldn't have to miss her until long after she was gone.
"She twisted around until my lips were lined up with her breasts. I began to chew gently on the pointed tips. They grew under my nibbling teeth. Slowly I ran my long fingers over her ribs and belly, striving for and attaining a touch somewhere between a tickle and a stroke. Carmelita was amazingly responsive. Her pale flesh dimpled and quivered, answering every effort of mine with a satisfying plea of its own. I kissed her tits more passionately, sucking first one then the other.
"Although I was content to continue playing with her flesh for a while longer, Carmelita could stand only so much of my teasing touch. She caught at my roving hand and brought it to her crotch. Still feeling playful, I rubbed her furry mound a little, then raised my hand to rub her flat tummy. She guided the hand right back between her legs again. I let it linger there a bit, then dropped it to feel her silky leg. Again the hand was returned to her pussy. By this time the girl was breathing so hard she could hardly stand it. Since I was none too calm myself, I settled down to fingering that wet and impatient pussy of hers.
"The slightest touch of my hand and Carmelita allowed her thighs to relax and fall apart, giving me free reign of her sweet cunt. I ran a finger down the juicing slit, rubbed the hard oiled jewel between the folds slowly, then felt lower until my finger was exploring the clenching mouth of her asshole. I thought of Paul's cock and wondered that so small an opening could cleave itself around that tool. I dug a finger into her and began finger fucking her.
"After a few minutes of that action my face was drawn down to that little vee as if by a powerful magnet. My mouth closed immediately over Carmelita's aching clitoris. I sucked it briefly, then lowered my face still more, lapping the fragrant cream from her slit. When I reached her hole I thrust my tongue deeply inside, withdrew it a little, and shot it back up again, wishing I could tickle the mouth of her womb with my tongue.
"She loved it anyway. 'Oh, that feels so good, Liz! It feels just like a little cock when you shove it up me that way! Like the cock of a young boy ... a young lover ... a fourteen-year-old boy, perhaps, with a small but willing cock, a tireless cock ... ' She opened her legs a shade more. 'Look at her, Paul. Doesn't she look like a fourteen-year-old boy? She is so slim and lovely, with those boyish hips! I like to pretend she's a young boy, and that her tongue is a wonderful, small cock, and that she's fucking me with it! She even put it up my ass the other day! Perhaps she'll shove it into my ass again, and you can watch!'
"I didn't turn around to look at Paul. I continued what I was doing, sucking and licking his wife's cunt. That's what we were all here for, and now the party was on. I was stretched out on my stomach, my face buried in Paul's wife's pussy, and Paul sat down on the bed behind me and slowly began stroking my back, legs and ass.
"She is like a young boy,' he agreed, speaking to Carmelita almost as if I wasn't there. 'Like the boy we picked up in France last year, the one I fucked for half the night.' His hands lingered on my ass. 'But this young boy has a cunt, and I would enjoy sucking on it.'
"Yes!' Carmelita encouraged. 'Yes, definitely! Suck her while she sucks me! But move so I can watch, also.'
"Paul did as he was told, tugging on my unresisting legs until I was half-turned on the bed, my face still buried in her lovely woman flesh. Then I felt Paul's heavy breathing on the tender insides of my thighs, and a tongue was suddenly working on my clitoris. I didn't mind it at all.
" That's so wonderful! I love to watch you do that to other girls! Eat her pussy nicely, darling, while Liz eats me.' She thrust her sweating loins up at my mouth while I sucked harder than ever on her clitoris. 'Keep doing that and I'm sure I will ... oh! Ooh! I'm going to ... aah ... '
"I jammed a finger into her hole as Carmelita began to convulse around my face. The excited band of flesh tightened, relaxed, then tightened again around my finger, and the clitoris had a life all its own as Carmelita came-whimpering.
"All the while Paul was working frantically on my own cunt, but for the moment I was too caught up in Carmelita's orgasm to see about securing one of my own. I ran my tongue up and down the entire length of her slit as she slowly relaxed after her spasms had passed. Gradually I realized Carmelita was working her hips in such a way that, by simply lifting her legs, I was being-presented with her firm, lovely bottom with the wide dimple between the creamy cheeks.
"If for no other reason, the fact of Paul being there would ordinarily have been enough to make me avoid any contact with the girl's sweet asshole. But now that I had been there, had already tasted her there, I was too eager to slip my tongue up that even tighter hole to give much of a damn who was around. I groaned softly, then attacked, running a wet tongue up Carmelita's asshole. She rewarded me by moaning hotly.
"Oh, you don't know how that feels! Paul, darling, show her how it feels! Lick her like she's licking me! Do the same thing to her! It feels so wonderful!'
"The three of us changed positions then, Carmelita turning to her stomach, her cute little butt pointing up at my face. I turned to my stomach, too, and I guess Paul got on his belly at the same time. All I knew was that his hands were roughly parting the cheeks of my virgin ass and this time his hot breath was on my butt. Then, mercifully, his tongue was there too, and for the first time in my life, I was getting my ass reamed out, and I loved every bit of it! It felt fantastic. Encouraged, I doubled my efforts on her asshole. Paul thrust a finger up my cunt, which didn't feel bad at all, and his tongue seemed as long as an average cock as it slid in and out of my butt. I was moaning into Carmelita's asshole, trembling on the point of orgasm. Then Carmelita began speaking again.
"Ah, yes, when you fuck me like that with your tongue it is just like a young boy-cock. Shove the boy-cock in and out of my hole, darling! Oh, Paul, she's so much like a young boy! Why don't you take her like a boy? Yes, take her like a boy! Take her ass! Do it for me, so I can watch!'
"I heard Carmelita's words, but I was so lost in her exquisite flesh, I hardly gave any thought to their meaning. I was running a finger in and out of her juicy cunt now. while my tongue was digging deeper and deeper into her asshole. My hands were both busy, the other one squeezing her lovely tits, rolling her nipples through my fingers, playing with her long hips.
"Of course I felt Paul remove his tongue from my asshole, and I was sorry to feel him leave me. I was amazingly close to coming, yet I made no protest as Paul pulled away from me. The night was still young, and, besides, my mouth was too full to register any complaints to anyone.
"I wasn't left alone too long, however. But first Paul hurried to his wife and shoved his very hard cock into her mouth. 'Get it very wet,' he urged.
"She must have complied, because he pulled it out of Carmelita in a minute, then disappeared somewhere behind me. He made his location obvious almost, immediately, however. I objected at once.
"No, don't! Don't do that! I couldn't! I've never had anyone do that to me! Please don't!' I tried to pull away from the hard dick beginning to press against the constricted opening of my asshole. But Paul wouldn't let me escape.
"Carmelita also encouraged me. 'Let him, Liz, darling! It won't hurt as much as you think, and then it will feel very good. Just relax, please, and stick your wonderful tongue back into me. I need it so much! I'll come for you if you let him do this. You have the ass of a young boy, darling. Let him pretend you're a young boy. Let him fuck you like a young boy ... '
"The crazy thing was that, in spite of my objections, his fucking me up the ass as if I were a young boy was a big, turn-on idea to me. I didn't want the pain of it, yet the whole thing was beginning to appeal to me no end. Slowly I allowed Carmelita to pull me back to her soft asshole and cunt, and I waited for the first onslaught of terrible pain.
"Instead of pain, I felt a dull sort of pressure, then a more urgent pressure, and finally something that was two parts pain mixed in with six parts agony. I was sure he was too big for my tight ass, that he was well on the way to ripping me apart, that I'd never survive this night. But with a final shove and a last blaze of pain, Paul managed to shove his entire cock up my asshole. Then he held still, not moving at all.
"More out of habit than anything else at this point, I continued sucking and licking the ass and cunt in front of my mouth. It seemed to take forever for the pain to subside and dull, but once it did the cock in my ass felt much less painful. In fact, it began to feel sort of exciting. I wondered if it would feel the same to a young boy.
"Experimentally, I moved a little on the prick. I was surprised at the sudden shock of pleasure I felt at the sliding contact of my most secret flesh against his hard prick.
"Paul felt the little move and understood it for what it was. He began moving inside me, slowly at first, then fucking me a little faster.
"Carmelita obviously approved. 'That's the way! Doesn't that feel good, darlings? I love watching Paul give it to young boys like this! Now fuck that tender ass, Paul, fuck it good while I come. Liz ... make me come ... come ... ' She turned over so her rigid clitoris was stiffly awaiting my tongue.
"I attacked it greedily, suspended between the twin joys of a cock up my ass and a cunt in my mouth. I pointedly cut off all efforts to reason, allowing myself the single-mindedness of sheer unadulterated feeling. I took that milky clitoris in my mouth and lashed my tongue up and back over it like a fleshy metronome. I was determined to make Carmelita come with me, and I knew I couldn't hold out for long.
"In a state of near frenzy, I sucked and licked Carmelita's pussy, dipping a finger in and out of her asshole while Paul expertly shoved his prick in and out of my asshole. It wasn't like being fucked the regular way for me-this was a whole new scope of sensations, finer than the other, more subtle yet more effective. I began to groan into Carmelita's beautiful slit.
"I'm going to shoot a hot load right up that tight little-boy asshole of yours, Liz. Get ready to take my come, baby. I've been saving it up for you.' Paul's voice was strained and his hips were now slamming into mine furiously, and every stroke just brought more pleasure to me.
"My fingers were digging so tightly into Carmelita's thighs I knew she'd have bruises for weeks, but neither of us gave a damn. I was on the verge of coming for long moments while the big cock filled and emptied me, and finally I was over the edge, screaming into her cunt, shaking all over like a monkey on a stick as I came, just as that big tool was spurting its hot come into my throbbing asshole. I tried to keep up some sort of steady drumming on Carmelita's cunt, but I was too far gone to do much about her. I gasped as I felt the shrinking prick slip out of me, and I guess I tumbled into an exhausted sleep right after that orgasm.
"When I opened my eyes, I saw Paul and Carmelita sixty-nining like crazy. The girl's mouth was overflowing with cock that had so recently been shrinking to nothingness and was now hard again. I took a deep breath and watched them suck And lick each other. It looked wonderful, I stared at that big shaft embedded in Carmelita's mouth and wondered that it had been buried in my asshole. This has been quite a night, and it wasn't over yet.
"It was far from over yet ...
CHAPTER TWO: Something Naughty, Something Nice
"They paraded past me in near-naked splendor, alone, in groups, while I-faking a greater interest in the hot sun-devoured each of them with my deceptively frigid eyes. Oh, I loved the beach, though I cared nothing for the gritty sand and the polluted surf. It was my favorite hunting ground.
"Usually it's the female of the species who is pursued, throwing to the male the position of hunter. But that, like other aspects of my ... unusual sexual drive, is not to my liking. I need to pick my partners, even chase after them, and once I have won a lover, I must convince them to react favorably to my particular desires ... No, I am not your average woman.
" There's a subtle thread of madness to you, my sweet,' remarked Gerald, my last lover.
"I'd pushed his magnificent bronzed maleness away from me. 'You seemed to like it well enough yourself,' I'd reminded him coldly. My eyes had pointedly dropped to his shrunken penis which cradled against his emptied testicles, the same penis which had risen hugely time after time to feed the appetite he now termed madness.
"True, Rita, baby. It must be a contagious madness ... ' And then he had turned on his side and, reaching out behind him with one strong hand, he had forced my head down and into position. As his firm, flexing buttocks closed over my face he laughed softly. 'And now that I've caught it, I have every intention of enjoying it fully ... '
"Gerald had been a fantastic lover, and it was ironic that I ended up losing him because of his sister. But then, come to think of it, most of my life has been steeped in irony ...
"I think all children pick up most of their misconceptions about sex at home, from well-meaning parents or older brothers and sisters whose ignorance outweighs their intentions. But I was always more than a little confused about Mother's intentions. Deserted shortly after I was born, Mother had a simple, firm way of handling the entire subject of sex from the start. She told me sex was dirty, disgusting, filthy and naughty. No qualifications or explanations, either, just a blanket policy of absolutes ... a flashing red light, a sign larger than life, NO! And, when I was very young, I simply accepted all that. When the other children talked about sex, giggling and comparing notes, I left, ears burning, wondering if I'd already been contaminated. It was no problem, really. Not until I was about seven years old, I think.
"I was spending the night with a girl friend, Betty, a new girl in school who really seemed to want my friendship. Since I was always such a withdrawn child, I was secretly excited by Betty's interest, and thrilled when my mother gave me permission to spend the night.
"Long after we were supposed to be sleeping Betty kept whispering into my ear and making up ' silly jokes so that we'd giggle under the blankets, hugging each other in an effort to stiffle our outburst. Finally I'd fallen asleep, exhausted, a trace of a giggle still bubbling from my lips. I don't know how long I slept, but I came awake in the darkness feeling a strange warmth and excitement. It took me half a minute to realize my new friend had her hand inside my pajama pants and was rubbing me between the legs. The soft, hairless lips of my childish vagina felt very sensitive and warm from the exploring fingers, and I sat up abruptly in the big bed. 'What are you doing?' I asked, confused and sleepy.
"What's the matter, Rita? Doesn't it feel good?' Betty asked, rubbing me a little harder. 'Me and Terry, my friend from home, we used to do ! this to each other all the time. It felt so nice. We did other things, too. Here, lean back and be quiet . and I'll show you something we did that felt best I of all.'
"I let her push me back and pull down my pajamas. It was too dark in the room to see what she was doing, but I could feel her moving around on the bed. Then I felt the wet warmth of her soft tongue as she suddenly began to lick me where her hand had just been! I can't describe how it felt, because I was too surprised to feel much. Out of the darkness came the echo of my mother's sharp remarks about sex and the particular part of my body that was being assaulted by Betty's probing tongue! I couldn't have leaped from the bed any faster if my life had depended on it.
"What are you doing?' Betty asked as I began to gather up my things in the darkness.
"I didn't even bother answering her. Instead, I slipped out of the room, through the dimly lit hallway and out of the house into the night. I never knew if her parents were aware I'd left in the middle of the night, or what she told them.
"We lived just around the corner, but the walk seemed endless. My mind was churning first with ways of getting in the house without being heard, then with what to tell my mother if she heard or found out what time I'd come home. After I'd thought about that, I began to worry about being seen by someone else, some stranger, rapist, killer, whatever, on the street at this hour, dressed in my pajamas. I hurried, and was out of breath by the time I reached our house. It was dark and quiet, and I began to relax. If Mother was asleep, I could probably slip inside without being detected. I prowled around the small frame house until I noticed that one window was opened enough to allow me to slip inside silently. It was the window of Mother's bathroom and it also opened to the hallway right next to my bedroom. Perfect for me, since Mother always kept the door to the bedroom at least partially closed. I climbed in with infinite care, making no sound. Once my feet were safely on the cool tile floor I held still, listening automatically for the steady sound of my sleeping Mother's breathing. Instead I heard voices.
"It took me a relatively long time to understand what it was I was hearing, so far removed from my concept of reality was the activity in my mother's bedroom.
"The strained breathing and random creaking of the bed might have passed for the erratic sounds of a restless sleeper, but with some sixth sense I knew something very unusual was happening. And, a moment later, when I heard the strange voice, I very nearly thought I'd somehow entered the wrong house. Carefully I edged closer to Mother's bedroom. The door was opened a sliver.
"A very dim nightlight gave the room a faint glow, just enough to make out bodies, but not quite enough to highlight faces. She was on the bed, my mother, and she was naked. She was not alone.
"To describe my mother is no easy chore. By that I mean that the way she looked in her day-to-day living was one thing, and the way she looked every once in a while, when she got all dressed up on rare occasions, was another. Her hair was very blonde and long, but she usually kept it hidden in a plain bun at the nape of her neck. When she wore her housedresses, she looked like any other slender young woman, but when she wore something tight, or when she was naked, her tawny flesh seemed to flow and slope into contours that would put any bathing beauty in a state of envy. She was long-legged and high-breasted, and naked on the bed, she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen, then or since.
"She was on her back, her bare breasts arched, their taut nipples thrusting toward the low ceiling. Her hips seemed to be grinding into the mattress while one long leg strained upwards and the other rested heavily on the naked back of a large man! As my eyes adjusted to the tiny light, I saw that the man had his head buried in the deep cleft between my mother's rosy buttocks. At first I thought that he had been licking her where Betty had licked me, but I slowly realized that his tongue was sliding over her anus! The wet, matted appearance of her golden pubic hairs, however, assured me that he had already licked her pussy.
"I think I was numb to what I was seeing for a few minutes, though. It simply had no place in my mind. Had it been anyone other than my mother, I would have spent a second or two being shocked, another few minutes figuring out just what was going on, then I would have gone on to enjoy the show secretly. But this was my mother! The very same mother who had already told me all about the horrors of sex! And, young as I was, I knew this was the taboo subject itself, or a variation of it. Dumbly I noted the peculiar licking continued while I stood rooted to the spot attempting to organize my thoughts enough to figure out what was going on.
"Her voice was different, too, low and pleading and eager. Sort of like she didn't have any choice in the matter of what was being done to her, but she wasn't exactly up to fighting about it either, because in spite of herself it was feeling kind of nice. 'Ohh ... your hot ... tongue ... You're licking me ... You're licking me so hard ... Oh! Now your ... hot ... wet ... tongue is ... is pushing ... shoving ... ooh ... Now it's all the way up me ... Ooh ... That feels so ... '
"His large hands reached under my mother's hips and lifted them, allowing me a split second of perfect viewing. His -tongue appeared to be half buried in Mother's tight rectum, and the thumbs on either of his hands were hooked, stretching her apart so that he could get even further inside her. Then he plunged the rest of his tongue into her, half-hiding his face in her wonderful softness, and I nearly fainted from the sudden syrupy shock that passed through my body as Mother responded to his passionate, horrifyingly intimate attack. She uttered a moan so low, so overpoweringly sensual that my childish cunt seemed to cry tears in empathy. I reached out for the sink, steadying myself, my heart racing, my pussy throbbing for the very first time.
"What are you going to do to me now?' the feathery voice of my mother asked, eagerness mixed with the helpless-victim tone so smoothly, the total impression I received was that she enjoyed her helplessness and hoped this overpowering brute would really give it to her good this time!
"A part of me watched and listened with terror and disgust, but a far larger part of my being was somehow up on that bed with them, subjecting myself to strange and wondrous sensations. All of a sudden, I felt a hint of Betty's tongue on my vulva. Sensing there was no way of reconciling Mother as I had always known her with the wild, lushly wanton woman on the bed, I think I emotionally cut myself in two also ... part of me recoiling, while the rest of my being stayed absorbed. The Rita who stayed asked no questions.
"The man responded by pulling away from my mother a moment and I got my first real look at him. He wasn't even a stranger! It was our neighbor, a teacher, who, with his sharp-faced wife, lived next door and used to give me free lessons in swimming during the summer. He looked different without his glasses, his clothing and dark hair all messed up. I couldn't help but notice the huge shaft at the base of his belly.
"It took a long time for him to answer her question. 'I'm going to give you what I love giving you most, Connie,' he said finally, his voice harsh with excitement. 'You bitch! You prick-teasing whore! You make me wait for weeks on end, you flaunt that beautiful little ass at me, then you expect me to get enough of it after I shoot into you once or twice! I'm going to give it to you good, baby ... '
"He grabbed my mother in his arms, kissed her hard and long on the mouth, then twisted her around until she was under him but on her hands and knees. Then he shoved between her shoulders until she was on the bed, her ass elevated high and the rest of her-head, shoulders, chest-flat on the mattress. Her thighs were open, forcing her rounded ass cheeks apart. She moaned softly, with anticipation.
"At once he brought his face to the long dimple again, finding the small opening at once. He began to lick it wetly while my mother moaned some more.
"I don't think I blinked once since I'd come to the crack in the door. My eyelids began to hurt, and still I stared wide-eyed, one hand buried between my legs.
"Finally, our neighbor straightened up. On his knees behind her, his swollen cock arched and strained toward that crevice on which he'd just been sucking. It looked impossibly large once I realized he meant to actually stick it into my mother's ass! She realized it too, and again her voice was that strange combination of helplessness and spine-tingling anticipation, so that even I knew she wanted it ...
"You're going to shove your prick up my asshole,' she whispered breathlessly, and it wasn't a question, though it wasn't exactly a statement, either.
