Let's get one thing clear right from the beginning. I've always tried to be tolerant towards the various foibles of my fellowman and to live a policy of "live and let live." What another person does, as long as it doesn't injure me or my society, is none of my business. Another person's beliefs, whether they agree or disagree with mine, are his beliefs, and are not mine to judge. If he doesn't try to impose his beliefs on me, I won't try to impress mine on him.
A large part of the work done by a free-lance writer such as myself is tracking down the loose ends of a lot of odd rumors that crop up from time to time, tracing them to their roots, and finding out if there is really a story there, or if somebody has simply had his imagination working overtime again. The latter is usually the case.
At least 99 percent of the story leads that come across a writer's desk are bull, pure and unadulterated. It's the hope of tracking down that elusive one percent that can lead to a money-making book or article that keeps us working on those leads.
I keep good files, one of the most valuable tools for a free-lance writer, and I review them as often as I can, just to keep up with what's happening in the world while I'm busy writing. The last time I made a quick pass through them I didn't catch anything that looked like the makings of an earthshaking story, but I did notice one thing that didn't seem to fit. One of the subject files had been growing a lot faster than usual. The one labeled Cults: Offbeat.
Curiosity reared its hungry head. The curiosity that marks the inveterate free-lance writer-especially when the diet has dropped to beans and hamburger again. This curiosity is the one big factor that leads to money-making stories, and when it began nibbling at the corners of my mind I simply had to dig into the file to find out what was going on.
The folder was packed with clippings, and they were a bizarre lot. There were weird cults from all over the world represented, some by quite a bit of publicity flack. I'm sure you know the kind of cults I mean. The California's-Slip-ping-into-the-Sea-by-Earthquake-Next-Tuesday group and the Christ-Came, Didn't-Dig-It, and-Left gatherings. Even the Flat Earth Society was there, along with those who believed that the only true path to salvation was to live in caves and eat purple cabbage leaves and the doomsday-tomorrow-afternoon types. There were, however, some pretty well established groups as well. Those with religious or pseudo-religious dogmas which separated them from the mainstream of religious or scientific thought, but not by a great deal. A slight crack, rather than a gap.
Gathered together in one large group were a bunch of selected clippings, mostly from West Coast papers, about a new group, sort of an offshoot of the wife-swapping scene, that was making a big thing about anal sexual activity, claiming that it was the answer to both sexual hang-ups and the population explosion.
A few weeks later I had a small newspaper assignment that took me out to San Francisco, and while I was there I took a side trip down to Los Angeles to see if I could pick up any more information on this new cult. There's an old saying that since Los Angeles is at the lower left corner of the United States, all the loose nuts in the country roll to it. I don't know whether this is true or not, but I do know that Los Angeles seems to be the home of more offbeat happenings and cults than any other city, so I wasn't really surprised to find that it was the home of this new anal cult.
I got things started by calling and setting up a luncheon with a couple of old friends, a former free-lancer who is now the news director of a Los Angeles television station, and a psychol- ogist I had met some years previously while doing research for an article on the hippie revolution.
My newsman friend wasn't able to give me a whole lot of information or help, but what he did give me proved to be invaluable in the preparation of this book. He started off by giving me a bit of background on the whole sex-cult thing.
"To start with," he told me, "you've got to realize that there's a whole lot of difference between the 'official' and 'unofficial' attitudes towards sex and sexual behavior in this country.
"In the past ten or fifteen years there has been more sex education going on than in the previous two hundred, and because of this the entire field of sexual superstition has almost died out. The love potions, sexual taboos, and what-have-you of the 'primitive' societies seem to have disappeared from this country, but those same superstitions seem to have been replaced by a more toned-down form of sex rites, rites which you, and everyone else, comes into contact with each day, probably without realizing their significance.
"What, other than superstition, can you call the dependence on horoscopes for sexual information? Likewise, the 'mental' disciplines of the Eastern religions such as Zen and the Ma-harishi stuff the Beatles brought back a few years ago, dianetics, and all the rest-these are nothing more than adaptations of the old superstitions."
When I thought about it, I had to agree with him, and I began to understand why some of these cults, the swapping cult, and now the anal cult, were gaining such popularity.
He wasn't, unfortunately, able to give me much information on the cult itself, but he was able to give me the name and address of a person involved in the cult, as well as a letter of introduction to him.
The psychologist, on the other hand, was able to give me a little of the background on why these people became involved in something like an anal cult, and what the long-term results of their involvement might be.
It seems, according to his ideas of sexual behavior, that whenever a specific sex act, other than one involving force or children, is banned either by social pressure or by force of law, it often tends, simply because it is banned, to become particularly pleasurable or inviting to many people.
Prohibited kinds of sexual behavior, such as anal ism, often take on the aspects of novelty and adventure which they probably would not have were they not banned. In other words, quite often a man or woman may develop a desire for anal sexual activity not because they no longer enjoy the normal sex act, but because there is an element of danger, thrill, and novelty in the illicit anal act, which adds to the pleasure of the act.
The problem this causes is that, when society bans a sex act for which some people feel a strong desire, these people have the choice of either consciously favoring the anal act, and unconsciously feeling guilty and shameful about it, or consciously being against the act, and feeling unconsciously compelled to resort to it nevertheless. In either event, the banned anal act is usually, in one degree or another, at one time or another, actually performed when the desire becomes too strong to resist, and is later regretted. In either case, the end result is a feeling of guilt caused by the original repression of the forbidden desire, which is then combined with psychopathologically obsessional behavior and frustration.
According to Sigmund Freud, repression is the core symptom for almost every form of sexual deviation, including anal sexual activities. He described the development of frustration, and its release, by saying that a traumatic experience or experiences, usually in childhood and of a sexual or pseudosexual nature, such as difficulty in "potty-training" or a period of prolonged constipation, are "forgotten," or, more properly, repressed. However, the excitement associated with the event has not been extinguished, and its traces persist in the unconscious in the form of repressed memories. These memories remain without outward effect until some contemporary event, such as a disturbing love affair or an unhappy or unsatisfactory sexual adjustment in marriage, revives them. At this point there is a breakdown of the successful repression, and what Freud termed "the return of the repressed," which signals the onset of the aberration or deviation, in this case, the involvement in anal sexual activities. In Freud's words, quoting from The Essays on the Theory of Sexuality:
The original sexual excitement is revived and is now forced to find a new path or outlet. The clinical manifestation or symptom results from a compromise between the repressed desire and what I call the "dominant mass of ideas constituting the ego."
Dr. Karen Homey saw acts such as methodical analism as being an essentially self-effacing solution to guilt and repressed desires. She stated that, in the self-effacing solution, sexual activity has the greatest appeal for solving such problems. The subject individual is, in fact, compelled to engage in various sexual activities, especially "deviant" actions, as well as exhibit overemphasized traits such as self-sacrifice, compliancy, sympathy, and dependency, seeing these acts as having a high moral and emotional value and offsetting the repressed desires.
The self-effacing subject needs to be loved, to give in rather than argue, to please, to be approved of. She is oversensitive to and fears criticism, rejection, abandonment, and to the degree that she may anticipate these reactions she is usually completely without justification in her fears. Dr. Jack Rubins, explaining Dr. Horney's theories, in his On the Early Development of the Self, stated:
In its extreme form, this solution (self-effacement) may be manifested as morbid dependency and is often characterized by neglect of self so severe as to result in self-elimination. Helplessness has great appeal; consequently, unconscious acting-out through sexual perversion may occur.
In other words, where a deviant personality, in this case a woman, enters into anal sexual activities because of a desire for self-effacement, there is a very real danger that the eventual result may be suicide.
Dr. Wilhelm Reich, who gained prominence as the director of the Vienna Seminar for Psychoanalytic Therapy, postulated explanations for the abnormal and/or deviant behavioral patterns of both men and "Women involved in psychopathological sexual activities, which would include anal ism.
He believed that the female was of a compulsive character, orderly and thrifty, and with a tendency to ruminate. Outwardly, she is extremely controlled. Inwardly, she is distrustful and indecisive. Her affective reactions are diminished almost to the point where effective assertive actions are completely blocked. Dr. Reich explained this, in his Character Analysis, by stating:
These characteristics are the result of fixation at the anal-sadistic level, due to overly strict or premature toilet training. The strong inhibitions which are created at this stage interfere with the progression to the genital phase, and, instead, bring about a regression to the earlier stage of anal interests and aggression.
In contrast to the female, Dr. Reich saw the type of male who would become involved in anal sexual activities as being of a phallic-narcissistic character. With this type of personality development the individual does not regress to the passivity of the anal-sadistic phase,- although he is confident and arrogant. Moreover, these traits plus aggression and sadism are manifested overtly since reaction to formation is absent. He is attractive as a sexual object, although he may often be orgastically impotent, an important datum to keep in mind as we examine the case histories of several men involved in anal sexual activities.
Dr. Reich, in his previously cited work, described the male phallic-narcissistic character in the following manner:
The male always has contempt for the fe- male and has great phallic pride, but the phallus is in the service of aggression, not of love. The formation of this character type is usually attributed to frustration of the child's attempts to win the love object through display of the phallus at an early stage of development, and his consequent identification with the rejecting person.
For such a man, it is clear that the anal sexual act has become primarily a demonstration of sexual potency, as well as a means of degrading or destroying the woman, whom he identifies as the person who rejected him as a child.
It is this desire to degrade women, to prove masculinity and superiority, which is the prime reason for a development of anal sexual desires in an otherwise "normal" man.
To some the idea that anal sexual activity in women, or the desire for such activity, is caused by the toilet training received by the girl while still a child is pure nonsense. Nevertheless, psychological researchers, from Freud's time to the present, put the blame for virtually all abnormal or deviant sexual behavior on events which took place during childhood, and which were then repressed until they were brought out by some traumatic experience in adulthood.