"There was something about the way she said that which seemed to electrify both of us, the neighbor as well as myself. I could swear his dick seemed to swell even more as she repeated her words, and I know, to the day that I die, that never will I hear a sentence more exciting, more thrilling. 'You're going to shove your prick up my asshole,' she repeated a third time, 'and you're going to make me like it, you bastard ... '
"He held very still through all of this. Then, grasping his cock with one hand, he began to feed it into the tight maw of her anus. It had to hurt-he was not especially gentle or slow-but she seemed unable to do anything more than moan softly and hold very still. Then, when he had about half of it into her, he began to move up and back in her slippery hole, and his moans joined my mother's ...
"Suddenly it was too much. I was weak-kneed and slightly sick, as if after a feast of chocolates on an empty stomach. As I tiptoed out of the room, I heard the two of them intensify their moans, working together, building toward ... what? I did not know ...
"I slept restlessly that night, and, in the morning, when my mother, curious about my sudden, early return home, questioned me about what Betty had done to make me leave, I wondered if I had not only dreamed the night before ...
"Something happened to me then, a new side to life captured my imagination and my interest. Maybe it was the start of that madness thing, I don't know. But I began to wait for that other part of my mother to appear. I became a little soldier, a young agent, a detective who snooped and planned. I began to slip away from school at lunch time to see what my mother was up to in my absence, and I would sometimes follow her as best I could when she had some appointment to keep, even if her excuse sounded as boring and sensible as a doctor's appointment. At first it was a waste of time, but one afternoon I noticed her downtown while I was driving by with a friend with whom I was spending the day. I asked my friend's mother to stop, that I'd seen my mother go into the market and would catch a ride home with her.
"Obsessed by my new interest, I followed Mother as she worked her way swiftly toward a large apartment building on the next block. It was easy to follow unnoticed, and I began to enjoy what I was doing. But then she ducked into the big building, and by the time I reached the lobby she was nowhere in sight.
"I was actually trembling with anger and disappointment when I realized she was gone. I slumped down on a bus stop bench next to an elderly lady and a snoring man while my mother was off doing I didn't know what with our neighbor, or someone I didn't even know. I think I must have dozed off while waiting, because the sun was a lot lower in the sky when I woke up just in time to see my mother leave the building. At first I almost didn't recognize her. She had her hair loose, swaying in the breeze, and her body under the somber dress seemed fuller somehow, more womanly. It was her walk, I realized, following her once more. She moved her hips as if they'd just been oiled. Then she ran her hand quickly and lovingly down over her plump ass, as if smoothing the dress, and a dull throb started up in my guts. I knew she'd been licked and fucked again, that she'd met someone in that ancient building who had stroked her wriggling bottom for her, and suddenly I was white-hot with jealousy, wishing it had been myself who had done all that to her, to my beautiful mother ...
"I remember she'd stopped at the first gas station she came to, disappearing this time into the bathroom. I waited, and when she came out her hair was neatly coiled into the familiar bun and she suddenly looked ten years older, like any of a dozen women returning from a rather tiring shopping trip.
"In the next five years I don't think I was successful in catching my mother more than two or three times, and I still don't know if that was because she was too clever for me or actually because she indulged infrequently.
"Not that it mattered, really, because in my mind she v as eternally on her knees, moaning as a big cock plunged into her unresisting asshole ...
"Shortly after that first night I went back to being Betty's best friend, and the next night we spent together was an entirely different story. As soon as the lights were out, the others asleep and the door locked, I was the one tugging on Betty's pajamas, eager for the real fun to begin.
"Betty didn't ask any questions. She giggled as my hand felt her carefully, exploring her little naked lips and the dampness beneath them. When I reached lower, slipping a finger along the narrow groove between her hard little ass cheeks, she giggled again but let me do whatever I wanted. Then she began to rub my pussy and ass, duplicating what I was doing to her.
"As soon as her finger touched my asshole I tensed up, then relaxed as a warm, satisfying glow seemed to fill me. Tightening my thighs, I kept her hand trapped where it was, and while I played with her she concentrated all her attention on that bud of wrinkled flesh, prodding and tickling, even playfully attempting to penetrate my anus. We fell asleep that way finally, and I could hardly wait until the next time we spent the night together.
"Each time we got a chance we experimented further, a normal enough thing for little girls to do, if our concentration hadn't soon become so totally anal. But I soon found out her little cunt didn't excite me very much, and her playing with mine didn't do all that much for me, either. But I loved fondling her small ass, and any touch to mine was wonderfully thrilling. I don't think Betty cared very much what it was we were doing, as long as it felt good. Before too long we had progressed to wetting our fingers and inserting them in each other's rectums, and from there it was easy to find larger items and better ways to make them slippery enough ...
"Betty used to sneak a carrot from her kitchen before we'd bed down for the night, and with the help of a little of her mother's face cream, she'd shove the orange play-cock slowly up my aching ass. At first it hurt, but eventually it got to feeling better and better ... I'd close my eyes and imagine that I was my mother, and I'd raise my butt and tell Betty to give me more.
"When Betty and her family moved later on, my mother couldn't understand why I grieved so long and hard. In fact, she's never been able to see what I'd seen in the girl ... Finally she'd given up trying to reason me out of my depression, muttering how useless it was trying to talk to me, we were too different to understand each other.
"It sort of made me smile. Ah, Mother ... Mother ... if only you knew how much we were alike ... "
Rita E. so strongly identified with her mother that she, at first subconsciously and later consciously, adopted the same modes of behavior. Like her mother, Rita has a very strong personality and is very good at hiding that fact. Over and over again it becomes quite clear that Rita is "acting out" the game of depending on people, whereas in reality she subtly takes the lead. In her sexual life Rita is the aggressor, witness the fact that she decided to marry a young man, knowing something he was not even aware of, namely that he was a latent homosexual.
Rita was told by her mother that sex was dirty, sinful, disgusting and naughty. This verdict on sex was handed down to her by an authority she respected and did not question. In much the same manner did the early Church Fathers lay down the rules of what was and what was not permissible in sexual conduct. As we shall later see, a surprising amount of sexual activity was not permitted. Both the general conception of sex as sinful-as well as many specific prohibitions-have survived almost intact till today and have found their way into our legal codes and moral system.
Since it has become customary for opponents of the stringent rules against sexual activity other than sexual intercourse for the sake of procreation, to blame the Apostle Paul, it is worth giving St. Paul's actual words:
It is good for a man not to touch a woman. Nevertheless to avoid fornication, let every man have his own wife, and let every woman have her own husband. For I would that all men were even as myself. But every man hath his proper gift of God. I say therefore to the unmarried and widows, it is good for them if they abide even as I. But if they cannot contain, let them marry: for it is better to marry than to burn. Now concerning virgins I have no commandment of the Lord: yet I give my judgment. If thou marry thou has not sinned; and if a virgin marry she hath not sinned ...
G. Rattray Taylor, in his book Sex and History, refers to this passage of St. Paul and also comments on the willingness of Church authorities during the Middle Ages to twist facts to their purpose:
In this passage we can see the expression of a belief in the general desirability of sexual continence, but also the quite distinct recognition that continence is a "gift of God" which many do not have, and a specific assertion that it is not sinful to marry, and that the purpose of marriage is to avoid fornication; this can only mean that it is to provide a legal alternative. Nowadays the Pauline view is expressed by saying that the purpose of marriage is "the relief of concupiscence" while the extreme medieval view is expressed by saying that the sole purpose of marriage is procreation.
Paul also made it clear that he was not propounding the official teaching of Christ, but was simply giving his personal opinion in reply to a number of questions which had been put to him by the Church at Corinth.
Attaching as it did such importance to preventing masturbation, the Church sought a Biblical justification, and had no hesitation twisting the facts to its purpose. Genesis XXXVII refers to Onan's seed falling upon the ground and his subsequently being put to death. The idea was established-and is still widely believed-that this passage refers to masturbation, and the word onanism has come to be used as a synonym for it. Actually it refers to the practice of coitus interruptus; and the reason why Onan was put to death was that he had violated the law of the levirate, by which a man must provide his deceased brother's wife with offspring.
The history of our attitude toward sex is a fascinating one, despite all the misery it caused. As we shall see, the early Church Fathers were just as bad, if not worse, than the Puritans who revived some of their ideas. The only solace we can find in the misery and agony their decrees have caused untold generations is that it was their good intention to keep our immortal souls from burning in Hell's eternal fires.
It was believed that-even within marriage- the sexual act should not be performed for pleasure ... this was considered sinful. This point of view, coming to us from the dark Middle Ages, was reasserted by Pope Pius XII in our century.
Since the love of a man for his wife was considered to be desire, and hence sinful, this led to the proposition that no man should love his wife. In fact, Peter Lombard wrote that a man who loved his wife too ardently was a greater sinner than an adulterer.
But, the fight against sexuality did not stop there. The Church began to develop, around the 8th century, a series of penitential books which vividly described and elaborated every sex act in torrid detail, prescribing the penalties for each of these acts if and when committed. Needless to say that the only permissible sex act was coitus in vagina whereby the couple was dressed in special night shirts with suitably placed holes through which the husband could impregnate his wife. These shirts were called the chemise cajole.
Virginity, of course, was prized so highly that St. Augustine declared it a better state than marriage. St Jerome tolerated marriage on the grounds that it provided the world with potential virgins ... the brides of Christ.
Soon, all forms of sexual activity other than intercourse between married persons for the sake of begetting offspring were banned. Fornication was more serious than murder and adultery was worse than fornication. One penalty was ten years' fast with perpetual lamentation and denial of burial in consecrated ground.
Not only the sexual act was placed under heavy taboo. Kissing, yes, even thinking about fornication, called for 40 days' penance. Even involuntary nocturnal emissions, the wet dream, was a crime. The offender had to get up immediately, sing seven penitential psalms and another thirty in the morning.
An inordinately large amount of penalties were prescribed for homosexuality and bestiality, but it was the heinous crime of Onan, as G. Rattray Taylor pointed out, that brought the full wrath of God's Church down upon the unfortunate sinner. St. Thomas Aquinas considered this sin to be even greater than fornication! Intentional or not, psychologically this was a stroke of genius, for whoever wanted to destroy all pleasure in the sex act created generations upon generations of human beings crippled by guilt feelings. The belief that sex and the pleasure we derive from it is dirty, sinful, disgusting and naughty springs directly from this strong taboo on infantile masturbation. The child is far too young to understand exactly why he is given such fierce punishment. Masturbation is the only means where he can give himself pleasure. The horror and fear he invokes in his parents and educators, the vicious punishment meted out to him to "save his immortal soul" are so out of proportion to the act itself that soon a fear of pleasure in all its forms becomes firmly embedded in his unconscious.
In many quarters of the world and of our own society, these doctrines and taboos are still adhered to. But even within marriage, the sexual act was strongly regulated. Confessors were ordered to question specifically about how the sexual act was performed ... questions that were not surpassed till almost a thousand years later when Alfred Kinsey developed his questionnaire. The sexual act must be performed in one strictly prescribed position only. The so-called more canino (or dog fashion) called for seven years' penance! This was, because it was believed that this method of rear entry afforded the participants the greatest pleasure.
Not content with this, the Church began to whit-down on the days upon which married couples might legitimately perform their "marital duties." Sundays, Wednesdays and Fridays were out. So were the forty days before Christmas and Easter. This left barely 130 days out of every year. Of course, sexual congress was also forbidden from the time of conception till forty days after the child was born, three days before receiving Holy Communion (which was often), and, of course, while doing penance.
As if all these restrictions were not enough, the Church refused to perform marriages during Advent, Lent, and in May. It also restricted the hours during which people could be married, namely from 8 A.M. till noon. Here, we still have the June brides, supposedly because no one could marry during May. In England it is still a serious crime to marry a person outside the hours established by the Church. The penalty is up to fourteen years of penal servitude.
Having gone through such great lengths to wipe out the pleasures of sexual intercourse over almost a millennium, we should not be surprised that our society is beset and plagued by the questions as to what we should consider normal and abnormal in our sexual relationships. The greater trouble is the reaction of some people who break the taboos against experiencing sexual pleasure. Most seem to become incapable of enjoying, or performing, penis-vagina coitus between a man and a woman. And we do not yet know why this is so.
"I had learned a great deal from Betty, mostly that people were very easily influenced by a dominant personality. Betty had initiated our sexual exploration, yes, but once I'd taken the position of leader, she was very easily convinced that she should be doing whatever it was I asked of her. I wasted little time in finding myself a new girl friend, Marge. A cute little brown-haired girl, a year older than my nine. I started her off as soon as we spent our second night together. She was kind of shocked at first, but before long she was as eager as I was. Marge was the first girl I ever sucked.
"We would spend a lot of time playing with each other's asses, like with Betty, but I knew Marge particularly liked having her pussy played with. One night, hotter than ever, I brought my face very close to her ass to watch as I slipped a finger in and out of her clenching asshole. The throbbing in my belly was a roar as I looked at the cute little butt I was feeling, and suddenly I Was overwhelmed with a desire to kiss and tongue it. Removing my finger, I brought my face to the distended little ring of brownish flesh, then I was lost, in the ecstasy of kissing and licking a sweet little anus for the very first time. My tongue followed the sticky trail between the plump little rump, swished back and forth over the tiny slit, and finally plunged right into the seething little pit. It was wonderful, and an image of my mother flashed before my eyes. Not the woman who said all this was nasty and repulsive, but the other one, the warm, yielding, helpless one ...
"Marge loved it. She wriggled against my face, barely able to keep quiet while my mouth attacked her. She finally managed to twist around, though, so that my lapping tongue was directly on her pussy. By that time I didn't care. I lapped her cunt wildly, digging into her other hole, sucking on her sensitive clitoris. I learned then what I've since found to be the case ... I love sucking a woman's slit, if first I've used my tongue lavishly on her yawning ass ...
"I think I would have developed a whole little sex club of subteens if Mark hadn't come along when I was twelve. Until Mark, my entire sexual life was centered on girls and the big bodiless cocks of my imagination. Mark was four years older, but he noticed me. He lived in the neighborhood, and once I found out he wanted to have sex with me, I began to plan on having him be the first one up my ass. I was sure he had other plans, but I was strangely confident that I'd work things out the way I wanted them.
"It turned out to be very simple. I went out with him-secretly, of course. Mother would have killed me if she'd had any idea I'd gone out with a boy. Anyway, I'd gone out with him a number of times, and each time I encouraged him to get more and more worked up. I let him touch me all over, kiss me, even suck my small nipples. But I wouldn't let him fuck me. I told him I wanted to stay a virgin. It was funny, actually. He'd get so hot he could hardly walk, and I wouldn't do anything to relieve him. Slowly I led him to the point where he actually was the one who suggested he put it into my ass-just for a moment, of course, and so carefully it wouldn't hurt at all. If I hadn't been so excited, I would have laughed. I'd hinted about it a million times, and here Mark was sounding like it was his own idea!
"We were parked on a deserted road at the time, and I, too, became a helpless 'victim,' overcome by his maleness, unable to resist. He used his own spit on his good-sized cock, but it wasn't enough to do the job. I was pressed against the car seat, my naked ass open to his probing tool. It felt fantastic, the large head attempting to spear into my slender channel, but we both knew it was useless, it would take more than spit to get that monster inside me. Still, after only a few shoves, Mark's hot young balls bunched and exploded, forcing a shower of sizzling come flooding against my puckered asshole. That night, alone in my bed, a finger working in my cunt while another finger plunged in and out of my rectum, I had my first, real orgasm ...
"Mark wised up fast, and on our next date he had a tube of some lubricant with him. Slowly but forcibly he worked his prick into my ass, coming this time as soon as he had half of it wedged into me. It took a total of six separate attempts over the next week and a half before he was able to stay long enough to get inside me and ride me more than a minute before shooting off. And each time I loved it more than the last ...
"Mark became my life for all of two months, then he began pressuring me to do other things. He kept wanting to fuck my cunt, and he tried repeatedly to get me to suck his cock. I wouldn't do either until he began to pay a lot of attention to Helen; an older girl we knew. I was already hooked on cock up my ass, and I was too young then to realize how easy it was to get. So I gave in one night, again in his car, and used my mouth on his dick. He loved it, but I considered the whole bit a waste of time and of a precious, wonderful erection.
"Everything was fine between the fucking of my ass and my sucking on his cock, but then I found out Mark was taking Helen to school dances and other places I didn't dare go, since my mother would have killed me if she knew I was seeing a boy.
"We argued violently one afternoon, and finally I gave in and agreed Mark could do whatever he wanted with me as long as he didn't mess around with Helen or any other girl. He swore he'd give up school dances and parties and movie dates if I'd let him fuck me.
"The first time was pure agony. Where I'd had years of fingers and other things poked up my willing ass, my small cunt was unprepared for his large prick. I cried as he broke my cherry, and I ached for the next two days. True to my word, I let him fuck me when he wanted to, but it was so unappealing to me that soon he was happy to go back to just fucking my ass and mouth.
"One night, as I was sucking his dick for him, Mark suggested I lick his balls. I obeyed, and in lifting them I found myself staring up at his tensed anus. I felt a strong desire to reach up and lick it quickly. But I was afraid he might not like that, so I held back. But the next day, after having dropped my girl friends completely since Mark had come into my life, I found myself inviting Marge to stay the night. She agreed eagerly, and once more I spent long hours with my tongue buried between a pair of soft ass cheeks.
"I got through high school before my mother died of some virus. There was a little money left for me, enough so that I could go to college without working very much.
"Strangely enough, my high school years were my least sensual. Mother got sick shortly after my fifteenth birthday and she never really recovered. I became interested in schoolwork, there was no longer any reason to 'trail' my mother, my interest in the girls dropped off, and Bob, my boyfriend after Mark, was so consumed by guilt after each session we soon drifted apart.
"I knew I was getting to look more and more like my mother, and I think I subconsciously adopted her means of avoiding attention. I hid my lovely long blonde hair in an unbecoming hairdo, concealed my naturally sexy figure, and studied my way through high school, almost as if I slept through those years. It got to the point where I was sometimes able to almost convince myself that I'd dreamed all that had happened ... or that there were two of me, two Ritas, and the strange one, the one that had indulged her young body in all that perversion, that one had somehow managed to die ...
"I began to reawake after Mother died. I sold the old house, moved to the closest city with a college, and started life over, alone. There was something nice about that, a feeling of ultimate freedom, because I knew no one, there was no one to hold the past to or against me, and I could choose what to carry along with me from the past ... and what to bury. I thought about it for a long time, and I chose finally, after much deliberation, to give up the dowdy me and go off to my new world an attractive, vibrant young woman, dressed in clothing that neither hid nor exaggerated whatever looks I had.
"I rented a decent apartment, registered at the local city college, and went on a little spree, decorating my little apartment with fun things. I think I sensed even then that I had no idea of who or what I was, that I had lived in the shadow of my mother entirely too long, and that that, in itself, was an enigma, since I'd never, never really known who or what she was, either.
"Oddly enough, I didn't seem to need friends at first. There was a young couple in the building where I lived who took an interest in me, and before long we were friendly enough to find myself being invited to dinners where there was always an unmarried friend or relative. I rejected dating these men, though, just because I was too uneasy about myself, and too wary of where I might go from here with my life. Then I met Kal, and that was the end of that.
"He was a merchant marine, blonder than I, tall, slim and handsome. He stayed with his sister and her husband who lived down the block from me, when he was in town.
"We met in the lobby one day, literally bumped into each other. One look into those cool blue eyes of his and I felt as if someone had kicked me in the belly. That night he was at my door.
"We went to a movie. I hadn't been able to find a way to reject his invitation. There was something about Kal which made me feel like a butterfly pinned to a mat. I don't think either of us really saw or heard a moment of that picture. Finally it was over, and we were back at my door. He didn't wait to see if I'd invite him in or not. He simply opened the door with my key and walked in. Then I was in his arms, his strong mouth against mine, and his fingers were working on my buttons.
"There was nothing I could do. I was jelly. It was as if we'd worked out this date months before, down to each last detail. When I was naked, we walked to my bedroom. Kissing me again, Kal lowered me to my bed, then told me to wait while he found some Vaseline. I told him where it was-all this as calmly as if we'd done it time and time before.
"Returning with the lubricant, Kal began to work it onto his hardening cock while I watched from the bed.