CHAPTER ONE
And Still Be a Virgin
"They told me that you wanted to know how, and why, I got involved in this anal cult thing. Well, really, it was all an accident, and one that I'm very happy about, now.
"The first time I went to one of their affairs, or actually was brought to it, I certainly wasn't very happy about it, but later, when I had a chance to think, I realized that the whole thing was perfect for me.
"Before joining The Cult, that's what we call it, 'The Cult,' I was really mixed up and in trouble, sexually. You see, I was a twenty-five-year-old virgin, and was intent on staying a virgin until I got married. The trouble was, my intentions regarding staying a virgin were strictly mental; my physical side had a completely different set of ideas.
"I know that the modern morality and woman's lib say that it's all right for a woman to have sex while she's still single, and that with the advent of the pill and IUD and all that there's very little chance of a girl becoming pregnant unless she wants to, but I was the storybook 'old-fashioned girl,' and I actually believed that it was important that the man I married found me to be a virgin on our wedding night. For that matter, I still do.
"I was working in an insurance office then, and I've got to admit that I wasn't having much fun. Oh, when I first started work there I had plenty of dates, but when the salesmen found out that I wasn't interested in going to bed with them, under any circumstances,'my popularity made a great leap into oblivion. At that, some of the more persistent ones tried three or four times to get me into bed, with dinners and shows and dancing and the whole works, but when they found out that I meant it, that I was demanding a license before giving up what they were after, they ran, not walked, to the nearest exit. At times it was really funny to watch them trying to avoid making a second date with me.
"None of them interested me, though. Not for marriage, anyway. There were a couple that I really enjoyed going out with; we had a lot of fun on dates, but since the date ended just when they thought it should be starting, they soon stopped taking me out, and the evenings started getting longer and longer.
"Then William came to work in the office. William, not Bill. He was very insistent about that. At the time he seemed to be completely different from any of the other men working there. For one thing, he didn't, in three long months, make a single pass at me. He'd stop and talk, and occasionally buy me a cup of coffee, but that was it.
"Another thing that made him totally different from the other guys, both in the office and out, was that he didn't play any of the little sex innuendo games that all the other guys play. When we talked, it was about music, or current events, or shows. None of the little double-meaning stuff that most guys seem to think turns a girl on.
"Like I said, William had been working in the office for three months before he attempted any sort of a pass at me, and then the pass, if it can be called that, was just an invitation to lunch. It was another two months before he got around to asking me out for dinner and a show.
"William seemed like such a nice guy that I figured I was safe with him, so I had several drinks with dinner, and by the time we got to the show I was feeling pretty good, you know what I mean? Sort of giggly and silly, and I was beginning to realize that I really liked William. Liked him as something more than just a friend.
"He lived up to what I expected of him, and during the show he didn't even put his arm around me, or tried to kiss me, or feel me up, or anything like that. He just sat there and watched the movie, gently holding my hand.
"After the show William asked me if I'd care to go with him to a late party some friends of his were having, and since there was no work the next day, I agreed, without the slightest thought that there might be anything funny about the invitation.
"The house he took me to was a fairly large one, off in a pretty exclusive residential district. I hope you don't mind, but I'm not going to tell you exactly which one.
"Anyway, we went in, William just walked right in without knocking or anything, and I saw in the dim light inside that there were several couples there, most of them dancing, but some sitting around the big living room on small couches. The light wasn't good enough to show exactly what they were doing, but it appeared that they were simply necking.
"As soon as we got there William asked me if I wanted to dance. He seemed surprised when I said yes, and I found out that he was an excellent dancer. Pretty soon, though, he suggested a drink, and again I agreed.
"He left for a minute, then returned with two drinks, which we took over to an unoccupied couch. The drink turned out to be a pretty strong one, and it, combined with the happy evening I'd already had, put me in a relaxed and positively ecstatic mood. I sort of slouched back on the soft velvet of the couch, with William's arm draped lightly around my shoulder, and let my mind relax. I have to admit that, this being our first date, I had been a little more tense than I may have described, but the drinks, the soft music, the dancing, and, most of all, William's exemplary behavior, had completely lowered my guard.
"I don't know just how long we simply sat there quietly, but it must have been at least ten minutes. Then, without him making any sudden movements, I felt William's hand coming up to my cheek, turning my face to his. It was the most natural thing in the world for me to tilt my head back, raising my face for his kiss. A kiss that brushed across my lips as lightly as a feather's touch.
"His warm, full lips lingered against mine for several long seconds, then the pressure between us slowly increased and my lips parted of their own accord, giving entrance to his searching tongue.
"It was as if some sort of burning need had suddenly been set off in both of us. The hand , resting on my cheek moved around to the back of my head, pulling my face tight against his as our lips ground together, tongues flashing in and out, mine spearing into his mouth, tasting across the smooth ridge of his teeth, pressing against the slight roughness of his tongue, then retreating as his chased it into my mouth. It felt wonderful, completely bypassing my conscious thoughts. I was totally in the grip of my female emotions.
"The kiss was so long and so beautiful, so completely filling for my emotions, that I hardly noticed it when his hand brushed across my breast, passing, then coming back, resting lightly against it. Even through' the cloth of my blouse and bra I could feel that heat of his hand, and it was a heat that seemed to match the fire building inside my body.
"Without thinking I turned my body on the couch, facing him, and immediately his finger started working at the buttons of my blouse, freeing them, then going inside to press against my bra. My head seemed to be getting lighter and lighter as his hand moved against me, dropping to run across the skin of my belly, then going around behind me. With a quick, sure motion of his fingers the snap on my bra came apart, and at once his hand was back in front of me, going under the lightly padded cotton to cup my breast in his hot palm.
"Without understanding what was happening I could feel my breast responding to his touch, the nipple growing and hardening against his palm. The tips of his fingers found the hot, tight little bud, flicking it, pinching it lightly, rubbing it back and forth, setting me on fire.
"Our deep, searching kiss finally broke, but before I had a chance to recover my wits, to realize consciously what was happening to me, he had bent his neck, dropped his head, and was sending new, even stronger, thrills through my body.
"His lips ran a thrilling line down the side of my neck, his tongue probing into the hollow at the base of it, drawing little circles of wetness, then moving across to the tender skin of my shoulder. His tongue seemed to be leaving a trail of burning nerve endings behind it as it moved slowly down, across the swelling of my breast, to the sensitive tenderness of my nipple. The slight roughness of his tongue rubbed across it, contrasting with the smoothness of his lips, and I almost screamed with pleasure as his teeth nipped lightly at the puckered, hardened tissue.
"While he was slowly driving me right out of my mind with his lips on my breast, his hands were still moving, one of them dropping down, between my legs, under my skirt. I felt the soft touch of his fingers running up and down, up and down, in short strokes along the tender skin of the inside of my thighs, just above my knees. For a second I squeezed my legs together, pinning his hand, stopping the motion of his fingers, but then my body took over from my mind again, and my legs spread apart, welcoming his touch.
"Through a dizzy haze, lost in the exploding power of my emotions, I could feel a wetness growing between my legs, a wetness that I had never felt before with any man. A feeling that had only come to me, infrequently, at night, in my half-waking dreams about my eventual marriage. I knew what that wetness meant, what it was inviting, but I no longer seemed to care. I was completely in the grip of a passion that was stronger than anything I could have imagined. Stronger than any resolutions or intentions.
"William's hand moved slowly upwards between my legs, unhurrying, matching the slow movements of his tongue, lips, and teeth on my tender nipple. An uncontrollable shudder passed through my body as his hand reached the place where my legs came together, as his finger brushed gently back and forth along the ridges my body made in the nylon cloth of my panties. Little tingles of excitement seemed to be flashing out from the point where his fingers made contact, up through my belly, and into my head, sending flashes of light bouncing off the inside of my closed eyelids.
"I felt my body beginning to squirm and move on the couch, lifting to press my breast into his mouth, and his hands, his tender fingers, left my crotch to pass under my body, lifting it. I followed the motion, helping him as he bunched my skirt up around my hips, then his hands were back at my breasts, kneading them, pressing them, heating them as his lips again met mine in a deep, crushing kiss.
"His fingers tweaked at my inflamed nipples, and I felt as though I was starving for oxygen as his tongue probed deep inside my mouth, searching. As if they belonged to someone else, my hands pulled at His back, pulling him closer, then twisted into the hair on the back of his head as I ground my lips against his, lost in that beautiful, fiery kiss.
"His lips left mine, and I gulped great breaths of welcome air, shuddering through a throat that seemed too constricted to pass the breath in anything except short gasps.
"William didn't give me a chance to regain my senses or get control of my body. His kisses continued, moving down my body again, across the hollow of my throat, stopping to nip at one nipple, then the other, inflaming them even more.
"His tongue left a wet trail, a trail that seemed to be burning hot and icy cold at the same time, as it moved across the taut skin of my belly. For the briefest of seconds the tip of his tongue darted into my navel, twisting and turning, exciting my skin beyond belief, then again it was moving downwards, his lips planting little kisses all over my lower stomach, his tongue drawing a line across my body right next to the line of elastic that barred his further progress.
"William's hands dropped away from my breasts, his fingers hooking in that band of elastic, and as he pulled slowly downward his lips followed the descending line.
"In seconds he was into the patch of hair growing there, pressing down with his tongue, taking the hair into his mouth, pressing it against his teeth, then pulling lightly on it, sending little shocks of electric pleasure shoot- ing through my nerves. Little goose bumps grew on my flesh, and my hands pressed against the back of his head, urging his head downward without my knowing why. I didn't understand what was happening, I couldn't think of what he was doing, all I could do was twist and squirm in the total rapture of his touch.
"In seconds, as I became lost in the feeling of his teeth pulling at my hair, he had my panties all the way down, first around my knees, then completely off, his hand pulling them from around my ankles and dropping them to the floor.
"His palms seemed to be burning with fire as they moved up my legs, fingertips tingling across the backside of my knees, palms cupping the heated backs of my thighs. Then they were under me, lifting me upwards to cup my buttocks, pressing me up off the rough cloth of the couch. Following the light direction of his touch my body slid downward on the couch until I was almost lying down, my legs off the edge, spread slightly, waiting.
"William didn't make me wait long. His lips brushed again at the insides of my thighs, first one side then the other, moving upward, moving onto flesh that seemed to be melting at his touch.
The flashes of fire that were exploding through my body had taken complete control over my mind, and I knew or cared about nothing except the loving touch of his lips, the searching fire of his nerve-teasing tongue.
"His kisses came up and up, then, as my fingers dug frantically into the back of his head and neck, the tip of his tongue brushed along the hot, wet, waiting slit of my vagina, spreading the lips slightly, making them shiver with anticipation for what was coming next.
"Never had I imagined that a man's touch could so inflame me. Never had I imagined that there could be such ecstasy in the touch of lips and tongue as this. I felt as if my whole insides were melting, a ball of white-hot fire growing in my stomach, growing larger with each brush of his tongue along the lips of my virgin vagina.
"When I thought that I could take no more, that I was going to break apart in millions of flaming fragments, he showed me that there were sensations that I hadn't even imagined, feelings that I didn't think the human body was capable of. His tongue made one final pass upward along my slit, then the tip of it probed at the hard, protruding nub of my clitoris, flicking it back and forth, pressing around it, pushing down on it. Without conscious volition my hips pressed upward as my hands thrust down on his head, pressing his face tight against me, begging for even more of that burning touch.
"His tongue drew a fiery trail across my clitoris, right up the wet path behind it, and plunged deep into my vagina, the tip twisting and turning, a little loving hook sensitizing every last inch of my inner flesh. His hands were squeezing tightly the flesh of my buttocks as his tongue probed deep, flashing in and out. There was no hymen to stop his probing, despite my virginity. I had lost it years before horseback riding. There were no obstacles to his searching, loving, tender tongue.
"As that loving tongue flashed in and out of me my hips began to jerk in perfect time, thrusting up against his face, begging for a deeper and deeper touch from that tender love-tool that he was caressing my insides with so tenderly.
"Then, suddenly, his lips were back at my still hard nipples, and through a red haze of passion I heard the soft sliding sound of a zipper being pulled, then felt the unbelievable heat of his rock-hard penis pressing against the flesh of my leg. As his body moved on top of mine that swollen tool dragged across my leg, leaving behind it a small trail of icy-cold wetness, a little drop of it running down the inside of my thigh.
"His lips were once again pressed against mine, his tongue buried deep within my mouth, and I could taste the warm heat, the salty taste and musky smell, of my vagina on his lips and in his mouth. The cloth of his slacks scraped against the skin of my legs as he slipped between them, and the icy shock of his belt buckle pressing against my stomach was almost too much to bear.
"As if every nerve ending in my body was su-persensitized, I could feel the velvety soft tex- ture of the head of his penis as it moved up the inside of my leg, pushing the hair out of the way as it sought the lips of my waiting, begging vagina. The rounded tip slid back and forth, pressing lightly forward, searching, and then it found my opening, spreading the lips slightly.
"William pushed forward slowly, sliding the head into me, easing it in until I could feel the ridge at the back of the head passing the lips, my tender skin folding in behind it, gripping tightly around the hardness of his shaft. Somewhere, in a detached, unconnected part of my mind, I realized that he was being very gentle, going very slow, not wanting to hurt me with a sudden thrust, waiting to bring me to the very height of passion before entering me completely.
"Before entering me completely! With an emotional wrench that almost tore me apart my mind suddenly came back into control of my body as I realized what was happening. The shock was like a sudden immersion in ice-cold water, and without thinking I pushed at William's chest, fighting to move my body back on the couch, away from his probing prick.
" 'No. NO! Please stop! I can't.'
"There was a small gasp of pain from William as his body, still thrusting forward, not yet grasping that I had pulled away from him, buried his tender penis into the rough cloth between two of the couch cushions.
" 'What the hell do you mean, stop?' he gasped. "There's no way we're going to stop now, baby.'
"I tried to fight him off, wrestling with him, twisting and turning under his weight, but it seemed to do no good. In desperation I brought one knee up between his legs, and although I didn't do the damage I intended, my blow did cause him to rear back away from me, and when he did I lunged forward, trying to get out from under him. It didn't work.
"Instead of escaping, our combined sudden movements sent the couch crashing over backwards, rolling both of us to the floor. Somehow, by some chance I don't understand, I ended up lying on my stomach, my face pressed against the carpet, with William on top of me, his hands under me, cupping my breasts in his palms.
"The fall had knocked the breath out of me, and for long minutes I couldn't move. Before I had a chance to do anything more about getting William off me, about ending this event which had almost cost me what I was determined to keep, his lips were at the back of my neck, under my hair, kissing, touching, running his tongue lightly across the skin. I twisted my head in an attempt to escape his touch, but that only brought my ear into his range, and immediately his tongue plunged into it, his breath following, again sending those fires of sexual excitement crashing through my body.
"His hands gently squeezed my breasts as his legs spread mine apart, his still out-thrust penis sliding into the cleft between my buttocks, pushing downwards into the hair between my legs. I began to fight him again, fighting also the emotions that were flooding through my body at his touch, as the head of his penis once again touched my opening, inflaming the lips of my vagina with the heat of his passion.
"The burst of energy which had thrown us off the couch must have drained my reserves, because I could again feel an irresistible passion taking charge of my body as my struggles became less and less effective against his touch. My mind was still working, though, and I was sure that this time his prodding penis was going to move deep into my vagina.
"That, as I learned later, was not his intention, though. He rubbed the head of it against my wet lips for a few seconds, then I felt it sliding back, into the crack between my cheeks. -
"His hands pulled out from under my breasts, giving them one last squeeze, and came down to my hips, lifting me, bending me at the waist as his knees came up between my thighs, spreading my legs wide. I felt the head of his penis pressing in against me, shifting around as if searching for a specific target, the wetness of William's lubrication and the juice picked up from my own vagina coating the inside of my buttocks with a slippery-cold mixture.
"Then, with a suddenness that took my breath away, the head of it was pressing against my anus, seeking entrance to me there. It was as though an electric shock passed through my body, and then the tearing pain as he shoved himself into me seemed to split my body apart. Only the moisture he had picked up from my vagina, lubricating his entrance, kept the pain down to the point where I was able to keep my consciousness. Still, the pain washed a red haze over my mind and I heard myself crying out for him to stop before he tore me in half.
"William pushed harder and harder, sliding that massive piece of flesh into me, deeper and deeper until I could feel his scrotum bouncing against the opening of my vagina, the hair on it tickling me and sending fresh thrills of passion into my body to mix with the red fire of the pain I was feeling. He was finally in all the way, his penis buried full length inside my rectum, and again I felt his lips at the back of my neck, kissing me, his tongue drawing little lines of wetness across my skin.
"His hands, still clutching my hips, lifted me higher, then one of them went under me, between my legs, a finger sliding into my vagina, plunging deep, then coming out and forward to touch softly the nub of my clitoris.
"A flash of shuddering sexuality flooded through my body, and once again that ball of fire that had been growing in my belly started to pulse with life. I completely forgot about the pain as his finger worked back and forth around that little button of exquisitely sensi- tive flesh, every so often plunging deep inside my vagina again, then pulling slowly out to return to my clitoris. Slowly his penis began to slide out of my rectum, and when I could feel the head of it just inside the tight circle of my anus he began to move it forward again, beginning a pumping motion that my body matched without conscious thought.
"In seconds it seemed that floods of nerve-charring fire were tiding through my shaking body. My head, which I had been shaking from side to side, trying to shake the fog of emotion loose, went down onto the carpet, supporting my weight as my hands went back of their own accord, spreading wide my buttocks with feverishly grasping fingers, spreading myself wide for his thrusts. He pumped against me harder and harder, faster and faster, as his busy finger tortured the nub of my clitoris, chasing it as it disappeared into my body, a body which was tensing up, locking to rigidity as that ball of fire in my belly moved downward, down toward my vanished clitoral nub, down to an outward explosion that I knew was only seconds away.
"I heard his ragged gasping and a harsh cry from behind me, then a burning hot flood of fluid washed against the walls of my rectum, the spurting stream matched by a tearing jerking of William's organ as he buried it deep inside me with a slamming thrust that almost flattened me on the carpet, a spurting stream and slamming thrust that set off my own or- gasm, the first I had ever received from a man. It was an orgasm that tore through my body like a stunning shock of electricity, setting every nerve to screaming and jumping, locking every muscle in a cramp that almost made me double up with the pleasure/pain it poured through me. My body slammed back against William, trying to drive more and more of him into my demanding body, and a flood of wetness poured from my vagina, out around his still pumping finger.
"Minutes that seemed like hours later I felt my body beginning to relax, my muscles loosening up as the tides of passion slowed their thundering through my body. Exhaustion seemed to clamp down over my mind and body like a dark shroud, and I fell forward on the carpet, unable to move. For long minutes I fought to get my breath back, to get oxygen into my lungs, and it was as though it was happening to someone else when I felt William's rapidly softening penis withdrawing from my rectum, the head passing through the tight sphincter of my anus with an audible pop.
"As I fought to get my body and my thoughts under control I opened my eyes, the realization flooding me that all of this, this unbelievable event, had happened in a room full of other people. Shame and embarrassment flooded through my body, then I saw, in the narrow field of vision allowed me by my prone position, that nobody seemed to be watching what William had been doing to my body. Indeed, as my eyes searched through the gloom, I saw another couple, the woman bent over the back of a chair, engaging in exactly the same sort of act.