"I have rather ... European tastes, Rita,' he said, smiling down at me. Then, spreading my legs and lifting me, he urged my legs up over his shoulders, far too high to enter my tight cunt. I felt the knob of his big prick against my straining, widespread anus, and then it was slowly sinking into me, filling me, and all those years melted away.
"I heard my own voice, not a question, not exactly a statement, more explicitly a benediction ... 'You're shoving your prick up my asshole ... you are ... you are ... " And I was coming, spasming wildly as his cock slowly inched its way into me.
"He stayed all night, and I don't think there was a position which involved my rump and his dick which we didn't try. I had to stay in bed all next day. Kal had to get to his ship, but I eagerly awaited his next visit to our town. There was no denying it-somehow Rita had caught up with Rita ...
"College became a whole different thing after that. I began getting interested in the handsome young studs and the lovely young girls who prowled the campus. There was a great difference living here, in a somewhat sophisticated town. Lots of the sweet young girls loved a good tonguing when they were between men, and only a few of them were turned off at the thought of having their pretty little assholes licked. And it wasn't hard to find a good-looking man to fuck my ass, either. Soon I was too busy for the nice young couple down the hall, and I was caught up in a hectic social life, one that was so busy, in fact, that I was finally asked to move. The old bitch who owned the apartment building didn't care for the night traffic, as she called it.
"A girl I knew, Tracy, had an apartment down at the beach. She invited me to stay with her. I was all for it, but since it was so far from school, I took to missing more and more classes. Finally, I dropped out and took a job at a beach-side restaurant, waiting table, dressed sexy to make up for the lousy food. I didn't know what I wanted to do most with my life, so I treaded water, basked in almost constant sexual activity-most of it to my taste-and let the future take care of itself.
"It was during that time that I came to be a beach prowler. I'd set up my towel, radio, book or two, lotion and other beach essentials, stretch out in my bikini, and feast my eyes on the handsome flesh that moved and played everywhere. It didn't bother me a bit that I had this little ass fetish of mine ... I was too involved in enjoying it.
"Then I met Carl. He was dark and handsome, and he kept to himself. He came to the beach every day, and it didn't take me long to realize that he was one of those borderline cases, a potential homosexual who didn't know it yet. I found out he had money, too, and slowly the idea shaped in my mind. Whatever it was I wanted eventually to do with my life, I could do it better with money than without it.
"Luckily, it turned out that Carl was sort of on the submissive side. It was easy to push my way into his life. My plan was simple, to get him into bed, to make the sex good enough for him so that he would want to marry me. I didn't like the idea of being a kept woman. Those I knew were far less free than the wives I knew. I liked the idea of having a rich husband who could be controlled easily. It sounded perfect.
"Getting Carl in bed wasn't easy, not even for me. It turned out that Carl had been to bed with women before, several of them, and he'd never had a good experience. He was not ready for another bad experience.
"It took getting Carl drunk one night in order to get him into bed. And even then, he passed out on me. I let him sleep a while, then I slowly began to suck on his cock. I was pleased to find that it was a big one, and I worked on it carefully, trying to keep him sleeping, unaware until desire, raw and unafraid, awakened him.
"For some reason, sucking him while he was asleep excited me far more than sucking a guy who was enthusiastically for it. I felt a wonderful freedom, and I worked him around until I had my head all the way between his legs. Then, using one hand while the other tugged on his prick, I spread the hairy cheeks of his masculine buttocks. I began to lick him eagerly, working my tongue in and out of his tight hole. It was then he came awake, his dick a bar of throbbing steel in my fist.
"Oh, God, that feels good,' he moaned, pushing his ass even harder against my face. 'So good ... '
"I really went wild then, licking and sucking, working his prick more slowly now, careful to keep him from coming. Then I moved, replacing my mouth with a finger. I finger fucked his snug slit for a moment, then twisted so I was against him spoon-fashioned, my soft ass against his cock. I'd been prepared-I oiled my ass before getting into the bed, and my body heat melted the Vaseline so that it was an inviting slippery fluid, a smooth ride for his hard cock.
"Afraid that if I gave him a moment to think of what we were doing he might go soft on me, I reached back and did all the work, impaling myself on his tool. It felt wonderful, and I could feel Carl shuddering against me.
"It took him only minutes to come that first time, and before the night was over he had fucked me twice again. I actually looked forward to the future as we stood before the judge the next day. It didn't look like it might be a bad marriage after all, the bed part, anyway.
"Our marriage, for whatever it's worth, lasted all of six months. It turned out to be a full year and a half before the legal side was over with, but we parted ways after six months. Carl got over his little hang-up, all right. With his new confidence, he lost his need for props in order to be a real man, and soon he got into his head that our way of making love was not as 'normal' as it should be. So he got it into his head that he was going to 'straighten Rita out!' All that got me was pregnant, though I miscarried almost at once. It was funny, I guess, but I no sooner made Carl 'a man' before he was dead-set on returning the favor by readjusting me. We settled on a nice, large alimony, went our separate ways, and that was that.
"I met Gerald shortly after, and Gerald soon began to swing my way, much to my pleasure. Completely uninhibited, he was able to match me thrill for thrill, and when he really got in the mood for straight fucking we'd find a girl for .a three-way party. If the mood were right I'd usually have a little fun with the girl, too. That's how I lost Gerald, finally.
"He suggested my getting a girl to join us one night. I agreed readily enough, and I called a chick I used to swing with, a little redhead with the cutest, roundest ass I've ever seen. Barbie wasn't exactly bi-sexual-she was just sexual. I'd met her at the college, and when she'd happened to spend the night at my apartment once for some reason or other, I'd found out that a hot tongue inching up her butt was one of her favorite sensations. We'd played many times since then, and when Gerald said he'd like a little party, I happened to think of her.
"Barbie was between boyfriends at the time, she told me on the phone when I'd finally reached her -she'd moved several times since I'd last seen her. When I invited her over to make up a little three-way party, she was ripe for it. I was delighted.
"As the day passed, I thought more and more about Barbie, about the way she loved being kissed and licked, about how sweet looking, sweet tasting she was, and I was eager to see her again. By the time she got to my apartment-early-I was tired of waiting. I suggested we wait for my boyfriend in bed.
"I got her clothes off and we slipped under the sheets. I sucked her nipples briefly, kissed her lips, tongued her wet, warm pussy, then got down to what I really wanted. Barbie was an easy girl to bring to an orgasm. I would play with her clitoris while my tongue dove into her ivory cheeks, and she would shudder and climax, then ask for more.
"I hardly heard Gerald enter. I guess he recognized Barbie as soon as he neared the bed. I still don't know why he got so excited. I didn't know Barbie was his sister-I didn't plan it or anything! The two of them carried on until a neighbor banged on the wall to shut them up. After I finally managed to kick the two of them out, I had to resort to my fingers to finish off what Barbie's lush body had started in me. Afterwards I was really sorry. Gerald was one of the best.
"But the beach is always here, and I have all the time in the world. Sometimes I worry, because my life seems entirely centered on my own, admittedly limited, sexual needs. I don't really know why I'm as I am, but I suspect I'll never change. Most of the time, especially when I'm in bed, with an enormous tool drilling into my clenching rectum, filling me, loving me, I'm not so sure I ever want to change ... "
CHAPTER THREE: Up From the Rear
"Until I was thirty, the idea of taking a woman anally was completely foreign to me. Not that I felt myself prudish or closed to anything. And I knew, of course, that homosexuals made love that way. But I was not a homosexual and the idea of inserting my cock into another person's ass, male or female, was abhorrent to me.
"Why on earth do anything so wild? I asked myself. I could never really understand any of the most far out techniques in lovemaking. I don't mean something like licking a man's penis if you were a girl or sucking a girl's pussy. I could easily understand doing that in the heat of passion. But what was the point of putting your cock in a girl's asshole, I asked myself whenever I heard some guy in a party talk about it.
"What pleasure could you get by putting your organ into a tight cavity, without being able to face the girl, without enjoying the look in her eyes, her smile, her personality? Wasn't it too much like another form of masturbation?
"On the rare occasions I did think about anal intercourse, I thought about it's arch poet, the infamous Marquis de Sade. I had always meant to read him because he was fashionable and because books like Justine were supposed to be jewels of their kind. I wanted to read de Sade for other reasons. He was a rebel who told society to go to hell if it didn't like him and I envied him for taking both attitudes.
"It was what I would have loved to do myself if I could. Like him, I felt pressured and kicked around by the world. I felt like a loner and, like him, I have a kind of love-hate feeling about women. All women.
"I liked them sexually, but I could never get anywhere with them. I felt always that they were secretly laughing at me ... at the very moments when I was most sincere, most exposed and worst of all, most vulnerable. So I loved de Sade's attitude that women were to be treated as objects of sexual gratification and that by dominating them, you kept yourself from being dominated in turn, from being made fun of.
"But his obsession with fucking women in the ass irritated me. He talked of nothing else in the book I had browsed through. A woman's ass seemed to be either an object of delight or like a red flag to an angry bull. There was no in-between. His incessant carping on women's asses had always seemed senseless to me. But to be honest I am easily irritated. Foolish people irritate me, dumb people irritate me, most women irritate me, even when I find them attractive, and my job irritates me because I have never felt easy or secure in it.
"I work in a big office building that employs a lot of people and many of them are women. Normally, I work in an office, alone with facts and figures, dealing with sales operations, projected profits and losses, inventory turnovers. It's a combination of mathematics, economics and report preparation. It's a good job and it pays well but I have never felt happy with it. For one thing it's a dead end. I cannot be promoted. I can get a few raises, that's all.
"But worse is the fact that I'm always working with a lot of young and pretty girls, none of whom ever know I'm alive. I don't know if you can understand what that's like. Picture yourself in an office full of gorgeous young girls who walk about in miniskirts almost up to their navels. Bouncing and jouncing along the floors past your desk, their tits bobbing up and down, trailing perfume as they walk.
"Picture having them come over to your desk several times an hour to check a fact or figure, to update a report. Imagine a pretty girl with a beautiful ass bending over your desk to read a paper, and laughing, and showing her cleavage as you help her. Picture yourself dying to grab at her ass or feel her tits and not being able to and you begin to get an idea of how I feel.
"I used to leave the office with a hard on every afternoon, full of frustration because I wanted to feel and to fuck every girl in the place. And because I was afraid to even ask them for a date. Afraid, not because I'm horrible looking. I'm not. I'm six feet tall, fairly attractive in a blond kind of way with a strong chin and nose and a good body because I ski a lot in winter and play tennis in summer. No, I was afraid because nearly every sexual experience I had ever had wound up with me either coming too soon, not coming at all, or getting flustered as hell as the girl laughed at me.
"Yet the hell of it is I can't stay away from women. Having them around me all the time works me up and if it's bad in the office, it's worse in the elevators. Let me tell you about my sex life in elevators and maybe It'll make my anal obsession clearer.
"When I go into a crowded elevator, either at the lunch break or the end of the day, I get a hard on right away. I'm jammed in with several girls on the twenty-fourth floor and as the car stops on each lower floor more girls squeeze in. There are a few men in the car but I'm almost always surrounded by female flesh ... young, supple, sweet-smelling female flesh and as my cock spears an ass here and an ass there, my temples begin to throb wildly and my cock grows stiff and longer. I do not try to do anything at first.
"I hold myself stiff, aloof. But God, how long can a guy stand there with his stiff cock between the buttocks of a nineteen-year-old girl? I would stand there feeling my cock cushioned by this delicious teen-aged ass, smelling the heavy cologne or perfume given off by the gorgeous big tits of a girl standing next to my nose and feeling another girl's warm pussy against my own backside. And this going on floor after floor.
"In the beginning I was terrified lest some girl whose ass was against my cock would turn around and complain. When nothing like that happened, I felt more relaxed. And then I realized that the girl was probably as embarrassed as I or leery of calling attention to herself by complaining.
"The net result was that I went out of my way to slip into the elevators at their most packed moments. I knew, for instance that at 12:05 P.M. several of the prettiest girls on my floor and those immediately below and above would crowd into the elevators. I knew, too, that at 5:05 or 5:10- and even as late as 5:30-the elevators would be boxes full of superb female bodies and smells and soprano laughter. Sometimes I would sit in my office, just before lunch or at the day's end, and think about it.
"I'd have fantasies in which I would pretend I had dropped my keys in a crowded elevator. Getting to my knees, I would be searching for the keys and at the same time rubbing my lips against the girls' bare legs under their brief miniskirts. Slowly I would let my face move up along their lovely white legs up to their furry cunts and then I would eat my fill, letting my tongue glide over the girls' bushes and their slits as they moaned.
"And interestingly enough, in view of my later activities, I had visions of myself turning the girls around and letting my tongue move over their luscious cheeks. I could almost taste their pink buttocks. In my mind's eye, as I daydreamed, the great pink buttocks would be like giant mounds of delicious ice cream. I would like, lick, lick, letting my tongue move hungrily over each ass cheek until I had my fill. I did not, then, think about getting into the girls' assholes. Just about kissing their lovely bottoms until I was satisfied.
"I would get myself so aroused by these daydreams that I could hardly wait to get on the elevator. And when I did, I had to control myself from seizing the girls' asses or getting on my knees and licking their cunts and their buttocks.
"Instead, after being jammed into the elevator with girls on every side, I'd push my cock against the nearest ass available and enjoy the thrill of feeling my dick get hard without any visible complaint from her. In fact, at certain times I would get a distinct feeling that the girl liked my stiff cock. More than once I had the pleasure of feeling a girl edge her ass back against my cock as it moved away when I pushed in another direction. Obviously the girl liked feeling my cock there and I renewed my pressure. At other times I let my hand move against a girl's ass and if she did not complain, I caressed it gently.
"After a few weeks of this I began to lose my fear of dating girls and got bolder. There was a very pretty blonde girl who worked on my floor and I had pressed my cock against her ass several times. This time I decided to try again. It was a hot summer day and I could see that her dress was very thin. Her pants were probably equally as thin, I thought.
"As I moved behind her, I pressed my cock between her buttocks and closed my eyes. The elevator was full with twelve yelling and laughing girls; the smell of their bodies was delightful and I soon got a hard on. Then, to my astonishment, I realized the girl was pressing her ass against my cock and that she wore no panties under her dress.
"I got so excited that I forgot my fear. Was she really not wearing panties or was it my imagination I asked myself. In any case, her own boldness in .pushing her ass against my cock so excited me that I put my forefinger against her ass. I pretended it was an accident of course. But I could feel nothing beneath her thin dress and when she continued to press her ass against my finger, I threw all my fears out the window and let my finger slip under her skirt.
"It touched her buttocks first and then her fur and I nearly fainted from the electric shock that gave me. I mean I was actually feeling a girl's bush from the rear in an elevator full of girls. Just then a jolt shoved her ass hard against my finger and it slipped into her cunt. Then she moved again and this time it touched her asshole. I couldn't control myself then. Had she complained or sought to wriggle away, I might not have done it. But she remained with her ass glued to my hand.
"My cock felt as if it were ready to explode. I turned slightly so I could position my dick against her ass and began to pump into the cleavage of her buttocks. At the same time, my heart was in my mouth. I half expected her to scream to the other girls that I was trying to fuck her, that my stiff cock was jammed between the cheeks of her ass, whatever. But she did nothing and said nothing. I could feel the warmth of her body against me and out of the corner of my eye I could detect beads of sweat on her left cheek.
"She's as excited as I am, I thought. She wants it as badly as I do. I kept fucking her that way and wishing that she could turn so I could slip my cock out of my pants and put it between her thighs. In my heightened state of sexual excitement, I actually had the notion that maybe in this crowd, I could actually fuck her standing up. I would lift her up on to my cock as she faced me and insert it into her lovely cunt I told myself.
"But, of course, the idea was insane. She could not have turned even if she had wanted to. Instead she remained as she was and I found myself pumping it into her backside slowly but steadily while she backed her ass into my cock. But it had, unfortunately, to be done slowly. Fucking her at a vigorous pace, would have called our neighbors' attention to it and anyway there was not enough room.
"The result was that by the time we got to the main floor, I had almost come but not quite. As the girls around us boiled out of the doorway, I could see her eyes. There seemed to be just the hint of a smile in my direction and a soft moue to her lips as if she were truly sorry that I had not finished fucking her.
"She's anxious for more, I thought, exultantly. I can call her and ask her for a date. I can fuck her in my place or hers. I kept thinking about it all afternoon, ready to shoot myself for not having run after her during the lunch break. I had no idea who she was, what her office number was.
"That afternoon I walked through several offices, trying to find her. It was useless. She was not in the steno pool or any of the reception offices easily available to the incoming public. She must work in an inner office away from other people.
"I knew I had to see her again so I timed my departure very carefully to see her on the elevator again. To be sure that I would not miss her, I deliberately ducked several cars until I saw her approach. The sight of her swinging hips, of her lovely tits jiggling in her formfitting sheath, was so exciting I almost kissed her. She smiled at me but said nothing since she was with two girls. I had to wait till she was alone.
"I waited till she was outside the building and caught up with her as she rounded the corner. She seemed to expect me because she smiled again and did not say anything. I was panic-stricken about how to proceed next and then suddenly I heard myself ask her to have dinner with me.
"Please,' I said, 'You've got to have dinner with me.' I saw her blue eyes wrinkle up with amusement. Her eyes darted down to my hand to see if there was a wedding band. Then she nodded quickly.
"The remainder of that day was like a dream until we got to her house. She was a pleasant, good-humored girl and we got on together beautifully. It turned out that we both liked tennis and swimming and the theater and we danced wonderfully. As we danced, I got another big hard on and I couldn't control my impatience to get her home. All the way to her apartment my fears that something would go wrong made me miserable. As always my fears were fed by my own insecurity.
"I was convinced that she was somehow baiting me, playing some weird joke that would blow up in my face. Why else would she be acting so warm and affectionate? Why wasn't she mad because of what I had done in the elevator? Why did she smile soon after she felt my stiff cock on the dance floor?
"When we got to her flat I decided to call her bluff and see whether it was a joke. I reached for her and pulled her close, then caressed her ass with my right hand. I felt her shiver as I moved my hand, between her thighs and stroked her wet pussy. She opened her mouth and groaned ... I half expected the doors in the flat to fly open and have people from the office come in, laughing and shouting, people I worked with daily.
"But nothing happened. She groaned as my finger teased her cunt and then she told me to sit down while she undressed. 'You mean it's okay?' I asked surprised. She laughed. 'Of course it is, you idiot. You nearly drove me out of my mind on that elevator.'
"I thought you were maybe a little annoyed,' I said cautiously. 'I mean ... doing that ... in public. I ... I couldn't help myself. I had to do it. Do you understand that, Ginny?'
"She nodded slowly. 'I was annoyed in the beginning but then it was all right. I've watched you in that elevator many times, you know. You never noticed me, I guess. But I did. And I was hoping you'd ask me out. I even asked some of the other girls questions about you. And then, when you got behind me, I figured it was a lucky accident. I was kind of surprised but glad.'
"Really?'
"She nodded a little shyly. 'I ... I got caught up in what was happening in the elevator. I wanted it to happen. Even when you touched me between my legs.'
"I grabbed her and pulled her close. Then, slowly, I began to undress her, taking each piece of clothing off slowly, enjoying the sudden emergence of a breast or a naked thigh until she was completely nude. She lowered herself to her knees and opening my fly, took out my cock. Eagerly she took it in her mouth and licked it hungrily.
"Then she stood up, helped me to remove my own clothes and, when we were both naked, led me into her bedroom. I should have been delighted, I should have felt gloriously on top of the situation at that moment. I was in the apartment of a pretty girl who wanted me. We were both stark naked and she had just sucked my dick. I should have been in heaven. But I wasn't.
"I was in hell. The moment we crossed the doorway to her bedroom, my old panicky feeling came back. I still had a hard on and I watched her beautiful ass swaying just ahead of me. My desire returned in full vigor. It was when we were both on the bed and she spread her thighs to receive me that I felt weak and inadequate. I wanted to turn and leave ... to get my pants on and flee.
"It was stupid. When I saw her ass move in front of me, I wanted to fuck the hell out of her. My cock began to twitch expectantly. Yet, when she was spread-eagled and waiting to take my dick into her cunt, I began to lose my stiffness. I felt real fear. I cannot explain it because I don't understand it, but I felt it strongly.
"But I put my cock into her slit nonetheless and tried to have intercourse. I couldn't. Several times I slipped out.
"What's wrong with you?' she said in a hurt voice. 'Don't you want me?' "Of course I do,' I said as convincingly as I could.
"Then what's the matter? You really raped me in the damned elevator. Now you can't even keep it in my pussy for a minute.'
"I don't know. Maybe I'm tired or nervous.'
"Let's play with your cock a little. Sometimes that can help ... It's worth a try, anyway.'
"She bent over and began to nibble teasingly at my cock and balls, letting her tongue caress the head of my cock until I groaned. Then she took my dick and sort of crushed it between her lovely, melon-like tits. It was fine, it was exquisitely exciting. I thought it would be fine this time and it was for a few minutes. But as soon as I inserted my cock into her wet, sopping cunt-she was even more worked up than I by the sucking and tit squeezing-I had trouble. Her eyes pleaded with me to keep going.
"Then she began to wheedle me to follow through. 'Please, darling ... don't let me down now. I'm going crazy. I can't stand any more of this. I just can't. Keep pumping at me. Maybe that will help you stay hard inside my pussy.'
"I tried but it was all to no avail. Long before I could make her come, I lost my hardness. When I fell out of her cunt a third time, she screamed at me, implored me in almost sobbing voice, not to torment her as I was doing. I felt miserable but her eyes, staring at me so accusingly, actually seemed to make it worse.
"Oh you bastard! You bastard!' she yelled angrily at me. Then turning on her stomach, she dug her face into the pillows and began to kick at the bed with her feet like a child in a tantrum. As she did, my desire seemed to swell up. The sight of her sweet pink ass cheeks bobbing up and down as her body moved rhythmically on the bed was so exciting to watch, I could barely contain myself.
"I had an overwhelming impulse to touch her lovely young pink ass, to feel the texture of the smooth buttocks in my hands. My hands itched to touch them and finally, in a hypnotic trance, I reached over and caressed them. They felt absolutely marvelous to the touch and I never wanted to let them go.
"My caressing hands calmed Ginny a little. Her body no longer seemed to be racked with anger. She was still, however, weeping quietly into the pillow. And as she did, her lovely ass moved. I spread her cheeks and glanced curiously at the rich black bush that lay between her mounds. I had an overwhelming desire to kiss her bush and lowered my face to it.
"The contact of my lips on her bush from the rear excited her very much. She turned quickly and embraced me, thinking that I was ready to resume our intercourse.
"But the minute I caught sight of her eyes, wide with expectation, almost hysterical in her desire to see me succeed, I could not do anything again. I bounced quickly off the bed, dressed as rapidly as I could and deserted the apartment. I could hear her sobbing as I reached the front door.
"The next day I did not go near the office. I was so ashamed of what I had done to her that I could not bear to run into her again. The days after that I deliberately took my lunch early and departed very late in order to avoid her on the elevator. I learned afterwards that I need not have bothered. She was as intent on avoiding me.
"We did not see each other but I could not shake off my awful sense of guilt. How on earth could I have been such a fool as to attempt to lay her? After all my previous bad encounters? But then why had it been so easy for me to do what I had done in the elevator? I had been so excited that only a thin veneer of control had stopped me from taking out my stiff cock in the elevator and shoving it into her ass.
"And there had been real sexual desire too. I had felt it, not only in the elevator. I had felt it in the restaurant as we sat at dinner, as we danced. I had felt it so strongly in her apartment later as I watched her gorgeous pink ass sashaying in front of me. I had longed to touch it, to kiss it and I had finally given in to my desire.
"Yet when she faced me, when her eyes stared hopefully at me, my cock seemed to shrink. I wanted to back away from the whole thing. What in hell was the matter with me? How could I be a goddamned stud in an elevator full of girls and a sheep when I was in bed with one? The question seemed unanswerable. But I had to answer it. Not merely because I was irritated with my behavior but also because I genuinely liked the girl. I wanted to have a good relationship with her.
"I decided I could not just sweep it under the rug anymore. I could not afford to lose Ginny. Somehow I had to work out my fear of fucking or whatever it was that kept me uptight at the crucial moment. But how?
"A friend gave me the answer.
"Get yourself a whore, Mike,' he advised. 'She'll help you work out the kinks. If you miss with her, so what? You're paying her. It's like going to a lab or a workshop.'
"I don't know any whores,' I said unhappily.
"He picked up the phone and dialed. After talking to a girl for a moment, he hung up. Then he wrote down an address.
"Your teacher's waiting,' he said quietly."
Michael Z. has a very weak personality. He is also basically afraid of women. He probably would have been a practicing homosexual were it not for the strongly implanted taboo against sex with another man. As a matter of fact, Michael's entire outlook on sex is one of almost unbearable guilt. He became fixated on the buttocks of women at a rather late age, probably because he did not have to look his partners in the eye. A woman looking at him made him instantly impotent. It is revealing that Michael finally completes the sex act with a prostitute. Even though it appears on the surface that he established friendly relations with the young lady (he called her to tell her that he finally succeeded in copulating with a woman), it is clear that he dared to make the demands upon her because he had rented her body ... in other words he had already established, even though temporary, ownership of her.
Though Michael never overcame his feelings of guilt which caused his impotence, it was his erotic fascination with the anal region that, in turn, allowed him to overcome his strange impotence.
Impotence seldom has any direct physical causes. A physician can establish that in no time. If he cannot find a physical cause, the problem is mental.
It is generally conceded that a man's potency starts in his mind. The brain regulates an incredibly complicated copulatory control system which causes the penis to swell with blood and become erect. Sexual arousal is necessary, the man reacts to a variety of erotic signals, becomes excited, and the brain gives the signal to the penis to become erect. Whenever something goes wrong with that system, anywhere, the man becomes impotent.
There are various forms of impotence. Michael Z. is suffering from what is called copulatory impotence. He becomes normally excited and achieves an erection. However, after insertion in the vagina, his penis suddenly goes limp. It is not a very common form of impotence and one of the more difficult to cure, even after extensive psychoanalytic treatment. It is generally believed that the victim of this form of impotence subconsciously punishes the woman (or women) he wants sexual intercourse with by leaving her excited and aroused, denying her sexual fulfillment. In the process of this punishment, the victim also punishes himself. The condition may disappear spontaneously when a method is found which affords the sufferer complete sexual fulfillment, whereas the female is denied her pleasure. This denial of pleasure for the female does not necessarily have to be true. It is sufficient if the man believes that she is not getting her pleasure. In Michael's mind, anal intercourse is degrading for the woman, which is for him the more reason to become excited at the prospect. Even though he feels guilty about this, he cannot look his partner in the eye, anal intercourse has, for him, cured his copulatory impotence.
Another form of the ailment is absolute impotence. No matter what happens, no matter how excited and aroused the man may be, it is impossible for him to have an erection. Sexual intercourse is, naturally, out of the question. One of the most frustrating aspects of absolute impotence is that the penis can achieve splendid erections when they are not needed. And since the masculinity of a man is usually measured, at least by himself, by his capacity to achieve an erection, doubt and fear set in when he fails to do so. This is where the vicious cycle starts.
Doubts and fears about the capacity to achieve an erection become greater every time the erection fails when it is needed. The next encounter is no longer anticipated but dreaded. This, of course, does not exactly engender erotic arousal.
The condition becomes worse when the man thinks that his sexual partner will ridicule him because of his failure. On the other hand, as with copulatory impotence, the possibility exists in about half of all cases that the man is actually afraid of the vagina. In many other cases, failure to achieve erection after the man has sexually aroused a woman, is a form of punishment for the woman. The man does not have to be consciously aware of it, which is why he needs the help of a psychoanalyst.
The third, and most common condition of impotence is premature ejaculation. In this case, the man achieves orgasm the moment the woman touches him, the instant he touches the woman, or the moment he begins his first pelvic thrust. Sometimes, orgasm is achieved before the man has had a chance to undress. Although many men claim this to be a form of super potency, psychiatrists tend to believe that this is the most common way a man shows his dislike for women. No matter how hard he may either apologize or brag about his potency, his words are no substitute for his partner's sexual climax. In true and satisfying heterosexual intercourse, the penis keeps time with the vagina. Dr. Reuben says, "If the man always has to cross the finish line before the girl gets to the first turn, both of them are apt to lose."
In his controversial book Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex But Were Afraid to Ask, Dr. Reuben takes exception to one of Dr. Kinsey's findings regarding premature ejaculation being a normal condition, since rapid orgasms are found throughout the animal kingdom:
He [Kinsey, a biologist] noted that a large proportion of the men interviewed by his staff reported premature ejaculation. He compared the performance of men with that of animals and concluded that since animals ejaculated fast, it was fine for men to do the same. He even suggested equating speed of orgasm with masculinity. Kinsey overlooked a few things. The dog, for example has extremely rapid orgasms. He also chases cars, drinks from puddles, and dies at the age of fourteen. If it is normal to be like a dog in one way, why not follow his example in all others?
Another point Kinsey forgot to mention is that during intercourse the dog's penis becomes trapped in the female's vagina. No matter how fast he may ejaculate, the dog stays where he is until his mate is satisfied-unless he wants to leave his penis behind. One more man-beast distinction: in animals resembling man, the anatomical location of the clitoris brings it in direct and forceful contact with the penis. A minimum of stimulation by the male animal almost guarantees orgasm for his partner. There is one group of women who adore men with premature ejaculation: prostitutes. On the evening that a girl is lucky to find a dozen gentlemen who are quick on the trigger, she can be home in bed (her own) by nine-thirty.
"My teacher turned out to be a dark-skinned, beautiful girl from Puerto Rico who had come to town to work in a beauty parlor. After three months, she discovered there was much more profit in sleeping with well-to-do middle-aged men. Besides, as she explained to me, she was a lousy beautician.
"I liked her at once. She was a lively, outgoing chatterbox whose mouth never stopped. Her apartment consisted of a large living room filled with small costumed dolls and lovely Navajo rugs and a grand piano. In the midst of all this, Maria's lithe, big-breasted, brown-skinned beauty seemed almost like an intruder. But her easygoing good nature won me at once.
"She greeted me with a big smile as the door swung open and promptly offered me a Cuba Libre with, what she insisted was, thirty-year-old Rum. 'I bring it myself from the island.' She bustled around the crowded room. 'I hate the run you get here. I like strong rum, strong food, strong smells and strong cocks.' She put her fingers on my crotch as I took my drink and tickled my balls playfully.
"I could see what she meant by strong smells. As she bent over to give me the thirty-year-old rum, I was overwhelmed by a mixture of scents. There was heavy perfume coming from her big, globe-like breasts, a powerful talcum odor from her armpits, and her hair was drenched with still another scent. Oddly enough, the warring scents did not clash with one another unpleasantly.
"I like your perfume,' I said, 'or rather your perfumes. All of them. They're beautiful.'
"She smiled and exposed an array of sparkling white teeth. 'Thank you. Wait till you smell the perfume on my pussy. I have a very expensive French perfume there. Just for my best customers.'
"Really?' I was amused.
"Oh yes,' she said. 'Oh yes. Here smell!' She raised her miniskirt. There was nothing on underneath. She moved closer to where I sat on the couch and pushed her thick black bush into my face. Instantly my nostrils were filled with a delicious scent.
"I spray it on every time I get a customer,' she said chattily. 'It excites them and they give me better head. You like to kiss my pussy, baby?'
"The drink, her personality, the room and the perfumes were beginning to have their effect on my senses. The sight of the pretty dark-skinned girl's enormous bush added to it. I pressed my lips on to her slit and heard her groan. Then I began to kiss her thighs and, letting her skirt fall over my head, I turned her ass around to face my mouth.
"A moment later as my nose and lips were pressed against her rich mounds of flesh, I felt another, different odor assail my nostrils. It was the most delicious of all. Without thinking, I burrowed deeper with my nose between the mountains of her supple buttocks.
"I love the perfume on your ass,' I said.
"You do?' I heard her laugh delightedly. 'I like you, Mister. I think my ass is too big.'
"No ... it's beautiful. I love the taste of your skin there. Like a little baby's.'
"I began to kiss it all over. The warm, sweet-smelling cheeks of her ass were like a heady liquor to me. I was getting drunk on them. With her skirt over me, I could not see anything. The darkness made her flesh all the more exciting to me. I stuck out my tongue and began to lick her flesh and, as I did, a feeling of being in a magical tent with unknown sensuous delights awaiting, overwhelmed my senses. I felt myself getting so sexually excited, I could barely breathe the rich mixture of perfumes coming from her cunt and ass.
"I began to lick her up one cheek and then down the other. As I glided along the surface of her globes, my cock got very stiff. A moment later as my moist tongue teased her asshole, I was almost faint with excitement. I heard her groan as my tongue touched her sensitive asshole.
"Aye ... aye ... aye!' she moaned. 'Nobody's ever kissed my asshole like that baby! Oh Madre mia! That feels wonderful ... wonderful.'
"By this time I was so- worked up, I could not stop. I started to lick her asshole more passionately and as I did, she could not remain still. She tried to get away from me and in the commotion fell on the rich Indian rug beneath her. As she fell, I fell with her. It was impossible not to. My mouth was glued to her lovely ass. I continued to suck her asshole while she thrashed erratically under my mouth.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!' she cried. 'I can't take much more. I'm very excited ... Please, fuck me ... fuck me now. Oh please put your prick inside me. Now! Now! Now! Aye, aye, aye! my cunt is on fire.'
"Terribly excited myself, I got on my knees and started to mount her. With her skirt raised high above her ass, her backside was the most delicious sight I had ever seen. Her puckered little asshole looked like the most delightful of targets. But at that moment I was concentrating on her cunt. That looked beautiful, too. Then, just as I descended, she did a strange thing. She turned over. It was an automatic gesture.
"She told me later that she automatically assumed that the customer preferred face-to-face fucking, unless he specifically requested something different. Moreover, in my own case, she wanted to see if she could find out what I did wrong.
"She found out soon enough. The moment she faced me, her dark eyes widening as she stared at me, I did it all wrong. At first I missed her cunt entirely. But perhaps that was understandable since she had turned over so unexpectedly. But even when, with her firm help, my cock was thrust into her cunt, I began to weaken. She began to pump vigorously up at my cock but I had become flaccid very quickly.
"It was the same old problem. When a woman faced-me and made demands or seemed to make demands with her eyes and throbbing body, something happened to me. I got scared, I doubted my own abilities.
"I was afraid of something else. That Maria would cry out her annoyance as my cock fell out of her cunt, that she would make some stinging remark about my being terrible. I was even afraid she might call me a faggot. I braced myself for the worst but nothing like that happened. Instead of yelling at me, her mouth puckered in deep sympathy. Her eyes became downcast.
"Maybe you're just tired dear,' she said. She let me rest beside her for a minute, then led me to her bed. There she got down between my legs and taking my shrunken cock in her mouth, played with it. It was a slow process and after a while her jaws began to ache. She rubbed them and then continued, stubbornly determined to breakthrough somehow. At last, her cocksucking had some result. My cock began to stiffen. Excitedly she got on her back with a pillow under her ass, her legs raised high and wide to permit me easier and deeper entry.
"I managed to get it into her wet slit but only for a moment. Just long enough to work her up by rubbing against her large clitoris. Then, just as she began to pant and move her groin frenetically upwards to meet mine, I went to pieces again. This time, as my cock slipped out of her pussy, she began to moan and tremble. She reached out for my cock with an incoherent cry and thrust it back into her slit. When it slipped out again, she grabbed at it furiously and started chafing it with her fingers.
"This time, however, it would not enter her cunt. Either I was too tired or, more likely, her moans and cries of frustration had made me nervous. I tried to roll away from her but she was in no mood to let me go. Instead, she continued to seize my cock and aim it at her cunt. Her body twisted and turned as she continued to fail.
"Now she was back at sucking it to make it stronger, putting it deep into her mouth. When that failed to stiffen my cock, she took it and jammed it between her buttocks. Perhaps she had remembered how excited kissing her ass had made me, or else she was trying what she did as a kind of desperate last resort.
"At any rate, the moment her ass faced me and my cock was imbedded firmly between her buttocks, it began to get hard again. The sight of her lovely ass was encouraging to start with. As I looked at her, naked, her ass just high enough on the bed to permit easy access for me, her tits dangling provocatively in front, her long black tresses spilling over her face as it bent toward the pillows-all this inflamed my senses. And now, as I looked at her lovely pink, puckered asshole, it seemed like the only target to aim for.
"Suddenly, I had this overwhelming desire to enter it, to feel my stiff cock imbedded in her tight shaft. I hesitated for a moment because I thought she would object.
"But she said only, 'That feel better honey? Maybe that is your trouble. Some men like to get head and they get it up fast. Other men like to feel it in a girl's nice soft ass. I think you like that too. No?'
"Yes,' I said hoarsely. 'I like it. I like it very much. Don't want to stop.'
"Don't stop then, sweetheart. Just put it in when you are ready, that's all. I am willing.'
"Taking her at her word, I put some spit on my cock and aimed it directly at Maria's asshole. As she felt the tip of my cock, I could feel her tremble. But she did not flinch when I applied pressure and tried to get it in.
"Ah so, that's what you like amigo,' she said laughing. 'You like to get into a girl's ass, eh? You like the tight feeling of an asshole, eh? Even if you hurt her.'
"I stopped for a moment, disconcerted by what she had just said. I did not want to hurt her.
"What's the matter, dear?' she asked solicitously.
"I want to do it in your ass but I don't wish to hurt you. Let's just forget it altogether, okay? I'll pay you for your time.'
"Don't be stupid,' she cried. 'Put it in. It only hurts me for a minute and even less than that if I put enough cream on it. Just give me a minute.' With that she jumped from the bed and ran into her bathroom. A moment later she returned with a large jar of some white cream. She took my cock, opened the heavy jar and rubbed a large quantity of cream on it.
"Actually, anything will be okay ... Vaseline or another cream,' she told me. 'But it slips easier into a girl's asshole if you cream your prick first. Also, I like to grease up my own place. Everything helps. A girl's asshole is almost like the eye of a needle you know.'
"I watched in fascination as she massaged my cock with the cream, and then, turning, began to cover the insides of her buttocks with the same substance.
"Here, you rub it,' she said. 'It's better that way and also more exciting to feel your fingers there.'
"I rubbed the cream along the sides of her buttocks and on the rim of her asshole. I heard her groan with pleasure and I was surprised at how tight her hole was there. How on earth was I supposed to get my stiff cock into that narrow cavity I wondered. I asked her again if it would really hurt her.
"She patted my face. 'You're very nice, dear, because you're worried. But there is really no need to worry. I do it quite often with some of my middle-aged gentlemen. They prefer to get it into my ass. It gives them more pleasure because I am so tight. You see when you have had children, as I have, your pussy gets a little loose. Some of my customers do not enjoy it, so I offer them my asshole. At first I felt a lot of pain. After all, a man's prick is pretty big when it's hard. Then I began to experiment a lot. I changed the way I lay in the bed. I held my ass higher or lower, this way or that-until the man's cock could slip in best. And a girl friend told me about this cream. I asked the man to be gentle and to stop when I cried out.'
"Didn't you feel pain?' I asked, still doubtful of doing it.
"Oh yes, at first. But muscles get used to it and then, after that, it feels good to have a man's dick inside your ass. Now try it, darling. But don't worry. My muscles are looser now than before.'
"I got on top of her ass as she held it out provocatively, leaning on her knees on the bed. Everything went much better. I was apprehensive as usual when I began my love-making to a girl. But somehow everything seemed to be all right now. The lovely brown-skinned bottom before me was like a gift that its owner was offering to me with no strings attached.
"Her tiny puckered opening beckoned to me as I approached. I leaned down, teased it with my tongue for a moment, inhaling the rich mixture of scents, and then moved against it with my greased cock. There was some difficulty at first and I could feel her now bracing herself very carefully as she felt the tip of my stiff cock. Then it slid in deeper, between the tight walls of her asshole, and I felt as if someone had grasped my cock and held it securely.
"For a moment I remained imbedded like that without moving. Then she laughed softly.
"Now move in and out, dear, as much as you can. It won't be as easy as if you were in my pussy. But you can move a little slower and it will give us much pleasure.'