"I couldn't believe what I was seeing, then the knowledge flashed into my mind that this was some sort of sex club that William had brought me to. A club for people who, evidently, had rather strange sexual ideas. At first my only thought was of escape, but then I realized that, despite my fighting against it, I had finally released the sexual tensions that had been filling my body for so long, released them in a most enjoyable, if initially somewhat painful, way, and, best of all, I was still a virgin!"
With most women the term "frigidity" is used exclusively to describe a woman who either does not respond at all to the various forms of sexual stimulation, or a woman who is unable, for one reason or another, to achieve a satisfactory orgasm.
Betty W-, as we have seen throughout the course of her narrative, was both responsive to erotic stimulation and quite capable of having a satisfactory orgasm. Nonetheless, she was psy-chodynamically frigid, in that she was unable to enter into a heterosexual relationship for psychological reasons.
Bypassing the varied inapplicable physiological causes for her frigidity, such as malfunctions of the ovarian cycle, a problem from which she did not suffer, we find that the probable psychological factors affecting her unusual sexual frigidity were a fear of impregnation, fear of rejection by the sexual partner, envy and hostility toward the male, and fear and/or guilt regarding penetration and the total impropriety of the sex act as she saw it. Sex was viewed by Betty as an act of violence and there was both conscious and unconscious fear of physical mutilation, which her hoped-for future husband would find revolting when he discovered it on their wedding night. Consequently, any form of sexual activity, coitus in particular, was regarded by Betty as a direct threat against both her emotional and physical well-being.
In many cases, and quite evidently in Betty's, frigidity can and is used as a weapon against the male. Deep inside, unconsciously, Betty felt inferior to the male, and therefore was hostile to the male because of both anatomical and economical differences, and, of course, because of her inferiority in social roles, a factor she was consciously aware of. Because of her dependency upon the male for social entertainment, with its concomitant sexual frustrations when the male engages in the inevitable sexual advances after a social evening, Betty's frigidity can be seen as a strong bid for independence from her dependency upon the male.
Betty's psycho-sexual frigidity might also have been a defense against earlier, childhood, unacceptable impulses, such as competitiveness with her mother, or forbidden infantile sexual fantasies. The inability to assume a completely female orientation, because of a preoccupation with feared competition or domination, may have led her to a psychologically diminished capacity to engage in sex acts which would lead to sexual satisfaction.
In effect, the sexual frustration release phenomenon of a complete orgasm, unaccompanied by fear or guilt, may have been equated by Betty with loss of control and with concomitant aggressive, destructive or violent behavior. Fear of these aggressive or destructive impulses led to damaged self-esteem and the expectation of retaliatory behavior from her hoped-for future husband, and no doubt contributed strongly to the sexual inhibition which was expressed in her resolution to avoid all sexual encounters prior to her eventual marriage.
Apropos of Betty's fears, L. A. Kirkendall, in his Premarital Intercourse and Interpersonal Relations, noted that:
There is no concensus about the effects of premarital intercourse on successful marital adjustment. There is no statistical evidence in favor of premarital sex helping later sexual adjustment, but a couple's viewpoint toward premarital sex may range from a highly positive one to a very damaging one. The negative effects on marriage attributed to premarital sex have been ex- aggerated in pur culture, presumably as a result of religious views that equate sex outside of marriage with sin.
Just as Kinsey found that the most important psychosocial coordinate that had a negative effect on the sexual behavior of women was religion, so did Kirkendall note that those who are reared with a rigid attitude toward sex are likely to experience strong guilt reactions in suggested premarital intercourse, such as that which Betty had been repeatedly invited into.
For us to understand fully Betty's situation, some evaluation of our current cultural norms is necessary. An adaptive sexual relationship between a man and a woman is normally possible between partners who are not yet married, or not even intending marriage, despite Betty's fears.
The achievement of healthy sexual intimacy and mutual respect cannot be traced to something intrinsic in the ritual of marriage itself, since many neurotic interactions occur within the framework of marriage as well as outside of it. In view of our cultural disapproval of non-marital coitus, however, a large number of premarital coital acts may be nonsexually motivated. They may, for example, merely represent an acting out of a rebellion against authority, and this appears to be one of the prime factors which had led Betty W-into joining the anal cult.
There is, therefore, a very good chance that Betty's active participation in anal sexual activity is at least partially neurotic and psycho-pathological in origin, a reaction against the coming loss of independence in marriage, which she nonetheless seeks as the most desirable goal in her future.
At first this would seem to indicate that Betty will, now that she has joined the anal cult and found a psychologically acceptable outlet for her sexual frustrations, never be able to join with a man in a mutually satisfactory marriage relationship.
However, despite the neurotic basis for the marriage which Betty will eventually take part in, and which will no doubt include several varieties of destructive emotional and sexual behavior, including analism as the preferred method of achieving sexual gratification, the psychological and social assets of marriage for Betty are inestimable. Marriage for her can provide the structure for the maintenance of love, intimacy, sexual gratification, and the eventual development of a satisfactory family life over a period of years.
"For a long time I just sort of ignored Betty. From my first day in the office, after I was transferred in from the little office out in the suburbs that I had' been stuck in, I had heard about her lack of cooperation when it came to sex. It seemed as though every guy in the office had tried at least once, and not a single one had scored.
"As you've probably guessed from what Betty told you in her interview, I have some pretty definite ideas as to what is most enjoyable in sex, and they don't involve simple balling. I mean, I dig a cunt as well as the next guy, and I've never been known to turn down an offer to stick either my cock or my tongue into one, but it's that old shit-chute that I really dig. Going in the back door, so to speak. I guess there are some really tight pussies around, especially on young virgins, but I'll bet there isn't a cunt in this world that's as tight as a good asshole, and, believe me, tightness is where it's at.
"I had heard all the stories about Betty being a virgin, and intending to stay one, so I hadn't taken a shot at her. After all, getting into an anal scene is pretty strong stuff for a chick who's never tried it, and if she hasn't even tried straight sex yet, there isn't much chance that she's going to give the more far-out stuff a try, especially if she's a prude like Betty.
"Then, when I was sitting around the office one day trying to look busy, Betty walked over to get something out of the file cabinets right across from my desk. Whatever it was she wanted was in a bottom drawer, and when she bent over her skirt stretched tight across that beautiful little ass of hers, outlining the crack between her buns like she didn't have a thing on, and I knew that I had to find some way to get into her. It became a do-or-die challenge.
"The more I thought about it, the more I realized that, maybe, just maybe, she might be even more willing to go for a little anal action than most other chicks. After all, she was intent on keeping her cherry, and she must have been getting pretty horny, judging from her age, so what better way to have a ball and keep her cherry, too, than giving up a little of that sweet brown hole.
"As she told you, I turned out to be right. She fought like hell to keep me from getting my cock into her cunt, but when I got her on the floor and stuck it to her ass she cooperated all the way, and let me tell you, when she came it was like I had ahold of a wildcat. That chick jerked and twisted and humped all over the floor, cramming her ass up against me like she couldn't get enough of it. She was really something else!
"After she got cooled down I scored us another couple of drinks, and gave her a rundown on the house. A couple of years ago a bunch of us who had a thing about assholes got together and formed this club, everyone calls it a cult now, I guess because of some of the group activities that we go in for from time to time. Anyway, we all contributed our lists of chicks who dug the anal scene, threw a big party, and right afterward we hit on the chicks about forming a club. Sort of like a swapping club, but only with asshole fucking.
"It didn't work out quite that way, since almost everyone who digs asshole sex also digs straight sex and sucking, and a few of the girls wouldn't go for the sharing bit, but we had enough people to get the thing started, and when the word spread around we got a lot of new applicants. If you want to see something, you ought to come to one of our initiations. They're really something else, with cocks and assholes all over the place, all of them busy.
"Anyway, I had a long talk with Betty about the whole scene, and the more I talked, the more she seemed to dig it. She even shocked the hell out of me by putting her hand on my cock while I was talking about it, as if she couldn't wait to get it back into her ass again. When I asked her if she'd be interested in joining the club, or The Cult, if you want to use the name the newcomers have given it, I thought she was going to pull my cock right off, she squeezed so hard! Then I had to give her the kicker. The information that I figured would probably chase her right out of the place.
"A new member, to join the club, has to pass sort of an entrance examination. That's because we have so many applicants. Every month we elect two members, one guy and one chick, as examiners. A new chick has to get balled in the ass by the guy, and a new guy has to ball the chick in the bung-hole. If they pass the exam, they're members. If they don't, they're still welcome as guests occasionally, but that's it. I figured that Betty was certainly good enough to pass the test, but I didn't think she'd be willing to take it. Boy, was I wrong!
"I guess the reaming I'd given her, coupled with the fact that she'd been storing it up for so many years, must have snapped something in her mind. From that time on she just couldn't seem to get enough anal action, and she even got to where she dug a lot of oral activity both before and after. Let me tell you, that girl could suck a mean cock, too. That's getting a little ahead of the story, though.
"When she agreed to the examination, I called over Burt, the examiner for that month, and when I told him what I wanted, several other people who were there that night heard, and gathered around to watch, including Cora, the female examiner.
"For a few minutes. Betty looked like she might back out, what with all the spectators, but I guess her urge to have a fat cock shoved up her ass won out, 'cause she stayed.
"Burt dropped his pants and shorts, and I almost laughed when I heard the gasp that Betty let out at the sight of his cock. He's easily got the biggest one in the club, close to ten inches long, and I knew that Betty was wondering whether she could take all that muscle up her tight little ass. For that matter, I was wondering about it, too.
"Burt didn't waste a whole lot of time getting started with the examination. He let her look at it for a couple of minutes, to let her see just what it was she was going to be getting, then he got out the tube of K-Y lubricant he always carries and handed it to her.