"She was right. After I began to move, the pleasure was so intense I could hardly control myself. But wanting to prolong the delicious sensation, I bit my lips, I tried to think of anything else but what I was doing. I wanted to do it as long as I could. I wanted it really never to end. That's how beautiful the sensation of fucking Maria in the ass was.
"Once I knew that it no longer hurt her, that I was giving her pleasure, too, the fun was even more satisfactory. At one point, as I lay deeply thrust into her ass, we both laughed like two happy children.
"Then, suddenly, the excitement engulfed me and I felt myself approaching an orgasm. I tried hard to fight it but to no avail. Whatever was dragging me toward an inevitable ejaculation was so powerful that it could not be resisted any longer.
"I began to shout now. Words like 'shit' 'fuck,' 'wow!' meaningless words really except that I was so carried away that I had to say something out loud. And then I came in a burst of energy that surprised me, so used was I to sexual encounters where I was always weakening at the worst moment.
"I was so carried away by the orgasm that I continued to pump into Maria's ass long after there was nothing more to give. Her ass felt so good, and looked so good, I could not help myself.
"I just wanted the thing to go on and on. But ultimately I had to stop. I felt her ass quiver as she felt my come enter her hole and she remained fixed in her contact with my cock.
"She turned to me triumphantly, smiling as if to say, 'I told you so.' I shook my head, unable to express my feelings. 'You liked it, huh?' she asked.
"I loved it ... loved it. I could have gone on for hours like that, if it hadn't been for my coming.'
"No weakening of your cock? You never felt like you were going to fall out like you did from my pussy?'
"Never,' I said, 'I always felt in complete control of the situation. It was so beautifully stiff inside your ass that I was almost worried that I'd have trouble getting it out after it was all over.'
"She'll enjoy it the next time you try to fuck her, whoever your girl is,' Maria predicted.
"I frowned at this. 'I'm not sure. Maybe you like it because you're used to it. Another girl might hate it.'
"No ... just be sure to put some of the cream on. On your cock and in her ass. And, oh, another thing. Give her a couple of heavy drinks before you do it. It will relieve the shock. But Mama Mia! Once she feels your big stiff cock inside her ... once she is really relaxed, she will love it. I know. It will be like a trombone sliding in and out. And each time you slide in and out of her ass, she will love you for it.'
"Really?' I said. Her words were beginning to elate me.
"I tell you the truth,' Maria insisted. 'Please call me. Teacher wants to know if your lesson worked right. If you really learned it right.'
"I shook my head. I was not that sure. True, I had felt different. In control. No longer afraid that I could not handle the situation. I had never once feared that I would falter or lose my erection. But I was still not sure I dared try it on another girl. Maria, a shrewd girl, read my thoughts.
"You come here every night for a week. We do it the same way. Then you will feel much surer of yourself. Okay?'
"Okay,' I said.
"The week went by delightfully. Each night with Maria seemed incredibly better than the last had been. I enjoyed the ass fucking enormously. But better than that, as the week drew to a close, I felt very different myself. I developed a confidence in my ability that I did not have earlier. Not that I was a great lover or anything so stupid. But I could hear Maria's sighs and groans of delight as my cock thrilled her. Whenever my cock thrust itself deep into her and kept going in and out, her breathing pattern changed. She was so pleased that one night she refused to take any money from me, being content instead to accept a good dinner.
"By the time I called Ginny again at her office, I felt so confident that I really did not care whether she accepted a date or not. If she refused, I'd try another girl.
"To my surprise and pleasure, she accepted with alacrity. It turned out that she had felt guilty herself for the way the evening had gone. She told me about it sheepishly at the restaurant.
"I kept thinking ... well, maybe it was my fault, after all. You were making love to a girl for the first time. You could have been nervous. Upset about something. Maybe if I had simply waited with you for an hour or so everything would have gone okay. But I kept bitching because you had gone soft. I was being selfish.'
"You weren't being selfish,' I told her. 'I let you down and you were right. But this time I won't go soft inside you. I promise.'
"Three hours later, after a nice dinner, we went back to her apartment. She was patently nervous about starting the lovemaking and tried to postpone it with drinks and music. I could see she was anxious to avoid another fumble and I was pleased. But now I felt sure I could make out. After two drinks I acted.
"Darling, do you want to ball or don't you?' I asked finally, putting down the drink she had offered. 'I'm so eager to get into you I can hardly stand it.'
"She looked at me, frightened, and then nodded. We went into her bedroom and undressed slowly. When we were both naked, I kissed her lovely breasts and sucked her cunt for a few minutes. Then I handed her my cock and asked her to feel it.
"How wonderfully hard it is,' she said laughing.
"She lay on the bed on her back, spread-eagled. I asked her to wait and lie there with her eyes closed. A moment later I came back with a small jar of cream. Turning her over, I began to cream her ass, moving the cream into every nook and cranny of her lovely bottom and finally around her asshole.
"Oho-ho!' she said laughing.
"Oho-ho!' I mimicked, just as loud.
"Now I creamed my own cock carefully and when it was as smooth as I could make it, as lubricated as it could possibly be, I inserted the tip slowly into her ass. She braced herself for the onslaught. But she did not groan or cry out in pain. What she did do was to hold her breath until I could push my cock in a little more.
"Then I heard the breath go out of her mouth in obvious relief. It was not going to be a disaster after all. I pumped slowly, lovingly. Stopping, if I felt too much resistance or saw her wince.
"You're right, darling,' she said. 'It's not going to go soft.'
"How does it feel in your asshole?'
"Oh, fantastic. I never knew it could be like this. Don't, please, stop.'
"Slowly she began to meet my thrusts, moving warily at first for fear of throwing me out of her asshole, then more boldly. Soon I could feel that she was as caught up in the act as I was. It was overwhelming her and she wanted to keep moving as rapidly as possible.
"When I finally came a few minutes later, she was all sweated up but happy. She turned and kissed me gratefully.
"You like it, darling?' I asked.
"Oh wonderful. Let's do it again, later, darling. Only just give me time to recover. It's ... it's a little overwhelming.'
"Fine,' I said. 'You just go take a little nap, okay? I've got a phone call to make.'
"I waited till she closed her eyes and walked to the other room. Quickly I dialed Maria's number.
"Hi Maria,' I said, grinning into the phone, 'I just finished playing a wonderful sliding trombone concert. And the audience enjoyed it enormously.'
"I heard her laugh. 'Was it really that good, dear.'
"Fantastic. So good I've been asked to give an encore.
CHAPTER FOUR: Love Comes in Odd Shades
"The female buttocks have always fascinated me, even more than the breasts. I can remember looking through a book of paintings when I was in high school, and the Rubens paintings, with the plump asses, interested me more than those which displayed voluptuous tits. I would sit for hours in the library, looking through books of paintings, searching out the most bulbous rumps, which ex-cited me.
"I remember once, when the library was fairly void of any students, jacking off in my pants while looking at one of these paintings. I spent a hell of a lot of time playing with myself in the library while staring at these fat asses. There was a coffee shop I stopped in quite frequently because one of the waitresses had a large ass, and I would sit there sipping coffee, staring at her ass as she walked about in back of the counter. I had fantasies of sticking my finger up her rectum, or walking up in back of her while she was nude and pressing my prick into her crack.
"Now that I am twenty-two, and have had many girls, I know that my original fixation with asses was a clue to what I would find enjoyable later in life. I've fucked a lot of broads, and the ones that were best were those I fucked in the ass. There was Marie. I can remember how scared I was to even consider dating her. But she was so aggressive that I could hardly not ask her out. I met Marie at a party given by my roommate. He came from a wealthy family and knew kids my age from different social strata.
"In her jump suit, Marie was a broad with the kind of ass I used to dream about fucking. That suit fit her like it was painted on, showing every curve in her body, and especially her voluptuous ass. Every time she got near me it was a struggle to keep my hands to myself.
"I was on the sofa, talking with one of the homelier girls, when Marie wandered over, sipping on her punch. She moved her ass sideways and swung in beside me. She pretended to listen with great interest and occasionally smiled. When there was a pause in the conversation she interjected something and then introduced herself to the both of us.
"The other girl excused herself to get more punch as Marie occupied my attention. I suggested that we go out on the balcony for some fresh air. As she led the way, her ass whipped back and forth, making my mouth almost water. We chit-chatted for a while and then I asked her out for the following weekend. She accepted readily and sipped from her glass, flirting with me over the edge of the rose-colored vessel.
"We went to a dance and then to a fancy restaurant for our date. Afterwards I said, 'Would you like to nightcap it at my place or at Benny's?' Benny's is the hangout for the young crowd. She didn't hesitate a moment as she said, 'Why not relax in a bachelor pad?'
"When we arrived, my roommate, Larry, was just hitting the sack. He said his hellos and good-byes and closed the door to his room, leaving Marie and me to ourselves. She wasn't disturbed one way or another that Larry was home.
"I poured us some screwdrivers and we relaxed on the big pillows on the floor. She lay on her tummy, exposing that firm ass which jutted upward, tantalizing me. Tonight she was wearing a plain cotton dress with a princess waist stopped abruptly as her voluptuous ass pressed through the skirt of the dress.
"I leaned near and kissed her cheek. She turned more toward me, giving me her lips which I quickly took into my mouth. We kissed over and over, licking and sucking on each other's lips and tongue. I placed my drink down and rested one hand on her lovely ass. She didn't move. I had her approval to continue my advances.
"I looked at her long black hair admiringly as I continued to pet her spongy ass. She set her drink down and encircled my neck. I drew her to me r hard, slipping my tongue into her mouth with hungry passion. Marie returned my ardor by sucking longingly on my tongue. My hand continued to caress her ass, over one mound and then the other.
"If there was one girl I was going to fuck in the ass, this would be her. She had the perfect ass: wide, high, and firm. I was getting hotter and hotter as my hands fondled her lovely butt. Marie's breathing became very heavy, as did mine. My prick was hard as a rock, throbbing in my pants, crying to get out and into a hot wet female.
"I slipped my hand under her dress, caressing her full smooth thighs, and up to her panties. She let out a moan of pleasure as my hand met her crack. She raised her ass to meet my fingers with a stronger contact. My fingers pressing into the crack through her panties, I kissed her so hard I thought her lips would bleed. I was rubbing my prick against her leg as she moaned and writhed on the floor.
"There was nothing else to do but get those panties off. Neither of us could take any more fore-play. We had reached the point of no turning back, of demanding mutual satisfaction, that desperate feeling men and women get when passion has reached its uncontrollable heights.
"Tenderly I slipped my fingers under the elastic of Marie's panties and pulled them down gently. She raised her hips off the floor to assist, and the panties came down off her hips, catching for a moment at the bottom of her cheeks. With one deft pull they came loose and slid down around her ankles. She was unabashedly naked now.
"Marie pressed her body to me, flattening her hot breasts against my chest. I grabbed her ass with fiery passion and yanked her body to mine, squeezing those full lovely white cheeks. I was so enthralled with her hips and ass I could hardly find the time to think of removing my own pants. The beauty of her round ass cheeks captured my passion so that I didn't want to lose contact with her spongy flesh for a moment.
"Marie pulled herself to me even closer, pressing her pussy against my hard on. 'Give me your flesh,' she pleaded. 'Give me your hard prick. Let me feel your prick in me. Oh, give me your big, thick prick!'
"Her sex talk excited me more. I quickly removed my slacks and pounced on her ass, pressing my full weight onto her sexy body. She moaned as her hips rocked back and forth beneath me. Her fleshy ass pressed against my prick and I was in heaven.
"I kissed the nape of her neck and she moaned. 'Oh, give me your beautiful prick,' she whined. Marie was ready for fucking, but I wasn't about to rush anything. I wanted this to last as long as I could make it last. She was the first girl who allowed me to play with her ass exclusively without demanding other caresses, and I was going to take full advantage of the opportunity. Her ass was so beautiful, I could have rubbed and squeezed it for hours.
"I reached under the sofa with an outstretched hand. There was a small tube of lubricant which was kept hidden in the undercloth of the sofa for occasions like this. Marie's eyes were closed, enjoying the sensations of my prick between her cheeks, so she did not see what I was doing.
"With one hand I removed the cap of the tube and squeezed out an inch of jelly and placed it in her warm crack. As my finger spread the slippery stuff into her flesh, Marie raised her ass, moving it in circles as though fucking my finger.
"I lay back down on her and my prick slipped into the crack, massaging the insides of her plump cheeks. My prick hardened more as she let out louder moans and cries of passion.
"Oh, Christ!' she pleaded, 'give me your body! Give me your good prick! Oh, stick it in! Give it to me! I want your big prick in me! Just give me your good prick ... please!'
"Her pleading raised my lust to the point where I could no longer contain myself. I got on my knees and gripped her hips in my firm hands, pulling her upwards. She rose to her knees, ass protruding towards me. It was as if she offered herself to me with no conditions; she was mine to do with as I pleased. I loved her complete submissiveness, the totality of her passion and offering.
"I looked down at those beautiful mounds and carefully positioned my hard prick up and down, caressing the inner walls of her cheeks, brushing against her anus each time my prick made its pass upward and downward.
"She moaned repeatedly and weaved back and forth. Her sexy movements of acceptance and desire aroused me further. Her swaying and moaning were beautifully felt in the depths of my groin, raising my desire to higher peaks of lust. I was anxious now, desperate to feel the mysterious thrill that awaited me when my throbbing prick found its home in her sensuous body.
"I kept poking her anus with a rhythm we instinctively developed as my prick continued its exploring. With each jab, Marie's ass moved back to meet my throbbing prick, to make firmer contact, I to feel the head of my hard on press her deeper.
"I needed to feel her surround my prick now. There was no more time for teasing. I held my swollen prick steady and pressed it against her | little tight hole, then eased it into the opening. ' Marie let out a squeal of delight. Looking down at her plump ass was beautiful, her broad ass filled me with glorious feelings of sex. The picture of those full mounds of flesh were tantalizing.
"As I pushed my prick deeper into her hot body, I could feel my prick respond by getting harder, more urgent. She moved her hips back to allow more of my organ to penetrate her flesh, to be swallowed up in her hungry body. Marie's tight ass felt wonderful as it pressed my prick firmly with its smooth walls. She moaned and swayed her ass in my hands.
"I kept staring down at the crack, taking in the sensuous outlines of her wide hips. I found that looking at her ass, examining every curve, feeling her smooth skin, and squeezing the spongy flesh was every bit as sexy as fucking from the front, if not more so.
"I reached around to the front of her body and fingered Marie's clitoris. She moaned loudly and kept making fuck movements back and forth, ramming my prick deeper and deeper into her warm tight ass. She was enjoying ass fucking as much as I. My wet fingers kept flicking her sex button back and forth as she swayed rhythmically, as if to unheard music which coaxed us on to dance out our lust, our bodies united as one.
"Oh, that feels so good, Bobby,' she whispered hoarsely. 'Ohhhhhhh God that feels so gooooood! Oh, Jesus! Do you have a prick! Oh-h-h, my God, you're beautiful!'
"I removed my hand from her pussy and again clenched the fleshy sides of her hips, using them as handles to control the movement of her ass, to help bring her body to me hard, plunging my prick into her again and again. Each time I rammed, the touch .of her spongy ass hitting my pelvic bone served to excite me more. I loved the feel of her voluptuousness banging against me. It was not like ordinary fucking-this was sensuous in a different way. The sight of her ass always in view, its pounding against my body, the firm but deep fleshiness of her cheeks coming into contact with my body, all of this made my head spin with wild sexuality.
"I was now gripping her hip flesh with an undeniably lustful vengeance. I wanted to plunge my fingers deep into her voluptuousness, to dig my fingers through her sexy flesh if I could. I was banging her ass to me faster and faster, ramming my stiff prick up, up, up. I was emitting animal groans of satisfaction as my prick plunged deep into her ass. Marie's body was weaving in a circular motion, trying to fight against my firm grip. This excited me further. I enjoyed her enthusiasm as she desperately tried to get my prick deeper and deeper into her wanton body.
"Then, as if my hands had become suddenly oversensitive, I found that her flesh felt more sexual. My prick grew and swelled. I pounded in for one last thrust, spurting my come deep into her hot ass. She jerked her sweet ass from side to side, back and forth, not knowing which way to get more contact from the bar of flesh up her ass. Marie moaned over and over, rocking her sexy little body like a child in its crib at bedtime. She had found peace and exquisite satisfaction as I did a moment before.
"I guess the thing that fascinates me about ass fucking is the opportunity of having an ass to look at. It's great to fuck an ass, and at the same time to be able to see it, to admire the lovely curves and softness, the smooth skin texture and coloring. Some guys have a thing for tits, well, I guess I have a thing for asses.
"No, I don't find the orgasm to be as intense as when fucking a cunt, but I do find ass fucking more fulfilling. If that sounds paradoxical, it really isn't. I mean, you can have an intense orgasm from jacking off or some other stimulation, but that doesn't mean that it is satisfying to your whole being, to your soul. But fucking a girl in the ass really satisfies my every desire. When I'm through, I'm really satisfied."
Robert L. is a true buttock fetishist. Exactly how a person at a young age becomes completely fixated on either an object or a part of the body is difficult to ascertain. Only a person who truly wants the help of a psychoanalyst can become cured of this condition. One thing is sure, at one time or another in his young life, Robert must have had very pleasurable and rewarding sensations which in his mind were connected with buttocks. Whoever the person was whose buttocks were associated in the infant's mind with the pleasure sensations does not necessarily have to have been the possessor of an ample behind. To an infant everything appears huge.
It seems that Robert was not dissatisfied with his fixation. On the contrary, he reinforced his early imprint deliberately by going to the library to look through the books with paintings of nude and voluptuous women, taking delight in the ample bottoms painted by the 17th century Dutch and Flemish masters.
Of course, Robert's affliction can hardly be said to be abnormal. There are many societies, notably in Africa, the Near East and in Eastern Europe where heavy women are considered to be beautiful. When the late King of Egypt divorced his wife, a Persian princess, to marry a beauty queen, the young lady of his choice was about twice the weight of the Miss America contest winner of that year. And the king was not alone in his taste for heavy women.
Robert never achieved a true, and considered normal and desirable for obvious reasons, fixation on the female vagina. For him, the buttocks and the anus were the main objects of his erotic arousal.
Of course, in heterosexual analism, penetration is not necessary. The anus is an erogenous zone and as such only very inhibited people do not experience pleasurable sensations when the anal region is stimulated. Doctors, and nurses in hospitals, can testify to the fact that many people look eagerly forward to enemas, even when there is no longer a direct medical need for them.
Despite the fact that analism, and even anal intercourse, is harmless when the proper precautions are taken, the harsh fact remains that anal intercourse is against the law. The penalties can be severe. In most states the word sodomy is used to connote both anal intercourse and bestiality. In a few states it is referred to as "crimes against nature." Quoted from the California Penal Code:
286. Penalty for Crime Against Nature. Every person who is guilty of the infamous crime against nature, committed with mankind or any animal, is punishable by imprisonment in the state prison not less than one nor more than ten years ... Any sexual penetration, however slight, is sufficient to complete the crime against nature.
Depending upon the prejudices of a given region, the penalties for sodomy vary greatly in many of the states. Though sodomy is generally understood in the medical profession to entail anal penetration by the penis, the lawmakers have seen fit to include almost any deviation from what is considered to be normal. Some states employ the word buggery, derived from Bulgar. During the Middle Ages a Bulgarian heretical sect was accused by the Church of practicing sodomy, a sure-fire way to incur the death penalty and everlasting suffering thereafter.
Included in the sodomy statutes are, in one state or another-confusion is rampant-carnal knowledge by or with the mouth of man by man, of man by woman, of woman by man and of woman by woman. Aside from sexual intercourse with a dead body (necrophilia), the sodomy statutes of most states include carnal knowledge by the anus of man by man, of woman by man, of any animal or bird by man and of any animal or bird by woman. Then there are states prohibiting masturbation or mutual masturbation and they call that, too, sodomy.
Some state legislatures apparently are more shocked by aberrant sexual behavior than others, and the result is that the penalties for indulging in-sodomy and other crimes against nature vary widely from state to state. In all cases, only penetration or carnal knowledge have to be proven, the lawmakers are not interested whether or not orgasm has been achieved. Both partners in the act of sodomy are equally guilty. Excepted from equal guilt and equal punishment are children and minors, imbeciles, persons forced into the act, or those who are seduced while intoxicated or in a state of sleep. Fortunately, no case has come to our attention since the 18th century where an animal has been condemned to death.