"Betty looked at it for a minute as if she didn't understand what it was for, then you could almost see the light bulb go on over her head as she got the idea, a smile spreading across her lips as she unscrewed the cap and squeezed out a little of the clear jelly onto her fingers. She dropped down to her knees in front of Burt, and I'll be damned if she didn't plant a big kiss right on the head of his cock before she started to spread the K-Y around on it. It was the damnedest thing I had ever seen, and I knew damn well that there wasn't a guy in the office who would believe me if I told him about it. Sweet, cherry, prudish little Betty, kissing a complete stranger's cock. What a gas!
"Burt held out his hand, and when Betty took it he pulled her to her feet and led her into one of the bedrooms, with the crowd following right along, with me out in front. I wouldn't have missed that for anything. Once inside the room, Burt led her over to the low bed, actually just a bedspread-covered foam pad, and laid her out on her stomach. He took one of the big pillows from up at the head of the bed and slipped it under her stomach, raising her ass up in the air. When he spread her legs apart, her little brown rosebud of an asshole was right there in plain sight, as tight looking as a spinster's pussy, and still gleaming from all the wetness of my come.
"I sort of got the idea, standing there watching, that Betty was kind of wishing she hadn't agreed to the examination when Burt started shoving that cock up her ass. We could see him putting some pretty heavy pressure on her hole, and even with the K-Y it didn't want to let him in. Both her asshole and the head of Burt's cock were shiny with the ointment, and sweat was dripping off both their faces as he pushed against her. We could see that Burt's cock was slowly forcing its way inside, the tight elastic ring of her anal sphincter yielding slowly, almost grudgingly to the pressure of his advancing cock. She must have felt like she was taking a shit to end all shits, passing the biggest of possible turds, as he slid through the hole. Suddenly her asshole opened, and with a thrust that brought a moan to Betty's lips Burt slammed his cock all the way into her, burying it right up to the base. The cheeks of her ass were spread wide, pressed against his body, and she came up off the bed jackknifed, driving her ass back against him. It might have hurt when he started to put it in, but you could sure see that the feeling of it inside of her had turned her on. She was wiggling and turning and twisting all over the bed, just begging for him to start pumping away at her.
"She was really getting with it, and Burt, wanting to give her as much pleasure as possible, had his hands around in front of her, one working on her right tit while the other played with her pussy and clit. It was really some sight!
"We were all getting pretty horny, and I guess Cora, the female examiner for that month, just couldn't take it anymore. She could have grabbed just about any of us for a little ass-reaming, but we've suspected for a long time that Cora's a little off, sexually, and what she did in that room tended to indicate that we were right in our suspicions.
"Cora jumped onto the low bed, grabbed Betty by the hair, and roughly pulled her head up. She was naked from the waist down, obviously having pulled her clothes off while the rest of us were watching Burt and Betty, and with a quick, sliding motion she was sitting in front of Betty, her legs on either side of her shoulders. Betty's eyes flew open, and before any of us had a chance to react Cora had shoved Betty's face down tight against her pussy.
" 'Eat me, whore. Eat me right up to my navel, you little bitch,' Cora grunted hoarsely at Betty's struggling head. A couple of us started to move forward to pull Cora away, but stopped when we saw that Betty was cooperating, doing what Cora wanted, eating her way right into Cora's dripping pussy.
"From where we were standing we could see Betty's tongue darting in and out of Cora's pussy, digging deep, nibbling at Cora's king-size clitoris, licking and lapping and slurping and mixing her saliva with Cora's love juice like it was the greatest thing in the world. At the rate she was going, I figured that it was only going to take a couple of seconds for Cora to get her rocks off, and sure enough, I was right. Cora came right out with a scream when she creamed into Betty's mouth, an event we didn't get to see because just before she started to come Cora slammed Betty's head down tight into her crotch, blocking our view. What a bummer that was!
"As soon as she had stopped all her shuddering and shaking, a couple of us helped Cora to her feet and then went back to watching Burt pump away at Betty's ass with that supercock of his. She really seemed to be digging it, and as he pumped faster and faster at her, Betty seemed to really get into it, eventually resting her weight on her head and shoulders, instead of taking a lot of it on her arms, and reaching down in back of her to ring Burt's sliding prick with her fingers for a minute, then going on to squeezing his balls. Burt went right through the roof when she did that, slamming his cock in and out of her cunt like it was the first piece of ass he'd had in months, screwing his eyes closed and lifting his head into the air like he was searching for something to breathe.
"Both of them were sobbing and gasping for air, and I could see the little muscles all over Betty's body jumping and tensing, then relaxing, only to tighten up again as she began to grind her ass around in little circles, twisting at Burt's cock. That was all it took. Burt shot his load into her, and when he did she came right along with him, flattening out on the bed, letting out a scream that could have been heard outside if the house hadn't been soundproofed, and squeezing Burt's balls so hard he let out a yell and slammed down on top of her, out of his kneeling position, driving the full length of his cock into her asshole, and probably almost breaking it off as the angle changed. I sure did envy him. It isn't often that you get to come like that, or get an asshole that's as good to work on as Betty's. I made up my mind right then that I was going to get as much out of her as I could, stick my cock in her as deep and as often as the other guys in the club would allow. After all, I was the one who brought her in, who introduced her to the ways of anal sex. I should have some rights, shouldn't I? So, maybe you can tell me why she never seems to have any time for me anymore. It seems like the only person who really gets to spend any time with her is Burt... and what's Burt got that the rest of us don't have? I mean, besides a superbig cock."
Betty W's wholehearted joining in the sexual activities of the anal cult as a means of relieving her sexual frustrations will, in the end, probably help, rather than hinder, her eventual adjustment to a marital situation.
As explained earlier, her psychosexual fri- gidity is not, as she believes, a factor related to her desire to remain a virgin until marriage, but rather an unconscious rebellion against the restrictions of marriage. Her anal activities, and loosening sexual inhibitions, will in all probability aid her in overcoming these unconscious fears, eventually allowing her to take part in normal sexual intercourse without feeling the guilt which would undoubtedly have broken up a marriage had it taken place prior to her introduction to the strange activities of the anal cult.
In my second interview with a member of the cult, outlined in his own words in the next chapter, I found a man bothered by what appears to be a form of sexual paranoia in which he believed that every woman with whom he came into contact had plans to force him into deviant sexual acts.
A member for almost six months, Tom A- is still in the process of making a psychological and psychosexual adjustment to his anal ac-:ivities. Whether or not that adjustment will be successful is still to be seen.
CHAPTER TWO
All the Perverted Females
"I guess you could say that getting involved in The Cult was just one of those things that always seem to be happening to me. You know, some people seem to be lucky in everything they do, and some people are just plain unlucky, all the time. Some people have a natural talent for some things, and some people have no talent at all, for anything.
"Don't get impatient. By saying all this I'm not trying to make some sort of deep philosophical statement or anything. I'm just leading up to the 'why' and 'how' of my getting into The Cult.
"Some things happen to some people, over and over again, for no known reason. They just do. With me, it's that every chick I meet is weird. I'll walk into a bar, there will be twenty chicks sitting there, nineteen of them normal, healthy women with normal, healthy desires and appetites, one of them really strange, and guess which one I'll end up talking to, and probably taking home? Right! The weirdo!
"While this can lead to some pretty fun-type evenings, it can get to be a drag after a while. I mean, after ending up in bed with chicks who dig only oral sex, chicks who get turned on only if you suck their big toe for ten minutes first, one chick who had to read comic books while she was screwing or she couldn't climax, and so on, I begin to get real hungry for a normal chick who is looking for some normal sex. That's why, one night, I started out determined to try something different. I was going to go down to my favorite bar, but I was not going to try to pick up a chick. I was just going to go in, order a drink, and sit there. I figured that maybe a chick would come after me, and maybe not. But, hopefully, if one did, since she would be picking me up, instead of me picking her up, it would break the pattern and she'd be a little less strange than what I usually ended up with. That's what I was hoping, anyway.
"Let me tell you, it was really different. Actually enjoyable. Just sitting there, sipping a drink and listening to the music, without working my balls off trying to score. No tension, no hassle, no put-downs. It looked like it was going to be a really nice evening, even if I had to end up going home alone, "Not that I'd have had to, if I didn't want to. Go borne alone, that is. There must have been at least fifteen broads in there by themselves, and only six or seven single men. If I had wanted to try, I'm sure I'd have had no trouble scoring. Of course, I knew what kind of chick I'd score. Probably some ding-a-ling who dug screwing only while standing on her head in the shower.
"Along about eleven I spotted a really sharp one. Blonde hair, blue eyes, nice shape, and on the right side of thirty. And if those rocks she was wearing were real, she must have been loaded, too.
"Anyway, I was just sitting there looking, and there she came, straight for my area of the bar. I wondered if she was going to stop by me, or was headed down to the crowded end of the bar, then stopped wondering as she sat down next to me. I began to think that maybe it was time for my luck to take a big turn for the better.
" 'Hi. Can I buy you a drink?' I asked. Up close she looked even better, and if those weren't real diamonds, I was prepared to eat them, without salt.
" 'Sure. Thank you. I'm Janice.' Her voice was pure sex, and the smile she gave me with that thank you was bright enough to light up the whole room.
" 'You're welcome,' I said, showing off my sparkling turn of conversation. 'My name's Tom. I don't recall seeing you here before. Do you live around here?' Always get right to the point, my daddy used to tell me.
" 'Not far. This is my first time in here. I was on my way to a party, and I felt like a drink, so I thought I'd stop in for a few minutes.' The bartender delivered our drinks, and we touched glasses before tasting them, almost like a promise of something to come that neither of us was quite willing to bring out in the open yet.
"As we sipped our drinks we continued the small talk, getting friendlier with each passing second, until, by the time the glasses were empty, we were laughing, joking, and babbling on like we had known each other for years. I began to get the feeling that this was IT! I started to order another round, but Janice put her hand on my arm to stop me.