In Sex-Life and the Criminal Law by John Roeburt, published in 1963, the penalties for sodomy in the United Sates were compiled. There are only a few states, Illinois and New York which between then and now have liberalized their laws. One state, Arizona, increased the penalty for sodomy in 1951. We note that the crime of sodomy can be committed, according to the law, in the privacy of their home by married couples! Mr. Roeburt writes:
A study of sodomy statutes in the American states exposes the myopia and irrationality of legislators, and the disorganized state of sex laws generally. Laws mainly operate in a vacuum of legality. The crime is the focus; the medical-pathological base of particular crimes is either overlooked or denied. A few states, like Pennsylvania, Oregon, Wyoming and Utah, in a nod to the 20th Century, acknowledge medical forensics and require some psychiatric examination of the sodomist. Wisconsin's statute 7-348 to 362, suggests to the court a "discretionary pre-sentence mental examination and treatment."
Statutes are in wide divergence; one contradicts the other, out-shouts the other. The convicted sodomist in New York (the act committed with a consenting respondent of legal age) is subject to a maximum sentence of one year. The courts of Georgia and Nevada are empowered to impose a sentence of life imprisonment. Convicted sodomists get three years in both Virginias and in Delaware. Ohio extracts twenty years, Connecticut a maximum of thirty years, while North Carolina can engorge its victim for virtually all of his life (sixty years).
"I guess I've never been too much of a breast man. As I mentioned earlier, my memories of sexual attraction have always been centered on women's behinds. The size of their tits never seemed to matter, but the size and shape of their asses did.
"There is something not only sexual about a woman's ass, but also esthetic. The roundness and beauty of curves, the graceful way the cheeks are molded and meet at the crack. When you stop to consider the detailed attention that painters and sculptors give to the asses of the females in their works, as opposed to the over-simplification of busts, you begin to realize that fascination with the female buttocks is not so different.
"Breasts and asses have something in common artistically: they represent the dome-shaped things that man has always had a fascination for. You can see it in the architecture of buildings, particularly in such buildings as our state capitols. It's not just the breast, but also the ass which is represented by these shapes.
"Hell, I'll take a plump ass woman over a big busted one every time. When a woman lies down to get fucked, those tits lose their shape and appeal. But an ass always stays just as firm and round whether she stands up or lays down, whether a girl stoops or kneels in front of you. There is still that ass which protrudes, beckoning your hands to cup it, to pat the cheeks and squeeze the soft flesh. You can't do that with tits all the time.
"And you can't fuck tits. But you can sure fuck an ass. You can fuck it and watch it move, and admire the shape and movements of the jelly-like plumpness as she wiggles in your hands. That's exciting, too. So, you see, there's a lot to be said for ass fucking. I think the thing that intrigues me most is the fact that I can actually watch the fucking. It's the view of entering the sexy crack of a woman's flesh. I just love to watch her ass as she moves or just remains quiet, letting me maneuver her to and fro.
"And you can fuck in practically any position. It's pretty hard to fuck a girl standing up, but if you fuck her in the ass it's simple. And again, you have all that sexy flesh that comes in contact with you everytime you bang it in. You can bounce off her ass whether she's standing, sitting, or what have you.
"I like to fuck a big-titted woman standing up. When I do it that way, I can reach around and play with her tits at the same time. My mind doesn't see them as tits, but as fleshy cheeks of her ass. So what I'm doing is fucking an ass and feeling one also.
"I dated a chick that I met in a bar. I was attracted to her by her ass-nothing else. I could see she had a full bottom from the form in her slacks as she sat on the bar stool.
"I walked up and offered to buy her a drink, and the next thing you know we were in my car driving to her pad. She lived on the second floor, and as we walked up the stairs I cupped my hand under her ass and she stopped dead, turned around and said, 'If you're an ass man I've got a lot of it for you.'
"That was one of the best fucks I ever had. My prick fit so smoothly into her it was like gliding into heaven. And with each stroke she squeezed her anus to put pressure on my prick. She was a real sexpot, that one was. She knew every trick in the book.
"I fucked her while I stood on the floor and she knelt on the bed. While I plumbed her, she played with her clitoris, and man, you should have seen her come. Jesus! That ass wiggled all over the bed. She sure gave me a ride!
"Another woman, who actually wanted to be fucked in the ass, was a gal about thirty-five years old. She was separated from her husband and didn't want to take a chance on getting pregnant, so she insisted that she get fucked in the ass.
"She had a nice two-bedroom house with a wet bar. We had a couple of drinks and then she just started stripping in the middle of the living room.
"Come on,' she said, 'let's skip the preliminaries and get down to the real thing.'
"She grabbed my hand and led me into the bedroom. After a few kisses she started to undress me. Man, was she the hot one.
"I'm telling you right now,' she said, crawling onto the bed like a cat, 'you can't fuck me in the vagina because I have to be careful not to get pregnant. But if you don't mind something different, you go in the back way.'
"If I didn't mind! She should only know.
"She reached over to the end table, opened the top drawer and removed a small jar. Opening it slowly, she reached two fingers in and scooped out some cream.
"Come over here, beauty,' she said, looking at my semihard on. I walked to her and she delicately spread the cream over my prick.
"She then lay flat on her tummy. 'You can chew on my ass for a while before you do anything. I like to have my ass played with,' she said.
"I lay down beside her, cupping those two luscious mounds of sexiness in my hands. I began sucking on the rim of flesh that begins at the top of the ass and nibbled down to her thighs. She moaned and wriggled her slim hips.
"I bit gently and chewed on her spongy flesh as she writhed and slithered beneath my hands and mouth. Her moans of ecstasy and movements excited me more and more. I raised myself onto her and began pumping my stiff prick into her cheeks.
"Ooooh, that's good,' she cooed. 'Your prick feels just fine in there. Let me get up and you can put it in.'
"She raised up on her knees, pushing her round ass toward me, high up in the air.
"I held my prick at the base and led it into her anus as she moaned louder.
"Put it all the way in, honey,' she whispered, pushing her ass even higher.
"I grabbed her hips and lunged forward, plunging my swollen rod to the hilt. She let out a scream of joy as she pushed her ass against me harder.
"Oh, pump it, baby,' she wailed. 'Pump me good. Oh, you fill me up so good!'
"She was a small woman and I could really control her hips. I swung her against me and pulled her away, moving her ass in a circle. She never stopped wailing from that moment on.
"Her hand was between her pussy lips, playing with her clitoris. She must have come six times before I finally shot my load. That was one wild ass.
"Of course I have gone out with some gals who didn't dig the Greek way, but not many. For some it was the first time, others had done it many times.
"It's kind of strange, you know, that women, having the same equipment, don't like certain things just because society says they should like or not like those things. Everybody's anus is excitable, but if you get taught that it is not nice or perverted, then you don't engage in that kind of sex. It's stupid.
"I can understand a girl wanting to get fucked in her vagina because it feels good, but I can't understand why she wouldn't even want to try to enjoy it any other way. But I suppose that's what happens because of our fucked up value system.
"I had one girl, about eighteen or so, who never had sex except by having a man put his prick in her vagina. She never went down on anybody and no one went down on her. She was scared that there was something terribly wrong with her if she ever did anything different.
"There we were, drinking in the nude in her apartment, and talking about sex instead of doing it. I was trying to convince her that she had puritan views, and what she thought sex was and what it really is were two different things.
"Christ, I must've talked for an hour and a half. I don't know if it was the booze or my charm, but after ninety minutes of discussion, she finally decided to try something different. You know something? I went down on her and she came so hard she fainted for the first time in her life.
"From then on she wanted to know what other things she had been missing out on. Naturally, I introduced her to anal screwing. At first I played with her clitoris while we fucked, but as time went on, and I was able to break down her inhibitions, I got her to play with it herself.
"She made a mighty fine lover. It was almost like breaking in a virgin and having her want you all to herself because of the sexual attachment. Man, she wouldn't stop calling my apartment for weeks. I finally had to break it up-she was getting too possessive and ruining things with my other chicks.
"One of the finest lovers I have ever had, and one with the most bulbous, voluptuous ass it has been my experience to caress and fuck, was a girl I met at a bus stop.
"It happened in one of those crazy unexpected ways. I had just gotten off the bus from work and there was this woman with long red hair standing, apparently waiting for a different bus. As I turned to walk away, she fixed her eyes on me with an almost hypnotic gaze. I stopped momentarily, thinking that possibly she was a friend I did not recognize at first glance.
"But I did not recognize her as anyone I knew. However, she continued to gaze into my eyes, her lips upturned in a Mona Lisa smile. It gave me the damndest, oddest feeling. I walked several steps toward my apartment, stopped for a second, turned around to find that she was still staring at me!
"I scratched my head, not quite knowing what to make of this, and strolled back to her to find out what her game was.
"As I approached her she broke into a full smile, a sensuous but shy parting of the lips. 'Do I know you?' I asked, in all innocence.
"She giggled and said, still looking at me with that penetrating gaze, 'I don't think so.'
"It finally dawned on me that she was making a pickup. It throws you a little when a girl tries to pick you up on the street in such an unexpected way.
"I laughed uncomfortably and scanned her form. She wore a well-tailored suit which hid most of her womanly curves, but there was a strong vibration of sexuality emanating from her. Her sparkling blue-green eyes gave an aura of confidence, and yet I sensed an inner shyness, a passivity which was well under control.
"I have to admit that I was thrown off by the unusual situation. She was picking me up in a most extraordinary manner. Her whole bearing was mysterious and yet novel. She said nothing, made no strong overtures-such as 'Hi there,' or 'Do you have a match?' She merely fixed her gaze on me and continued to stare, waiting for me to respond. She was definitely discreet and well-contained.
"She continued to enjoy my uncomfortable feeling of uncertainty. She giggled again and crossed her feet, making a little girl picture.
"She had made her pitch and was waiting for me to do my part,
"My name is Bobby,' I offered, 'what's yours?'
"Catherine,' she said, still looking into my eyes with that amused but wanton smile.
"Do you come by here often?' I asked, trying to determine if she lived in the area or was just 'passing through.'
"Yes,' she said, glancing at my mouth.
"I'm busy this evening,' I said, 'but I would like to see you again. May I have your phone number?'
"She closed her lips, sucking in her cheeks, which gave the impression of cockiness and conceit.
"Mm-mm,' she muttered, opening her purse. She took out a pencil and a small piece of paper and wrote a number on it. As she handed it to me she said, 'Please call me.'
"I looked at the phone number for a moment and said, 'I will. I hope this is for real.'
"It is,' she assured me 'Why don't you call me tomorrow at seven. I'll be home.'
"I called the number the next night at exactly seven. A woman's voice answered and I verified that it was Catherine. She asked if I was free tonight and when I said that I was, I immediately asked her if I could see her. She invited me up to her place after I explained the complication of having a roommate. Larry had worked that evening to get out for the next day, so I couldn't have any broads over.
"She met me at the door of her apartment wearing a sheer floor-length nightie. I took one look at her beautiful figure through the translucent material and my prick began to grow.
"We didn't speak a word. I entered the apartment, she closed the door and leaned against it, allowing me to admire her body. Her expression was so feminine and inviting-that combination of smile and lust on her lips. I took her into my arms, hands resting on the most voluptuous round ass I had ever felt. She had breasts to match: full, protruding, and amazingly hard.
"She just melted in my arms as we kissed like long-lost lovers. There was a chemistry that I have only found in maybe three other girls. I could tell this was going to be one of the most intensely passionate nights of my life.
"I caressed her full buttocks, moving the sheer nighty up and down over her cheeks. It was velvety smooth and delicious. She moaned softly into my mouth, moving her hips ever so slightly, swaying imperceptibly in my hands as they rubbed her full mounds lightly, touching all the curves.
"I felt one of her hands on my fly, gently unzipping my pants. Long, delicate fingers reached in and pulled out my prick, moving the skin back and forth slowly, and lovingly. I shifted my body slightly, and reached up with one hand, cupping a large tit.
"She leaned against my hand pressing her tit against it, urging me to squeeze and caress it.
"With one hand on her ass and the other on her hard voluptuous breast, we continued our long, passionate kiss. My head was swimming with sexual desire. She made me feel like a vibrant sexual animal.
"Our lips finally parted as I urged her with my hand against her ass to move, to walk across the room and into the bedroom. We strolled slowly, her hand squeezing my hot prick and my hand rubbing her large curvaceous ass.
"We reached the foot of the bed and I pulled the bow which held the belt around her nighty. The nighty fell open, revealing the most beautiful complexion. She was milk white, with soft patches of pink here and there. Catherine's skin was smooth and flawless. As I took her again in my arms, I slipped the nighty off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
"The feel of her skin was almost as sexy as her curves. She must have powdered her entire body because my hands glided over her like silk.
"We sat on the edge of the bed and resumed our wet kisses. My hand went to her large protruding breast as her hand again found my stiff prick. She moved the loose skin up and down slowly, affectionately jerking my cock back and forth.
"We licked each other's lips and sucked on them hungrily. We found various combinations of lip and tongue caresses. I gently pushed her back onto the bed and, gripping her breast firmly, sucked hungrily on the large nipple and areola.
"She squirmed and emitted short cries of pleasure. My excitement mounted as I squeezed and sucked on that hard, big protruding tit. It was massive and firm like the cheeks of her ass.
"With my other hand I petted her pussy hairs, lightly at first, then with increased pressure until my fingers were dipping into the wetness of her fleshy lips, slipping up and down them, gliding smoothly on a film of sex fluid.
"One finger slipped into her vagina, so easily and effortlessly because of her copious sex juices. Catherine's legs spread wide, inviting me to enter further. I pushed my finger deeper until I touched the back wall of her pussy. She moaned and swayed her body. We both were sailing on a thick cloud of passion-sexually excited bodies loving each other's touches.
"As my finger slipped in and out of her love hole, my thumb moved onto her clitoris, gliding back and forth, flipping that hard knob of flesh until Catherine writhed in total ecstasy.
"From the time I entered her apartment we had not said one word. Our communication was sexual, exclusively touch and visual. There was an animal attraction which was overpowering, negating any necessity for verbal exchanges.
"Her hand pumped more vigorously on my dick, jerking it desperately-the urgent signal that she wanted it in her body. But I was not satisfied yet, I needed to explore and enjoy more of her sensuous flesh.
"I lowered my head to her silken pubic hairs, breathing hot air over her pussy area. She moaned softly, raising her hips in a pleading gesture to get closer to my mouth.
"Gently, ever so gently, I placed my tongue into the wet lips of her excited pussy lips and licked the insides of them with the same ardor as I had done with her lips and tongue. My tongue felt along the entire crack, exploring every crevice, lapping hungrily at this fleshy mound of womanliness.
"Catherine's moans grew louder, more urgent as she pressed her sex into my face. I licked her clitoris hard, sucking that little piece of fiery sex into my mouth. Her hips raised off the mattress as she whimpered her delight into the darkened air.
"She was so passionate, so utterly heightened by this stimulation that I thought it best not to continue, lest she have an orgasm before I had penetrated that marvelous sex. I discontinued the oral stimulation and hunched over her sensuous form, allowing my prick to rest on her pussy.
"As Catherine pumped her hips upward, trying to grasp at my organ, I began poking it with short jabs, teasing her open lips with my swollen prick. Then, as if answering both our desires, I pushed in slowly, sliding in on her velvety sex juices, gliding- my prick into the inner chambers of her most intimate part.
"She spread her legs wider and my hard prick went clear to the back of her hot vagina. I pumped slowly, carefully hitting the back of her pussy gently, then giving an extra shove, as if trying to poke her hole and make it longer. She raised her hips, swiveling them in mad spasms of joy.
"Just as I thought I was about to come, I pulled out. My prick was sopping from her passion fluids. Her sex juices flowed and trickled down between her ass cheeks, lubricating the entire area from the top of her lips to the crack in her gorgeous ass."
"I held her by the hip bones and firmly turned her over. Immediately, I spread her plump cheeks and plunged my tongue into her anus. She squealed with delight and moaned loudly. I licked her anus, making small circles with my tongue, then biting lightly on the area just around the hole.
"Catherine pumped her ass up and down, crying for satisfaction. But I still wanted to enjoy more of her virgin-like ass. I sucked in a mouthful of the spongy flesh and chewed on it with lustful bites. She whispered and gave little cries of pain-pleasure. I sucked all around her large ass, trying to mouth the mammoth mounds.
"I had had enough play and now wanted to probe the inner secrets of her anus. I pulled up her hips, touching my prick against her anus to let her know that that is where my prick wanted to be, and she enthusiastically cooperated by suddenly thrusting those large mounds of ass cheeks against my prick, causing the head to enter the tight little muscle at the opening.
"I got a firm hold on her hips and began pumping like mad, thrusting my swollen organ deep into the recesses of her hot, tight rectum. Her cries of joy and passion brought my own excitement to new heights, and I moved with greater strength. Tenderness was gone, the loving caresses no longer seemed adequate. A violent animal lust came over me and I rammed my prick into her with force and madness.
"She responded likewise, with violent movements of her ass, swinging it in abandonment, forcing it at me, jerking it left and right, thrashing about as my prick filled her very insides. We were lost in complete lust, the kind of madness which knows only one objective-to continue until an orgasm of such unbearable intensity results that the heavens would blow apart.
"Then it happened. She yelled and screamed into the mattress. Her ass flailed in all directions, whipping my prick around and around inside of her contracting asshole. With one last plunge I exploded like a cannon, shooting what seemed like gallons of come into her convulsing body.
"We collapsed onto the bed, panting like race horses after a ten lap stretch. We fell fast asleep and awoke hours later, in the mid-morning. I kissed her lips, her cheeks, her neck, then arose and got dressed. Catherine continued to sleep as I left for my apartment. I would have stayed, but it was a week day, I had to go to work.
"For the next three days I felt like molten wax. She really took the stuffing's out of me. One night with Catherine and I was depleted for almost a week. She told me she felt the same when I called her the day after. We sure had something going between us. God, that girl could fuck-with or without her ass!
"We went sort of steady for a couple of months. Neither of us thought it would be possible to ever find another person who could arouse such sexuality in us. There was a chemistry you wouldn't believe. We couldn't be together for more than a few minutes before one of us would get hot pants and off to bed we'd go.
"But, like all good things, our relationship came to a sad but mutually agreeable end. She wanted to be fucked in her vagina and I wanted to fuck her in the ass. We gave in to each other's desires, of course, but after a while the relationship got strained.
"I expressed my desire for anal intercourse, and she was willing to go along with it most of the time, but then Catherine expressed her desires for vaginal intercourse. It got to be a hassle after a while.
"If I ever get married I'll have to make goddamn sure the girl I marry likes to have anal intercourse exclusively. I've met several gals who do like it, and enjoy having it that way more often than the regular way, but they just didn't have it upstairs as far as being a wife is concerned.
"So, one of these days, I'll meet the right combination; some chick who likes getting it in the ass and who I can have a good marital relationship with. I'm in no hurry, though. Hell, I'm still young and I get all the ass I need."
CHAPTER FIVE: The Lousiest Aim in the West
"Take a ride along Sunset Boulevard sometime. You'll see a lot of signs that are bound to turn you on. They do me anyway. 'Rita and Rick DO IT on stage!' 'Live Sex Acts: Every Night: Clark and Cleo.' Or some such shit like that. It's a common thing now, right? A couple fucking on stage.
"But when I got into it, back about three years ago, me and my partner-a girl named Sandra- were about the only people around. And of course we didn't do our performing in any public night club. We were 'for rent' for 'special' occasions.
"But suddenly it got to be 'legal,' so instead of a hobby that picked up a few extra bucks on the side for me and Sandy, we now had a new full-flown vocation.
"I was contacted by this real greasy guy who was adding live sex acts to his club. We talked and he hired both of us. So I quit that rotten job I had with the telephone company. The only good thing about that job was the pussy you ran into every once in a while when you were installing the phone. But that's another story, and not a very interesting one.
"Sandy and me are both exhibitionists. Or we were anyway. Sandy's a straight lady now, married to some square character who fucks her in the dark every other Thursday night. But that's her problem. She wanted to be 'normal.'
"But I'm getting way ahead of my story. Like I said, Sandy and me were both exhibitionists. We got more of a kick out of being watched, and the reaction we caused in the watchers, than from the fuck itself. Do you understand what I mean?