" 'Thanks, Tom, but I'd better get going. I wasn't planning on staying even this long.'
"Oh, no! She couldn't do this to me! 'Aw, come on. Surely you have time for one more. That is, unless you have a husband waiting at the party, or something?' I gave her my best little-boy smile, full of hope.
" 'I'm sorry, but I really have to get going. I promised I'd be there by ten, and it's almost midnight already.' I tried to look as unhappy as I felt at her words, and I guess I must have succeeded. 'I don't want to spoil your evening, though,' she said with another of those five-megaton smiles. 'If you want, why don't you come on to the party with me, and I'll buy you a drink?'
"Oh, yeah! Baby, you'd better believe that's what I wanted. I didn't even bother answering her. I picked up a couple of bills I had on the bar, leaving a single for the bartender, got up, took her arm, and led her out the door. Once outside she started leading me, first to a Caddy convert parked at the curb right in front of the club, then, after a short drive, to a very expensive-looking house.
"She led me up the walk and right through the front door without knocking, which gave me the idea that the party must have been at her house. It turned out that the idea was wrong, but I didn't find out for sure whose house it was until much later, after I became a member.
"I got the idea right away that it was a pretty strange kind of party. The lights inside were very dim, most of the illumination coming from a big fireplace, and there seemed to be several couples sitting around on couches making out. There was soft music playing, and an elusive scent of incense in the air.
" 'You'll find everything you need for the drinks over there at the bar,' she said. 'Make me one, will you, while I take care of something. I'll be ;back in a minute.' The smile came on again, she went up on her toes to brush her lips lightly across mine, and then she was gone, down a hallway that seemed to lead toward the back of the house.
"I mixed us a pair of drinks, a strong one for me and a somewhat milder one for her, then sat down on one of the few unoccupied couches in the room to await her return. After a few min- utes of sitting, trying not to watch what was going on around me, though, I became pretty impatient, and when the records ran out on the stereo I walked over to it, picking out and putting on the turntable some soft and romantic music that had a sexy Latin beat behind it.
"By the time I had the records playing I had finished my drink, so I mixed myself another one and sat down to wait some more. Fifteen endless minutes went by with still no sign of her, but more and more action getting going on the couches, so I decided to go looking for her. I recall one chick who asked to be excused for a minute, then came back half an hour later, madder than hell. She had been waiting for me to take the hint and follow her-to bed. Oh, well!
"A hallway led off the living room, lined with closed doors. I couldn't hear anything, so I walked back along the hallway, finally seeing one door slightly open, with a small amount of light spilling through the crack into the dark hall. I pushed it open a bit to. look in, and when I did, she looked up at me.
" 'Come on in and relax, Tom. I'll be through in a minute.' She was sitting, no, by God, standing, in the biggest bathtub I had ever seen. It was more like an indoor pool. A good fifteen feet long by ten wide, and, judging by the amount of her showing above the surface, between four and five feet deep.
"Her body, what I could see of it through the translucent water, was magnificent, and created a case of instant hard on. Not waiting for an invitation, but I must admit wondering slightly about what sort of party one went to to take a bath, I stripped my clothes off and slid into the tub, filled with warm-but-not-hot water, and reached for her. Her hand went below the surface and began immediately to stroke my hot cock, and I bent my head to lick the glistening drops of water off those lovely tits. We were both hot and ready, and I wondered if she would stay hot all the way to a bedroom, or even if I would be able to find an open bedroom in this strange party house. I need not have bothered wondering. It soon became evident that she wanted it right there, in that big tub of water.
"She pushed me back toward the edge of the tub, and I found that there were steps going down into it. I sat down on the middle one, and she quickly dipped her head underwater to kiss the head of my prick, running her tongue all over it, at the same time starting to tickle my balls with her fingertips.
"She came up for a quick breath of air, then went right down again, this time wrapping her lips around my cock and taking it all the way into her mouth. She was really getting to me, I thought, and then she really did it. She began blowing bubbles, and the tickling sensation they sent running up the length of my cock nearly drove me right out of that tub and up the nearest wall.
"She came up for air again, and when she did, I grabbed her, pulling her tight against me, kissing her long and hard while my hands roamed over her body. I was still sitting on that step, and she sat down on one of my legs, wrapping her legs around mine and pressing her hairy crotch against my knee, sliding back and forth, partially supported by the water, and I could see that the feel of the wiry hairs on my leg, brushing against the lips of her cunt and her clitoris, was really getting to her.
"I slid down onto the bottom step, bringing the water level up to the middle of my chest, and when I did I tried to spread her legs apart, to wrap them around my waist. She shook her head, though, giving me another dose of that smile, and pulled away from me. For a minute I almost panicked, thinking that she had only been teasing. Then she had turned completely around in the water and was coming back against me, pressing her body to mine, only this time it was her ass, not her cunt, that was pressing against the head of my cock.
"She must have planned the whole thing to happen that way, because there was some kind of lubricant, waterproof, of course, spread around and into her anus. We sat there for a couple of seconds, half floating, with the fine hair between her legs waving around in the water and brushing against the head of my cock, rapidly bringing me to the point where I had to get my cock into her body or I was going to be shooting a load of come right into the water. I grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto me, sliding my cock right through her relaxed sphincter and deep into her hot rectum. Her hands went under my thighs, fingers locking into my skin, and we just sat there for a minute, savoring the sensation of our hot bodies locked together in the cooling water, then she released the pressure of her hands on my legs and floated upwards, the friction of my cock inside her tight asshole the only thing that kept her from floating completely away from me and out into the pool.
"I pulled her down again, and when I released her she floated upwards again. It was an easy way to ball, even in the ass, but soon the pressures and needs that were filling us couldn't accept that slow-motion action. She began to use her legs, and soon she was bouncing up and down on me as my hips began to jerk in time with her motion. Sweat was pouring off both of us as we ass-fucked away, half-in and half-out of the cool water of the tub, and it was only minutes before her moans and shudders told me that she was ready to come. At first I couldn't figure out how she was getting such a turn-on from my cock in her ass; then, sort of over-her-shoulder, I saw that she had her fingers busy in her wide-open cunt and on her clit. I reached around her waist, brushed her hands away, and took up the finger-fucking action myself, sliding them in and out, hooking a fingertip inside to feel all around, pinching at the little love- button that was hardening into a marble.
"My own climax was ready, and when I felt her cunt contracting and shuddering around my fingers and her asshole pinching tight around my cock I let myself fire, driving up with my hips so hard that I came off the step and we floated out into the tub, with my cock buried deep inside her ass, jerking and straining as I pumped hot come into her.
"Just as I was jerking hard into her ass we went completely under the surface, and the shock of that cool water closing over our sweating upper bodies caused both of us to climax all over again. We came up sputtering and laughing, and as I slowly pulled my cock out of her tight asshole I almost cried out from the pleasure and pain as the comparatively cold water hit it.
"We climbed out of the tub, and I pulled her over to where a big bath towel had been spread on the tile floor next to the tub. My cock hadn't softened a bit, and I was ready for more and more of that body of hers, but this time I wanted some of that hot cunt I had had my fingers buried in.
"She dropped to the towel without complaint, and I knelt over her, bringing my head down between her legs, tongue extended, lapping away at her still quivering cunt lips, tasting her love-juice mixed with the soapy taste of the water from the tub. Her hands, pressing against my body, directed me around until my cock was over her mouth, and when she took the head of it between her lips, reflex action took over, and I shoved it down into her waiting mouth until I could feel my balls bobbing against her nose. Her control over her gag reflex must have been as good as her control of her anus, because I felt the head of my cock slide right past the back of her mouth and into her throat. She put some powerful suction on it, and I began pumping my tongue in and out of her cunt as fast as I could move it, stopping every five or six strokes for a little lick and nibble at her clit. I had my hands under her ass, pulling her cunt up to my face, and without thinking about it a finger strayed to her asshole, still smeared with lubricant and wet with my come. I had a feeling I was going to be back inside that hot little hole before long."
From his comments regarding the various girls he has associated with, it is evident that Tom F-has a streak of masochism in his psychological makeup, probably caused by repressed guilt feelings.
After talking to him I took my notes, minus any names, to my psychiatrist friend, and after first telling me that it would be impossible for him to make any sort of clinically valid evaluation, he gave me a rundown on the probable causes of Tom's condition, his reaction to his introduction into the anal cult, and a possible prognosis.
In a psychiatric evaluation of an individual, the main concern should be with the actual life performance of the person, rather than with the symptoms he displays or the psychodynamics of each symptom. To this extent Tom can be considered to be a satisfactorily adjusted person, in that he has come to terms with his emotional and psychological problems, especially what might be called his personality disturbances which led him into a life-style where the achievement of a satisfactory sexual experience became all-important.
"Personality" refers to the sum total of the patterns of thoughts, feeling, and behavior that an individual habitually employs in his ongoing adaptation to life. Personality is often used synonymously with character, although the two are not exactly the same.
Normal personality implies a state of maximal fulfillment in terms of a flexible adaptation to adult reality. For most people, however, personality development involves a process of becoming psychologically rigid and of making peace with one's own illogicalities, eccentricities, and follies.
As a result of personality rigidity, there is a certain loss of freedom of thought and action. However, overt symptom formation is prevented thereby. The structural rigidities of a personality often conceal a deep-seated psychopathol-ogy. Under stressful conditions sufficient to disrupt these structures, severe symptom forma- tion, including overt psychosis, often erupt.
In Tom's case the developing symptoms indicate to the psychiatrist that Tom will probably fall into a paranoid type of behavior, providing, of course, that the analism in which he has become involved does not create an emotional outlet strong enough to suppress the paranoid reaction.
Paranoia often takes on an erotic formulation, and it is easily seen that the eroticism of the paranoid person is basically a denial of his own desires and a projection of these desires upon another person. This other person is someone whom the subject actually perceives, however incorrectly, as the object of the passion. In other words, the unnatural sexual acts which Tom states he finds in most of the girls with whom he becomes related are actually acts which he desires, but, in repressing those desires, he paranoically attributes the desires entirely to them, believing that they are forcing him to take part in these unnatural acts.
Sigmund Freud early developed the hypothesis that such paranoia arises when homosexual tendencies escape the repression in which they have been held through fear of their exposure. Because of this it has been taken for granted for a long time that any person who develops a paranoid reaction of the type from which Tom suffers is basically a homosexual and that his homosexuality arises from a fear of castration. Nevertheless, modern students of psychiatric theory have found that when the evidence is closely examined, serious difficulties arise concerning these assumptions.
Clinical evidence of the past four decades does not consistently support Freud's theory. Clinical reports have come from persons within the American Psychoanalytic Association, as well as from independent researchers. They simply state the fact that, clinically, one does not find paranoid reactions necessarily related to homosexuality.
A great number of overtly homosexual persons never develop paranoid delusions, and a great many persons are paranoid without being homosexually inclined. It is easy enough to dismiss such clinical material with the challenge that at least latent homosexuality can be demonstrated in persons who develop paranoid reactions. But latent homosexuality is far more widely distributed than are paranoid reactions. There may be some relationship between the two, but, as Dr. S. F. Klaf in his article "Evidence of Paranoid Ideation in Overt Homosexuals," appearing in the Journal of Social Therapy, pointed out:
The relationship between the homosexual and the individual exhibiting paranoid reactions does not appear to be a casual one. Therefore, we must assume that the two aspects of homosexuality and paranoia, while they may be found together in one individ- ual, are not necessarily connected as primary symptoms.
Persons such as Tom F- who develop erotic paranoid reactions are probably persons who in early childhood were unsuccessful in developing basic trust. The importance of such basic trust or basic confidence becomes immediately apparent when it is considered how completely helpless the infant or very young child is unless someone else reliably helps him.
In order to understand how Tom's paranoid reactions could have developed, we must understand that even the most normal person lives on trust. He must take action continuously on the basis of fragmentary information, which only later events can confirm or contradict. A person must assume all the time, without confirmation, that people in general are well disposed toward him, or at the very least that they will to the best of their ability avoid harming him.
The normal, everyday person hears parts of a sentence or sees fragments of behavior around him and assumes that what he misses will not put him in personal jeopardy.
Tom F-, however, when it comes to sexually charged matters, is an entirely different situation. There is in everyone always an undercurrent of magical and superstitious thinking that is not released except in dreams, and even then it is almost always forgotten.
In persons such as Tom, though, we find that the most outstanding characteristic is one of a deep sexual mistrust of women and usually a strong tendency to deny his hostility toward these women. He constantly projects his own hostility onto these women, claiming, even to himself, that their sexual abnormalities are strictly their own, with his paranoia forcing him to claim that he is dragged into these unnatural affairs completely against his will.
In essence, this is as satisfactory a solution to Tom's problems as can be expected without professional help. However, with his entrance into the anal cult he will soon find that his defenses are being broken down, since he can no longer blame his actions entirely upon others, and this is liable to lead to an emotional breakdown which will completely destroy his successful adaptation.
"Finding Tom in that little bar wasn't really quite as much of an accident as he thought. At that time I was making it a regular practice to make the rounds of three or four bars before going to cult meetings, just to see if I could spot any likely candidates.
"There's something about people who become involved in anal activities such as we have here that I can spot, even if I can't explain what it is. I guess it's sort of like that saying that one queer can spot another, anytime, anyplace. Well, I can spot ass people the same way.
"I guess, subconsciously, I knew that al- though Tom was ready for analism, he had to be led in slowly, and that our anal activities would have to be sort of shrouded, hidden behind other forms of sexual activity, to give him time to get used to the whole idea of a club made up of ass freaks like me.
"That's why I went through the bit with the bathtub. I don't have any excessive cleanliness hang-ups, or anything like that. I just wanted to present Tom's introduction into analism in a way that was unusual enough for it to completely catch his attention. The bathtub accomplished that, and gave me quite a thrill at the same time. I had never tried that particular type of action before, but I know I'm going to keep it in mind in the future, whenever I become bored with straight ass-fucking.
"I heard him coming along the hallway about ten or fifteen minutes after I left him in the living room, and was ready for him when he pushed open the bathroom door a little bit and peeked in.
"It didn't take much to give him the idea. He took one look at me there in that big tub, really a small pool, stripped off his clothes, and slipped over the edge into the water next to me. His cock was already hard, sticking out in front of him like some kind of robotic probe, searching for a target.
"As soon as he was settled in next to me, I reached down, under the surface of the water, and wrapped my fingers around his cock. It was pretty big, about seven inches long, and hard, hot, and pulsing with desire. Just the kind of cock I needed to make me happy that night, shoved deep in my ass. First, though, for a little side action, just to get him in the right mood.
"He gave me a long look, sort of like he was wondering just what was going on, then bent his head forward and down, running his tongue across one of my breasts, then licking and sucking and biting lightly at the nipple. I must really have been horny that night, because he turned me on right away, and my ass was fairly aching to feel his cock inside of it.
"I gave him a little shove on his hairy chest, pushing him back toward the shallow end of the tub, directing him toward the steps, which we would need for what I had in mind. He almost tripped as he backed into the bottom one, but didn't miss a lick on my nipple, and I gave him a little extra squeeze on his cock as I pressed down on his shoulder, forcing him to sit down on the middle step. Sitting there, he was submerged to about halfway between his navel and nipples, just the right position.
"I savored the hot, sexy feeling his tongue on my nipple was sending through my body for a few more seconds, then pulled back, away from him. I took a deep breath, locking the air in my longs, and dipped my head under the surface of the water, my eyes stinging slightly from the warmth and wetness. I could see his cock, waving slowly back and forth through a little arc as the currents set up by my motions washed past it.
"With my lips together I kissed lightly at the head of it, at the same time reaching down with my fingers to tickle the slightly hairy sack of his balls hanging loose in the water. I felt him tensing as my fingers worked on him, so I began to push my mouth and lips hard against the head of his cock, using it to spread my lips apart as they slid over it. When the head was pressed tight against my teeth I opened them just enough to let it pass through, keeping hard pressure around it with my lips, at the same time letting it slide into my mouth until my lips were wrapped right around the shaft, just behind the ring at the base of the head.
"I was beginning to run out of air in my lungs, but I had one more thing I wanted to do before coming up for a breath. Despite the burning that was beginning to build in my chest I released the pressure of my lips around his cock and gently ran my tongue over the velvety softness of the head of it, then down around the ring, just using the tip of my tongue. I felt his balls tighten in my hand and his hips moved slightly as his cock slid a little further into my mouth.
"My head was beginning to spin from lack of oxygen, and I had to come up. When my head broke through the surface of the water I quickly gulped air into my lungs, then went right back under again, and right back to that lovely cock of Tom's, impatiently pulsating underwater.
"Once again I slid my lips over the head of it, brushing at the small slit in the end with the tip of my tongue, tasting a slight saltiness, the salty oiliness of his lubricating fluid.
"I let his cock slide right on into my mouth, my lips going past the head and around the shaft, further and further, until I felt the head pressing against the back of my mouth, right at the entrance to my throat. For a brief second I felt an urge to gag as I tried to force the cock even further into my mouth, then it was past the gag mechanism and sliding into my throat, all the way down until my lips were pressed against the hair at the base of his cock.
"I let Tom's cock slide out again, pressing hard against it with my lips and putting a lot of suction on it. When my lips were back against the ring around the head I slid it forward again, into my mouth, but not clear down into my throat. My lungs were getting tense again, and, without my being able to control it, a little air escaped from my lungs, the bubbles rippling through my mouth, around the shaft of his cock.
"His body immediately tightened up and he lunged forward, thrusting his cock deep into my throat. At first I couldn't understand what had caused that reaction, then I realized that those bubbles must have been even better than humming while giving a blow job. If a couple of bubbles caused a reaction like that, I figured that I might as well go whole hog and do it right, so I slowly let all the air trickle out of my lungs and around the shaft of his cock.
"I thought for a minute he was going to go nuts. His fingers entwined themselves in my hair, pressing forward on the back of my head, like he was trying to get his cock all the way down into my lungs. Finally I ran out of bubbles, and I just had to have air. It took a bit of a fight to break his hold on the back of my head, but finally I accomplished it and came to the surface, gasping for breath, dizzy from lack of oxygen.
"When I got some air into my lungs I fully intended to go right back down to that cock of Tom's, but he didn't give me a chance. He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me tight up against him, his lips coming down to mine in a hard, almost violent, kiss. I wasn't ready for it, and as he pressed his lips hard against mine his tongue forced my mouth open, separating my teeth, then plunging into my mouth.
"As my mind mentally switched gears from giving head to kissing, I began to respond, moving my tongue around, feeling his with it, then darting into his mouth when his tongue withdrew from mine. Without breaking the kiss, or interfering any more than necessary with his hands, which were roaming over my body, touching me in every sensitive spot, I let my body drift forward in the water, spreading my legs to let them pass around one of his legs, then sit- ting down gently on his muscular thigh.
"My weight was partially supported by the water, and I began to slide back and forth on his leg, my cunt pressed lightly against the flesh of his thigh. His upper leg was covered with short, bristly hair, and the feeling that hair gave me, brushing against the lips of my cunt and teasing the hardened button of my clitoris, was almost driving me out of my mind. I knew that I couldn't hold out much longer. I just had to have that cock of his inside of me, deep in my ass.