"Like, Sandy and me lived together but we didn't fuck at home nearly at all. We'd go weeks sometimes before we had an 'occasion' to perform at. Then we'd fuck like hell. But at home, it was a drag.
"So when we got this job, it was like being paid, to eat or something like that. Six nights a week, twice a night, fucking Sandy in front of a whole bunch of people. Women included. And we didn't even have to worry about getting busted. It was paradise.
"But do you know what? It got to be old hat. Not for me, but for the audience. A year after we started, there were a lot of places where you could go and see somebody fucking. It wasn't a big thing at all. And shit, I was still only twenty-six and Sandy twenty-four. We had a lot of miles on us yet, but nowhere really to put them on.
"The manager of the club called us into the office right after the show one night. It had been a lousy crowd. And the few people who were there hadn't paid hardly any attention to us. Like, you know, we were wasting our talents.
"You gotta come up with a new gimmick,' the greaser says. 'Your act ain't worth shit.'
"There's just so much you can do in a fuck act,' I said. But it wasn't much of an argument.
"You got a week to come up with something that'll turn the Johns on,' he says. 'If not, I get a new act.'
"Both Sandy and I nodded, but we were miserable. What in the hell could we add to the act that would be different? A club up the street had two guys and a girl; a club down the street had two girls and one guy. Dogs were out; that was against the law.
"We stayed up all night and wracked our brains. Donkeys? 'Shit no,' Sandy said, and she meant it.
"We considered fucking on a tightrope, but neither of us knew how.
"Finally, about seven o'clock in the morning, while the sun was streaming in on our bed, I turned to Sandy. 'You ever take it up the ass?' I asked. She looked at me sort of funny.
"I think we might have our gimmick,' she says and turns over on her side. She wanted to go to sleep.
"Hey, wake up,' I said and shook her shoulder. 'Answer me. Have you ever had it up the ass?'
"Nope.'
"Okay, baby,' I said. 'Roll over.'
"She argued but she finally rolled over. On her back. 'How do you go about fucking somebody in the ass?' I asked her.
"She thought a minute. 'The same way you fuck regular, I guess,' she answered.
"So I got between her legs. The whole fucking idea of putting my prick up her ass had me turned on. Even if it wasn't in front of people.
"I felt down around her asshole and of course it was dry as hell. I had a little spot of juice on the tip of my cock, but I didn't think that was enough.
"You're dry,' I said to her. She looked at me like I was stupid. 'Of course, I'm dry,' she said. 'Get some kind of cream or something.'
"So I hopped off the bed and went in the bathroom. I came back with some cold cream or shit like that. I got my fingers all smeared up and started wiping it around the crack in her ass. 'Put some inside, stupid,' she says. I hesitated. I hated her when she called me names.
"So I was just a little rough when I stuck my finger up her ass. She yelled like an Indian. 'For Chrissake, that's not a dead piece of meat you're poking,' she said. 'Take it easy.'
"I didn't want to rile her up, so I eased off with the roughness. I put one finger back in her and got her nice and greasy. Then I slipped a second one in, trying to widen that tiny hole a little. She was tight as hell. And that turned me on. The truth is, Sandy's cunt was getting a little sloppy. After all, she was getting it twelve times a week from me, and I ain't small, plus any tricks she picks up at the club. So you know that cunt of hers had to be pretty well used.
"I put the cream down. 'That didn't feel bad at all,' she said. 'In fact it felt pretty good.'
"That was my Sandy for you. She dug just about anything.
"I got back up on the bed and back into position between her legs. This time when I felt around her asshole my finger slid in nice and easy. And Sandy groaned out in pleasure. She'd lost all thought of going to sleep. She was turned on again.
"I kept wondering as I started to press my cock up against her ass why she was enjoying it so much. I mean, what's up a girl's asshole to make getting fucked there feel good? I finally came to the conclusion that in Sandy's case it was just the case of doing something new, weird and freaky.
"I took it real easy at first. After all, I was shoving a lot of meat in that little hole and I didn't want to fuck it up. Hey, that's good. I said I didn't want to fuck it up, but that's what I was really doing, right? Fucking right up that little hole.
"I pressed until the knob of my cock slipped up inside her. Just the knob. She was breathing heavy by this time. 'Christ, it feels like a fucking fence post,' Sandy said.
"Now, I'm pretty big, but believe me, I'm not as big as a fence post. But it was good to hear her say that anyway.
"I pressed again and a couple of inches of my prick slid up into her. 'Jesus,' she groaned. I couldn't tell if she was liking it or not liking it. But to tell you the truth, the whole bit was turning me on so much, I really did not care if she was liking it or not.
"One more good shove and I was up in that ass to the hairs. But with that last shove, Sandy started yelling like a bandit. 'That hurts,' she screamed. 'Take it out!'
"So I took it out. I didn't want to but I did.
"C'mon, baby,' I said to her. 'You're gonna have to cooperate if we're going to get this act in shape.'
"It's not your ass that's getting fucked,' she said, real nasty. Til get my asshole in shape my own way.'
"I didn't know it, but what she said meant I wasn't going to get to fuck her ass that night. Nor the next. I didn't know what she was doing, but she promised to have her ass ready for the opening of the new act on Thursday. That's sort of funny. Her ass was our new gimmick.
"To be honest, I did have an inkling of how she was going about getting that ass in shape. I walked into the bathroom one day when she was in there. She screamed at me to get the hell out-she was always screaming at me-and I did, but not before looking down at her on the John. She had her hand wrapped around one of those big fucking vibrators and she was sticking that thing up her ass to beat the band. I mean, really driving it.
"Well, if that's how she got her kicks, it was okay with me. As long as she was ready for Thursday.
"She was. Ready, I mean. At least she said she was. And believe me, we were both as nervous as cats. It was like we'd never been naked on that stage before.
"The music started and the lights came up. We went on. We always started the act both fully dressed. You know, we sort of made a game of it. Neither of us were fucking dancers or anything like that, so what we did was pretend that we were a regular couple coming home and going into the bedroom. That way we made the customers feel like peeping toms, which turns a hell of a lot of people on.
"I'd looked out in the audience before we started and saw that there were a lot of women out there. That always made me do my best. I really dug fucking in front of women.
"We went through the whole preliminaries. You know, both of us coming into the bedroom, and me falling down on the bed. I just lay there and watched Sandy take her clothes off. She was real good at making a production of it. In fact, it was about the sexiest thing she did. First the shoes, then the stockings. She'd sort of tantalize me with those. You know, let them trail up my body and over my face. It was a turn on.
"Sandy eventually got down to just a little pair of pants and a bra. And then the bra came off. She'd stop then and sort of stare at me. I'd still be on the bed-, playing with my pecker. You know, like a real husband would do watching his wife strip.
"As soon as the bra fell to the floor, Sandy would stand there and sort of cup her hand around her cunt. She still had her pants on, but everybody got the idea. Then she says the only line of dialogue we had in the whole act. Real loud she says, 'Feel like fucking my pussy?'
"Now that, man, always blew the Johns' minds. Hearing her say those words, and the position she was in had a tremendous effect. You could just about hear those guys coming in their pants.
"Without saying anything, I get off the bed. I don't nod or anything. And I get my clothes off real fast. After all, the guys don't want to see me naked. But I do it slow enough and good enough for the gals in the audience to get a kick.
"I pull Sandy real rough to the bed and sort of throw her down. If I did that in real life, Sandy'd kill me. But on stage that gives the Johns an extra thrill. Treat her rough; you know, like they wish they could treat their wives. Real stud. Animal. Right?
"Then I reach down and rip her pants off. Actually, they're cut three-quarters through, where it don't show. Otherwise, I couldn't rip them. Ever try to tear nylon?
"Anyway, the pants are off. And just as a little bit of information, the management pays for two pairs of pants every night. That's part of the contract. Otherwise, we couldn't afford it.
"So we're down to the skin and I've established the fact that I'm boss. Right? Okay. From here on in, it's nothing but fucking. At least in the old act it was. I'd fuck her on her back with her legs on my shoulders, and then wrapped around me so I could short-stroke her real well. And then on her hands and knees, taking it from behind. It was wild, and every night I felt the same way. I was really turned on. Especially when the audience got real quiet and paid close attention to us.
"With the new act, we had the same bit. Only after I got her to her hands and knees, and in a position where everybody in the audience can see real well, I pull my cock out of her pussy. She turns, sees, and begs me to put it back. Damned near cries she wants it so bad. I just stand there like Errol Flynn or somebody like that.
"After she's through with her sob-sister routine, I pushed her back to the hands and knees position. Her ass is all greased and everything, you understand, but the Johns think I'm shoving my cock up her ass with just a little spit on my cock.
"That first night, we didn't know if the bit was going to work or not. We got to the part where she's begging me, while-out of the side of my mouth-I'm asking her if she's sure her ass is ready.
"It's ready,' she says real sharp like. So I decide to go ahead. And then, just when I'm ready to push her down, I see out of the corner of my eye, the manager standing backstage watching us. It was the first time in months he'd even been around when our act was on. But his being there made me put my whole heart and soul into this ass fucking routine. I was fucking for my life.
"I still had her on her hands and knees, so I spit into my hand and reach down and spread some of it on my cock. We was making believe that was the only slippery stuff we'd be using. But actually, like I told you, Sandy was greasy as shit. I'd even felt it when I was fucking her cunt.
"I pulled her hands back and made her pull her ass cheeks apart. That'd give the Johns, and me, a better view.
"It was just like it had been when the two of us were in bed, only it was seventeen times more exciting now that we had an audience. Shit, my heart was beating so fast, I thought I'd explode.
"I pressed my cock up against her asshole and shoved. Neat as a pin it slid in. Sandy acted like it was killing her, but I knew she was just acting. I actually think she liked it. And I couldn't get over how much easier it was to stick the knob of my cock up her ass. She must have really been working overtime with that vibrator.
"I reached down and pulled her ass cheeks apart myself, hitting her hands away. She was moaning and groaning like she was three inches from death.
"I angled her a little so the audience wouldn't miss a thing. And believe me, you could have heard a pin drop in that fucking bar. Even the waitresses were watching. And I'll bet not one of the women there had a dry cunt.
"I shoved and a good three inches was lodged in Sandy's ass. This time when she groaned in pain, I think she meant it. So I stopped for a few seconds and didn't force anything. I just acted like I was about ready to come already. You know, throwing my head back and things like that. Anything to distract the Johns from seeing that nothing actually was going on.
"Then Sandy gave me the signal. A tap on the leg. That meant that everything was okay and that I should go ahead.
"We'd had that signal even with the old act. Sometimes, we'd get screwed up and for some reason, even though I'd fucked her thousands of times, I'd start hurting her. Then I'd stop and we'd straighten out whatever was wrong. The tap on the leg meant, 'Fuck it good!'
"And I did. Man, I was really turned on. I got the rest of my cock up into her willing ass and stopped moving for just a few seconds for her to get used to it. Then I pulled out. Sort of slow, but I couldn't take it too easy. The audience wanted to see a rough fuck.
"I started long-dicking her. Pulling almost all the way out-and sometimes all the way out-and then forcing my prick all the way back in with one lunge. I was torturing Sandy's asshole something awful, but we sure had the audience with us.
"Maybe twenty times I long-dicked that ass of hers. Then I had to slow down. I was too fucking close. That was the first time that'd happened to me in years. All other times, I could program myself to shoot at just the right time. And believe me, I did shoot, too. At least most of the time. That part of the act wasn't phoney.
"I pulled out of her and knocked her to the bed. I flipped her over. On her back.
"Okay, that sounds rough, but it wasn't. It was just in the act. Anytime I did get rough, I heard about it for a week afterwards. And she managed to clout me one besides.
"Anyway, she was on her back now. And I hopped in the saddle. I was really loaded for bear now. I wanted to fuck her in the ass. And I wanted to shoot off in her ass. This was the most excited I'd been in a long time.
"And then, do you know what? Somebody in the audience started to chant. 'Fuck that ass! ... Fuck that ass! ... Fuck that ass!' And they started clapping their hands. So I gave them what I wanted.
"I sunk my hand damned near to the wrist in Sandy's cunt and I went to work on her ass. It was the best fuck I'd ever had. Ever. It was so goddamned tight and warm. I plowed into her and by this time she was enjoying it the most. But again, I think it was the audience reaction that was turning her on, not the fuck.
"Whatever it was, we must have made a pretty exciting picture, because the Johns couldn't get enough of it. I just kept fucking and they just kept yelling for me to 'fuck that ass.' It was wild.
"But finally, I couldn't hold off anymore. I just had to shoot, even if I was cutting the act short by a couple of minutes. I couldn't care less then.
"The heat and the pressure in my balls was so strong I just had to get some relief. So I fucked Sandy even faster and harder and finally the come started moving. From my balls, up the length of my cock, and wham! right up her ass. And I fist fucked her all the while. Sandy was so excited that she had an orgasm, too. The same time as mine. And let me tell you, that was exciting.
"The finale of our old act was for Sandy to get down on her knees and suck off my cock after I'd come. And sometimes I'd twist down on her and eat out her pussy while she was giving me head. But we'd made arrangements that we'd cut that part of the act. What Sandy had actually said, was, 'Don't think I'm going to lick your cock after it's been in my ass.'
"I couldn't blame her. And it didn't make any difference. The audience was cheering like hell. I felt like a god-damned star. We were a hit."
The subject of this last interview was an exhibitionist par excellence. He achieved his greatest pleasure from being watched while performing the sexual act. He was introduced to anal intercourse out of necessity to retain his job as a sex performer in a night club. The idea that he mastered a girl completely by giving her pain excited him even more.
A certain amount of sado-masochism can be found in many people who regularly and exclusively indulge in anal intercourse. However, when the subject is later submitted to undergoing anal intercourse, albeit with a dildoe, he notes that the pain becomes pleasurable and, in final analysis, he actively seeks to become the passive partner in sodomistic practices.
The subject, a professional fornicator one might say, stated that he preferred anal intercourse, because the anal opening and the rectum were so much tighter than the vagina of his associate, Sandra.
Anatomically, the anus is regarded as part of the rectum. The rectum consists of the rectum proper and the anal canal. The rectum proper is about five inches long and follows the curve of the sacrum and the coccyx. When distended, it shows three dilated portions formed by inward projecting folds. The largest of these dilations, and the lowermost, is the ampulla which joins the anal canal. The anal canal extends from the pelvic floor downward and posteriorly to the anus. The anal valves, five to ten vertical folds, are found on the inner surface of the canal, behind them are spaces called the anal sinuses.
The internal sphincter is a thick layer of muscle which circles around the anal canal for about one inch. This sphincter is activated by the autonomous nervous system and contracts or expands involuntarily. The external sphincter can be contracted or expanded voluntarily. It is a layer of striated muscle tissue which surrounds the terminal portion of the anal canal. Its fibers are attached to the coccyx and the surrounding skin. The levator ani, which forms part of the pelvic floor can also be activated voluntarily. Its fibers, some of which enter the rectal wall and merge with those of the sphincters, surround the rectum and compress it. The function of the sphincters, needless to say, is to keep the anal canal closed.
The sphincter muscles are unique. There is only one set, and they are one of the most powerful muscles in the human body.
The normal anal sphincter affords a great deal more resistance than even a virgin vagina. Penile penetration can only be accomplished by a sufficiently rigid penis. It is perhaps for this reason that sodomy sometimes has been referred to as a virile sport. The literature of the ancients abounds with references to the effect that "only man in the full spirits of the work should attempt sodomy because the fruits of the game are not available to he who is only mildly interested."
As has been stated before, the subject discovered anal intercourse at a rather late stage in his sexually active life. He was an exhibitionist and when the audience, through his employer, indicated it wanted to see something different, the subject came up with anal intercourse.
Paul Gebhard and his associates, authors of the report Sex Offenders, write:
Just as with voyeurism, there is a bit of the exhibitionist in nearly all males and in many females as well. All adult humans want to be physically sexually attractive; it is psychologically important to them. Society expects and encourages a certain display of physical charms. Except that they do not expose their genitalia, many a male and female on a public beach could be called exhibitionists: they receive some sexual gratification from displaying their anatomy.
The authors continue:
As a group the exhibitionists do not manifest many salient traits, but those which do exist all point toward some deficiency or difficulty in heterosexual adjustment.
And they conclude:
The motivations of exhibitionism are, of course, not to be clearly defined by this study, but our impressions do agree with some psychiatric concepts. Certainly some exhibition is largely an affirmation of masculinity, a cry of "Look, here is proof I am a man!" This is the response of the insecure male who has suffered some ego-shattering sexual rejection or corrosive long-time sexual stress. Also important is the element of sexual solicitation, which many exhibitionists consciously recognize although their hopes are almost never realized. Thirdly, and perhaps most common, is exhibition as an expression of hostility or sadism: a desire to frighten and shock.
Not very pertinent to his sexual make-up, but worth mentioning is the fact that the subject was caught in various lies and inconsistencies. Even though Los Angeles has night clubs where the sexual act is performed live and on stage, as of this writing the courts have not yet made a decision as to the legality or illegality of these performances. Many places of entertainment have obtained an injunction against stopping the shows that were being performed. However, all the acts either show simulated sexual intercourse or the standard "missionary position" of female-supine, male-prone. And then only with penis-vagina congress. No sexual acts that are forbidden by law, even in the privacy of the home of married partners, could conceivably be shown on stage.
Because anal intercourse is usually somewhat more painful for the recipient than any other form of sexual activity (sadistic activities excepted), the male, performing the penetration feels more powerful and dominating. Usually the pain subsides quickly when the sphincter is forced to relax. However, the penetrator may feel "more of a man." This may account for an increasing interest in the practice of sodomy, since in all other areas of life male dominance is slowly eroded.
In The Sexual Wilderness, Vance Packard observes the following:
There are still rugged or adventuresome jobs -as in ranching, truck-driving, carpentry, sponge-diving, piloting planes, etc.-but a more typical enterprising young male of the late 1960s is shown in the TV commercial for Sun-Up shaving lotion. He gives a Tarzan cry, leaps over the living-room balcony, and starts to work carrying a briefcase. The son of such a commuter has probably only a vague idea how Father validates himself. This raises interesting questions about what kind of men such sons will be when they grow up.
If perchance he rises toward the top of a major business enterprise, it doesn't bring much glory, because executives of large corporations, increasingly, are trained to be semi-anonymous, bland, soft-spoken, non-oddball team players. Or, if he succeeds in a job requiring technical skills, he confronts the uneasy fact that with the blinding speed of technological innovation his skills will probably be largely obsolete in a decade or so and he may have to learn new skills.
The young man's image of himself as a future community leader is likely to be weakly fixed. He has observed that husbands in his neighborhood who commute to work leave much of the family's representation in the community to the wife, if there is any representation.
If he is thoughtful, the young male may perceive also that many of the traits most necessary to our society's healthy functioning today are traits long considered to be female rather than male. Margaret Mead mentions these three virtues, long regarded as more appropriate for women, as being necessary today: patience, endurance, steadfastness.
Being this confused in his role between what is necessary to become a social success and what he deems to be necessary to become a rugged masculine individualist, many a young man will begin to search for a more dominating position in the sexual act. Some believe to have found that position by engaging in anal sexual intercourse.
"You'd think we were set, wouldn't you? Sandy and me had an act that, at least for a couple of months, would be the talk of the Strip. Business at the club was way up. Man, I'll tell you, the freakos who like to come and watch shit like Sandy and me do must have a grapevine that never quits. The next morning, right after we'd done the act for the first time, news about it was traveling fast.
"And then do you know what happens? Sandy meets this guy in a bar she hangs out in the daytime and they take to each other. She brings him home and they fuck all day and then decide it's love. Wowee!
"Believe me, the guy was the squarest John in the world. And he lived in Omaha! Sandy was talking about Omaha a little after she got to know the guy. She had decided that she wanted to move some place like that hick town because nobody there would 'know she had fucked on-stage. So what's wrong with fucking on-stage for a living?
"I get back one afternoon from the grocery store and Sandy's left. All I had to show for the years we spent together was a note. She'd gone with Stanley-Christ, nobody's named Stanley-to Omaha. As his wife.
"I called the greaser at the club. 'Boss,' I said to him real nice-like, 'I got a problem.'
"I got problems of my own,' he says in his usual nasty way. 'Don't bother me.'
"But this one sort of is your problem, too,' I said. There was a long silence.
"Well, are you going to tell me, asshole.' he says, 'or do I have to beg you.'
"He's a creep. You know that? I work for a fucking creep. But anyway, I tell him that Sandy is gone and that the act isn't a twosome anymore.
"Get another girl,' he says, like it's the easiest thing in the world to find a girl who'll let some guy fuck her ass on-stage.
"It's pretty hard to find somebody in one afternoon,' I explained. 'But I guess I could come in and do a single.'
"You mean, just you up there?' he asked.
"I guess so,' I answered.
"What are you going to do? Jack off?'
"'Maybe. I don't know.'
"Jesus, that would really pull them in off the streets,' he says in this very sarcastic tone of voice. And then adds, 'Get a girl or get out of my life.' Then he hangs up.
"So where am I going to get a girl? Hey, you know what? Talking about all this stuff has got me all riled up, I've had a roaring hard on for the last half hour.
"Anyway, I pulled out the big black book, looking for some old number who might go along with the bit for a couple of nights. Or even permanently. Hell, you can't imagine how many freako women I've run into in this business. Sure, Sandy used to make money all the time from Johns who saw her of the stage, but I didn't do bad either. I used to average about one note a week from some far-out chick who'd seen me and who wanted some of the same stuff I dished out on the stage. Course, they didn't intend to pay me, they never did, but I got to know a couple of real wild lays.
"And then, too, since I'd been working in clubs for so long, I'd gotten to know a lot of the hotsy-totsy dancers. Most of them were lesbians, but that don't make any difference. They're still good girls.
"So I started calling the names I had from the second group first. After all, they were professionals, right? And being lesbians, they didn't care what was stuck up what hole, 'cause it didn't mean nothin' to them.
"It was funny, but the only gal I talked to who wasn't working was a real big gal named Toni. I guess it should have been T-o-n-y. But it wasn't.
"And it was also funny that Toni would have said yes to my offer, 'cause every time we'd meet each other, she'd always tell me she hated my guts. But it was a few bucks for her, and it saved my job. So we decided to call off the feud and pat each other's backs for a couple of nights.
"She came over to the apartment and I outlined the act. I'd told her about the ass fucking routine, but she didn't seem snowed by that. Didn't seem to bother her at all.
"I asked her if she wanted to rehearse and she threw me a look that would burn the hide off a rhinoceros. 'No chance, buster,' she said. 'We fuck on stage and nowhere else.'
"I explained that we should get used to each other. You know, the way each of us moves and shit like that, but she wouldn't have it. 'No way,' she said. 'If you want freebies, the deal's off.'
"So what was I supposed to do? Toni was my only chance. And the greaser didn't have heart enough to give me a longer chance to find somebody else. What it came down to was fuck Toni that night or go back to the telephone company. I picked Toni.
"I guess I ought to describe a little what Toni looks like, considering what happened during the act that night. I already told you she was big. But I don't mean she was fat. Good old Toni had a set of jugs that didn't quit. About forty-two, I guess. And a wide, luscious set of hips. But she was trim. No fat. Just big. And the truth is, she probably weighed in just about the same as me. Or she might have had a few pounds on me. I'm not too fucking big, except for where it counts in my business.
"When I got to the club, Toni was already in the dressing room. She was, she said, ready already. She was dressed in this outfit that was ... well, it looked pretty damned good. It got me to thinking that maybe I'd try to keep her in the act permanently. I changed my mind later.
"The only bit she'd added that I didn't like was her carrying this big fucking purse. We argued for a while about it, but she ended all conversation by saying that if the purse didn't go on, she didn't go on. Horseshit!
"I got dressed and we sat around having a couple of drinks. We had to pay fifty cents for 'em. That's how goddamned cheap the manager was.
"Finally, we got a three-minute call. I was nervous-and excited as hell. After all, I had a new pussy and new ass to fuck. That's something to get excited about.
"Toni had only one comment before we went on. Take it easy on my ass,' she said, and gave me sort of a funny grin.
"I grinned back, thinking she was starting to like me a little. Then we went on.
"Toni was an instant success. What with those big tits and everything. The audience ate her up. We had a convention of former E-- S-- in the club, and that kind of group always goes for big tits.
"Everything went okay, except the audience reacted a little funny when I came on-stage and stood next to Toni. Granted she had two inches on me-plus the heels she had on-and maybe a few pounds, like I said before, but I don't think it was fair of the audience to laugh and point at me.
"They didn't laugh long. As soon as Toni started stripping down, they got quiet as hell. And they paid attention.
"I was on the bed, playing around with my cock. But nobody was paying any attention. Toni had the eye of everybody in the house on what she was doing. And believe me, she was sexy. I'd seen a lot of strippers but this broad was one of the best.
"Everything seemed to take just the right amount of time to be taken off. The dress, the slip. The shoes. The stockings. Wow, Toni moved like a dream.
"And when she reached behind and took off her bra, I thought there was going to be a riot in the house. Her tits were gorgeous, and that's the opinion of a real expert, let me tell you.
"We were now up to the part of the act where the dialogue comes in. But Toni changed that a little, too. She cupped her cunt with her hand just like Sandy did. But with Toni somehow it came off really dirty. And she stands there staring at me with this little smirk on her face.
"You man enough to work on this cunt?' she says. Man, it was like somebody had clubbed me in the face with a fist. My face burned red, and shit, I was the most embarrassed guy in Los Angeles. That goddamned broad was belittling me. Just because I was a little smaller than she was.
"But the worst part was the reaction of the audience. They loved the bit. To them, Toni was the Amazon coaxing Mr. Milquetoast to a screw. And guess who they started to laugh at, and even hoot at? You're right. Me.
"I got mad as hell. And the madder I got, walking up to Toni like a strutting bantam rooster, the funnier I must have looked to the audience. Because they were howling now.
"I tried to push Toni down on the bed, but it was like trying to shove over a wall. She didn't move an inch. And then, believe it or not, she took hold of my arm and sort of tossed me on my back on the bed. More gales of laughter from the audience.
"And then Toni moved. She got over to that bed faster than I've ever seen anybody move. And she was over the top of me, and aiming her pussy. And within no time at all, she was settling down on my cock swallowing it in her pussy. She was boss. At least the audience thought so.
"And I made it all the worse by struggling to get our from under her. But with her weight, and having my cock impaled up her pussy, I couldn't move more than a couple of inches. I was like a trussed hog. Prepared for the slaughter.
"Eventually, though, she let me up. I thought we'd get back to the original script and she'd get on her back and let me fuck her that way for a while. But no, Toni had other ideas.
"She stood there, legs spread, hands on hips. She looked like a fucking lady wrestler. A mean lady wrestler. 'Eat out that cunt,' she said, and before I had a chance to react-to protest-she was forcing me down on my knees. She grabbed my head and pulled it between her legs. There wasn't anything I could do but suck and lick on her cunt, because she was pinching my ear. And she told me she'd keep on pinching my ear until I started to eat. And man, have you ever had your ear pinched by a giant madwoman?
"So I ate cunt. I was becoming her fucking slave. But the audience liked it, and even I liked it. My cock was stone hard and standing up. Aching like hell. I was really hot.
"But she wasn't through humiliating me yet. She kept her fingers clamped to my ear and told me, so everybody in the whole fucking place could hear, that she wanted me to lick her asshole. Now, I've never licked an asshole in my life. And I wasn't about to now. But she pinched and she pinched and I started to lick. I would have done anything to get her hand away from my ear.
"She got on the bed, her legs wide apart and dangling over the side. She wanted me to have a good view. Christ, it was like looking down a well.
"Somehow, I knew, I had to get this bit back on the right track. I was the man, right? I was the boss.
"As soon as she let loose of my ear for a split second, I jumped up. Away from her cunt. I stood over her, trying to look as angry as I could. The fucking audience even laughed at that.
"Her legs were still spread, so I crouched and put my cock in line with her cunt. I got close and shoved. She didn't try to stop me. In fact, all the while I was long-dicking her, trying to hurt her or at least get some reaction, she was leaning up on her elbows and smiling down at me like I was an amusing but pesky little fly. Christ, was I pissed.
"And no matter how hard I fucked, I didn't affect her one bit. She just let me fuck her and she just kept getting more and more amused.
"Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and I pulled out. I grabbed her arm and tried to flip her over. No way. I just tugged and she stayed right where she was. I was helpless by this time; helpless with anger. I'd never been so goddamned mad at anybody in my life.
"Finally, after I almost had to beg her, she turned over. Slowly. Damned near with contempt. I'd never seen anything like it. That damned Toni really hated me. But at least I had her on her hands and knees. I was going to get some of my dignity back by fucking her in the ass.
"By the way, when Toni turned over and knelt up, she got a round of applause from the audience. They felt, I guess, that she was doing me a favor. The creeps.
"You're gonna take it up the ass, cunt,' I whispered to her. She ignored me.
"You're gonna take it up the ass until you scream for mercy,' I threatened. She still ignored me.
" 'I'm gonna fuck that asshole of yours until you bleed to death,' I said. That got one small snicker.
"By that time, I was so fucking mad I was almost incoherent. My whole jaw was shaking. I was gonna fuck her ass for a goddamned hour.
"I wet my prick down with spit. I opened her ass cheeks. I aimed my cock. I was so excited and angry I could barely see straight. I shoved. Hard. K-e-e-r-i-s-t! A wave of pain ran through my whole fucking guts. It hurt more than anything I'd ever felt. I knew for sure that I had cracked my cock in half.
"I doubled up in pain. I sort of grabbed hold of my cock and tried to squeeze the pain out of it. But it didn't work. I thought I was going to pass out.
"But mercifully, the pain started .to go away. Little by little. It was then I heard the audience. They were in stitches. I was the best actor they'd ever seen. But I wasn't acting.
"When I was feeling a little better, I took a look at old Miss Iron Asshole on the bed. She was on her back again, leaning up on her elbows again, sneering at me again.
"My cock had wilted and I was feeling weak as hell. And that's when the fucking Amazon decided to attack. She stood up and came at me. I know I cringed because the audience picked up with their gales of mirth again. Oh, man, that had to be the shittiest night of my life.
"She took hold of my arm and again sent me sailing towards the bed. I landed in a heap on my back. I scooted up all the way on the bed, determined to defend myself against this lunatic. But she was too fast for me. Before I knew what was happening I had her big fat ass squatting right on my chest. She felt like a Mac truck. She had even my arms pinned under her ass before I knew it.
"Then she stops moving around and holds up her arms at the audience. She wanted to say something to them. They quieted down to listen.
"Gentlemen,' she said in this real loud and deep voice, 'I'm going to show you what happens to little punks who try to fuck a lady's asshole.'
"She moved up on my body and sort of pinned my arms down more. And of course at the same time she was sticking her pussy right into my mouth. I couldn't do anything but put my tongue up into her cunt and eat her out. Well, that's a lie. I didn't have to eat her out; I wanted to.
"You'd expect somebody who'd done and been through what Toni done and been through to have a cunt like a coal tunnel. You know, big and sort of used. But that wasn't true at all. She was a lot bigger than Sandy had been, but her cunt was a hell of a lot nicer. It was wild as a matter of fact. Warm and tight, and as soon as I stuck my tongue up there and moved, it around a little, she started to leak sex juices. They were strong, but they tasted great.
"Anyway, that's what I was doing-eating out her cunt-and she meanwhile was reaching down for that goddamned big purse she'd brought on stage. The one we had an argument about.
"She opened the purse and pulled out this big fucking dildo. I guess she used it when she was with her girl friends, but now she was going to use it on me.
"I caught a look at that thing. Christ, it was big and mean looking. Toni was holding it up for the audience to see and they were howling with belly laughs. I'd never heard an audience enjoying themselves so much.
"Toni grabbed my legs and pulled them up in the air. She was the damned strongest broad I'd ever run into in my life. I tried to kick free, but there was no way for a skinny little guy like me to do that.
"Jesus, was I embarrassed. There I was, with my legs up in the air, my ass exposed for the whole fucking world to see. I took another look at that dildo when she was putting it into position. It was shiny with grease. Goddamn! She meant it! She was going to fuck me with that thing!
"She held me folded at the waist with one hand and pressed that fake cock up against my ass with the other. I tried to yell out, to beg her not to do it, but I couldn't say much with my mouth full of pussy. So I right off decided that since I couldn't do anything to stop her, I might as well enjoy it as much as possible. At least I wouldn't fight it; then it would really kill me.
"I felt the knob of that goddamned rubber thing slide up my ass. I WAS BEING FUCKED!!!
"She pushed again and some more of the thing slid up my ass. To put the thought of what was happening out of my mind, I started to work even harder on Toni's pussy. I licked and slurped, chewed gently on her clit, washed out her whole insides. My whole face was plastered with her cunt juices.
"I can remember feeling that thing being pushed in and then pulled out of my ass. I thought it would hurt like hell. But it didn't. I felt like I was getting my whole insides massaged. Like the time I had a little prostate problem and the doc stuck his finger up there and massaged whatever he was after. But this felt better.
"But it was embarrassing. Especially when I felt my cock getting harder and harder. And then, goddamn it, I felt a come rising in my balls. There was nothing I could do to stop it. She kept feeding that thing to me until my cock wanted to explode. Then it did. All over me and her. Man, I shot like I'd never shot before. I moaned and stuck my face up into her cunt and just let loose. It was a different feeling, but it sure felt good.
"At least Toni had the humanity to pull the damned thing out as soon as I was finished coming. Then was the time I was really embarrassed. As soon as she let me up, I ran off the stage. I couldn't look the audience in the face. No way. But Toni just stood out there, taking bows, holding that fucking dildo up in the air. She was a real sweet kid.
"The greaser manager was back in my dressing room in ten minutes. He was wild. 'That was the funniest thing I've ever seen,' he said. 'Yeah, sure,' I mumbled. I was dressing as fast as I could. I wanted to get out of there.
"I'll have a new broad in a couple of days,' I said. 'Until then you'll have to fill in the show with somebody else.'
"Like hell,' greaser said. That act is the greatest. That's the one you're gonna do.'
"I shook my head. No way, asshole. I'd never get on stage with Toni again.
"Okay,' greaser said, 'get your gear and clear out. The bit's over. I won't have any trouble finding somebody to work with her.' Then he left. Three years I'd been working for that asshole and that's the way he treats me. Is there no justice?
"I'm working for the telephone company again. I hate it a lot. You know, I was just thinking this morning of giving Toni a ring. Maybe she's in the market for a new partner."
CONCLUSION
Billions of human beings, our fellow passengers on this spaceship Earth, travel through this Universe, confined to our globe. They have arisen, along with all other living beings, from the primeval oceans and evolved over the incredible span of millions upon millions of years to what they are now.
The force behind all this evolving from a one-celled organism to a full-grown human being is one of the great mysteries of Nature. Part of this force we call the will to live, the libido, the sexual urge. But, giving it a name, does not explain it. We do know that we cannot stop it other than by our death. We try to channel it into socially acceptable norms. But when the norms set by society become too restrictive, the sexual drive surges powerfully against this dam ... and the dam bursts.
It is safe to assume that during the time it takes to read this conclusion every single sexual variation the human mind can conceive of is performed a hundred times over somewhere on this earth.
It has become customary in our society to classify, label and catalogue almost everything we are doing. Our sexual activities have not escaped from this habit. In our effort to create clarity, we have thoroughly succeeded to make matters more incomprehensible. We have built a variety of classification systems, pigeonholing every single act, and then grouping them together under various headings.
Every language in the world has words which lend themselves perfectly to becoming emotionally charged, either positively or negatively. We use the negative emotionally charged to demean those who are our enemies, those who do not share our opinions, those who do not "belong." Pervert, deviate, fiend and abnormal are but a few of the words we love to hurl at those who do not share our point of view.
And it is exactly those words that were used by the early researchers who began to compile and catalogue the sexual habits of the human species. Our Judeo-Christian religion tolerated sex only because it was the only way to propagate the face. Had there been any other way, sex would have been completely outlawed. Therefore, it seemed logical to label anyone who was not at all times interested in penis-vagina contact a pervert. Surely, any act which was not intended to produce 1 offspring was perverted, a heinous crime in the eyes of the Lord, an unpardonable sin.
About a hundred years ago, science began to make deep inroads in the fields hitherto dominated by religion and philosophy. It was unavoidable that some scientists felt the urge to research sexual behavior. Two great men of those days were Dr. Sigmund Freud, an Austrian Jewish psychiatrist, and Dr. Richard von Krafft-Ebing, a German baron. Not only did they classify and label, but they also-unwittingly and unwillingly for sure -brought with them their culturally inherited prejudices.
What had hitherto been a mortal sin, a crime against God and Nature, suddenly became a perversion, a psychopathological case. The sinner had become a patient.
Fairly soon, science began to split into various disciplines. Each discipline had its own set of names. Academic battles have been fought about the name-giving of the sexual acts. Was it paedophilia, pederasty, uranism, anilinctus, sodomy to name but a few, and was it lesbianism, third sex, bisexuality? The legislators of most of our states found the simplest solution. They lumped all these words together, called it "the most heinous crime against Nature," added anywhere from one year to life imprisonment for good measure and put it on the statutes.
Another difficulty experienced by those early sex researchers was the fact that writing about sex in plain, clear to understand language was, in most instances, forbidden by law. Margaret Sanger, who tried to introduce birth control into this country, was forced to use words like coitus interruptus-instead of simply saying pull out before coming which would have been fully understood by everyone, especially the uneducated poor she was trying to help.
Thus, the medical and legal professions resorted to the use of Latin. Allegedly this was done to make international cooperation between the scientific community easier. In reality it was to screen the "common man" from forbidden knowledge. The scientists had become the high priests of our modern world. And every known way of achieving sexual pleasure and orgasm received a Latin label, a ranking order, a nod of approval or disapproval. In the process of cataloguing, we also acquired the "acceptable form" as well as all the taboos.
From the American Handbook of Psychiatry, I quote the following:
Broadly speaking, we designate as sexual deviations or perversions, any pattern of sexual behavior which differ from normal coitus and serve as major sources of gratification rather than a foreplay to coital activity. Union of the genitals is either absent or subordinate. There may be ... "anatomical transgression" whereby other body parts assume the dominant role, or an excessive lingering on foreplay activities, or any combination of the two ...
As long as genital gratification is dominant such a person would not be defined as a pervert.
From this last quotation we can easily see that the ancient tribal religious feelings have wormed their way straight into the latter part of the 20th century via this scientific text book. It states in pompous manner that anyone who does not perform the sexual act, risking begetting children, is a pervert, emotionally sick.
In both studies on human sexual behavior, Kinsey and his associates have pointed out that analism, oralism and other extra-vaginal sexual acts are part of our mammalian heritage and that it would be a rare, if not perverted, individual who had no such tendencies and who did not desire to perform such acts. In other words, having mouth contact with the genitals, or sexual intercourse in the anus-or any other body part which is not the vagina-is perfectly normal.
Since the most basic need of any human being is the desire to touch and to be touched, closely followed by the basic drive to have intimate contact -sex-it becomes perfectly obvious that the uninhibited male or female can have almost any form of sexual intercourse and enjoy it.
Again and again it should be pointed out that the reason many people are hesitant "not to do such a sort of thing," is a hangover from ancient times when it was imperative to beget as many children as possible. Our sex drive and our need to touch have been inhibited by several hundreds of generations telling us that genital contact was for procreation only. We have been taught-we were not born with-the idea that any form of sexual activity was unclean, evil, frowned upon by the Deity, punishable by law and, last but not least, an emotional illness.
In the process we have reached the point where almost every government on this planet is now seriously concerned with the problem of overpopulation. In the next half-century, if we keep up sex for procreation's sake at the same rate, the human race is going to crowd every other living organism off this planet. We cannot stop having sex. We cannot halt our innate desire for physical intimacy. Having been divided by Nature into separate sexes, our impulses to have sex in one form or another is too strong to suppress. A person who has not had an orgasm for an extended period of time is either a liar, sick, old or dead.
We live in a world where we are soon to be murdered by sheer numbers. A revision of our ideas about what is healthy and what is not healthy in sex, about what is sinful or a divine grace, is long overdue. To any logical person, not promoting extra-vaginal sex must seem like an act of negligence.
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