"Tom slid forward, off the step, then his ass was sitting on the bottom step, the water level almost up to his shoulders, his legs almost straight out along the bottom of the tub. The surface of the water was now lapping right at my nipples, adding to the fire that was burning inside of me. His hands went down to my thighs, trying to spread my legs apart, and I knew that he was ready. He wanted nothing more right then than to get his cock into my cunt before he came in the water.
"I grabbed his cock with my hand again, holding it away from me while I slid off his leg, away from his forward thrusting body. I saw his face begin to cloud up, ready for an explosion, and realized that he thought I was saying no to his advances. In a way, I guess I was, but not in the way he was thinking.
"When I was a couple of feet away from him, and before he could grab me again, I released his cock and turned around in the tub, then backed up until my body was once again pressed against his, only this time backward.
"The stiff, hot shaft of his cock slid smoothly between my legs, the hard length of it pressing against my cunt, the head brushing against my clitoris. It felt wonderful there, really turning me on, but that wasn't where I wanted it to be. I let my body drift forward a little in the water, until I felt the smooth head of his cock sliding along the crack between the cheeks of my ass, then I spread my legs as far as I could, and along with them my cheeks, and again pressed my body back against his, feeling the head of his cock pressing against the place I wanted it to go-my asshole.
"Before getting into the tub I had liberally lubricated my anus with K-Y lubricant jelly, both around the outside of the tight pucker and as far in as my finger could reach, and even though K-Y is water soluble the hot water of the tub hadn't dissolved all of it. There was still enough left, I hoped, to put a coat of grease over the head of his cock, so I wiggled my ass around in little circles, all the time keeping the head of his cock pressed against my asshole. Then I relaxed my sphincter as much as possible, just as if I was taking a big, healthy shit, and began to press back against him.
"Tom got the idea right away. His hands grabbed my hips strongly and pulled me back toward him, and as he did so that wonderful, big hot cock of his slid right through the relaxed muscle ring of my anus and buried itself full length in my ass. The hot feeling of that big piece of hard meat, spreading the walls of my willing rectum apart and sending fire from his body into mine, was almost more than I could bear.
"I grabbed ahold of the bottom of his muscular thighs, digging my fingernails into his skin, both to keep him from pulling his cock back out of my ass as he started to pump, and to try to get even more of its hot length inside of me.
"To understand why I dug having him all the way in you've got to understand that, unfortunately, I've got a very shallow vagina, and, on the infrequent occasions when I allow some man to stick his cock into my cunt, instead of my ass, I can't take more than three or four inches of it before it hits bottom. This can really be a bummer, for both of us, but I make up for what I lack in my pussy with my ass. I've never found a cock yet that was too long to get all the way inside there, and I've found some pretty big ones.
"Tom and I sat in the tub like that for several long minutes, with me just digging on the feel of his cock in my ass, and I guess Tom was digging on the tightness of my asshole around his rod. Then I let go of my grip on his thighs and my body sort of floated up, with only a little push from my feet on the bottom of the tub to get it moving. My anal muscles were by then completely relaxed, accustomed to the feel of that big cock, and the cock exerted only enough friction on the walls of my ass to keep me from floating completely away as it slid slowly out, without any help from either Tom or me.
"I felt the end of it getting near to slipping from my ass, but Tom used his hands on my waist to pull me back down on top of him, sliding all the way into me again. When he slid it in, a little of the rapidly cooling water from the tub went in with it, hitting the hot walls of my rectum and sending shivers of pure sex through my nerves.
"Tom released his hold on my waist, and again I floated up. It was pumping without any work from either of us. I was really getting a feeling out of his cock in my ass, but I wanted more. Since I wasn't using my hands to hold myself down anymore, I brought them around in front of me and began to use them on my cunt, two fingers of one hand sliding into my vagina to start a pumping motion, just like the pumping motion of his cock in my ass, and in the same rhythm, and the other going to my clit to pinch it and roll it and tease it. God, what a feeling that gave me! It was only seconds before I knew that I was ready to come, and I consciously suppressed the feelings, wanting to enjoy the sensations that were washing through my body for a little longer before releasing them in an orgasm.
"I felt Tom's chin resting for a minute on my shoulder, then his hands released my waist and came around in front of me. His forearms were pressing down on my thighs, keeping me from floating away from his stiff cock, and his hands pushed my fingers away from my cunt and clit, taking over the job they had been doing. He slid one finger all the way into my cunt, then bent the end of it just a little and scraped the walls of my pussy with his fingernail. Wow, what a feeling! Another finger was busy at my clit, and he wasn't being gentle with it. I didn't mind a bit, though. It felt too good.
"Suddenly I just couldn't hold out any longer. I used my legs, straining against the arm that was pinning my ass to his cock, to lift up, then his arm pressure drove me down again. In that manner I started a frantic pumping up and down on his cock, and he matched my speed with the speed of his fingers in my cunt.
"It took only seconds for me to reach my first climax, and as the hot, shuddering fire flashed through my body I felt his cock begin to jerk away inside my ass, shooting a boiling hot jet of come at my rectal walls.
"Neither of us had any kind of complete control over our bodies right then. We were too busy getting our rocks off, as the men say. Because of that we couldn't hold our bodies there on the steps, and we floated out into the tub.
"My toes were still touching bottom, holding us partially out of the water, but then Tom pushed three fingers into my cunt, and at the same time slammed his cock into me deep and hard, and I sort of stumbled, if you can stumble underwater. Anyway, my feet lost contact with the bottom of the tub, and we both went under.
"The shock of the water closing around the dry upper part of my body was enough to cause me to come all over again, and I guess it must have had the same effect on Tom, because I could feel his cock jerking with renewed vigor inside my ass, and even more of his hot juice washing away at my rectum. The involuntary half-gasp I took when I had that second orgasm filled my mouth with water, some of which leaked down my throat and into my lungs. When we came up I was gasping for air, coughing, and laughing, at the same time. For a minute I was afraid I was going to choke. I could hear Tom laughing away behind me, and I knew that he had enjoyed the sensation as much as I had.
"We just sort of floated there for several minutes. I know I did because I was too damn exhausted from that orgasm to even think of moving. Then, moving slowly and gently, Tom slid his cock out of my ass, and I heard a soft sigh from him when the head of it popped free.
"We climbed out of the tub together, and I was figuring on taking Tom out into the living room and giving him the word about our anal cult. Tom had other ideas, though, and I didn't have much choice but to go along with them.
Actually, I've got to admit that I didn't do too much fighting. I wasn't in that big a hurry to get out into the living room. After all, once we got there I'd probably have had to share him with some of the other women, and there was the matter of the initiation, which would have taken up valuable time which we could have spent doing some more of that wonderful ass fucking.
"Tom pulled me over to where a king-size bath towel had been spread on the floor, probably because someone had been using the bathroom for sunbathing. There was a sunlamp mounted in one of the ceiling light fixtures, so that we could all keep even tans, even in the winter.
"I had an idea that Tom, still unaware that he was in a place that specialized in ass fucking, wanted to get his cock into my cunt. I figured I'd be able to sidetrack him, though, until I could explain the facts to him.
"He pushed me down on the towel, spread my legs apart with his hands once I was lying flat, then knelt between them. His cock was still hard and straight, and I was beginning to wonder if I was going to be able to keep him from sticking it in my cunt after all. Then he sort of bent at the waist, bringing his head down toward my cunt, and I knew that I didn't have to worry, for a while, at least.
"Tom's tongue was sticking out of his mouth and pointed at my cunt even before he got his head down between my legs. My cunt lips were still doing a little shaking and twitching from the orgasm in the tub, and the touch of his tongue on them, sliding gently back and forth, barely inside the slit, started heating my body up all over again, getting it ready for another orgasm. What a night this was going to be!
"He kept running his tongue back and forth, back and forth, sliding in no more than half an inch, until I thought I was going to go nuts waiting for him to do something else, something more. I finally got my wish. I no longer had to wait.
"With a smoothness that no cock could ever hope to match, he slid his teasing tongue deep into my cunt, teasing no more, flipping the tip of it around, tasting and tickling my cunt walls until I thought I would scream. Then he slid it out again and rubbed it gently back and forth over the supersensitive bud of my clitoris.
"I had never before felt a tongue so educated, so loving and tender, so exciting. In minutes he had me completely wound up again, and I just had to do something to bring him to the same high pitch of excitement before I came. I wanted him to come in my ass, and I wanted him to come soon. The sooner the better. I didn't know how much longer I could hold out.
"By pushing and pulling urgently on his shoulders and arms, wherever I could reach, I got him to start turning around, turning without for a second taking his busy tongue away from my cunt, until eventually he got to the place where I could get my hands around his waist. After that it was easy getting him just where I wanted him, especially since I had his complete cooperation once he realized what I was trying to do.
"I pulled him around until he had to lift one leg, then pulled his body up and over me, his calves under my upper arms. His cock was right over my face, pointed straight down at me, still as hard as it had been in the tub, if not harder.
"I lifted my head up and kissed the head of his cock, then wrapped my lips around it, sucking hard. Tom didn't waste a minute in following my lead. He drove his cock down, just as though he was driving it into a waiting cunt, deep into my mouth and on into my throat. For a second I thought I was going to throw up as it plunged all the way into me, but then I got control of my body and began to put some hard suction on him. He began pumping it in and out, and each time it would drive into my throat I would hum a little, causing that little hanging piece of flesh at the back of the mouth to vibrate against the shaft of his cock. I know that he was really digging it by the way his tongue was acting down there in my cunt.
"His tongue was driving in and out of me with almost frantic speed, every so often darting out for a lick at my clit, then back in again. He was almost like a kid with an ice-cream cone who's afraid someone is going to take it away from him if he doesn't finish it in a hurry. I wasn't in any big hurry to take my cunt away from that thrilling tongue, though.
"To get a better shot at me, Tom's hands slid under my ass, lifting me up, and when they did his fingers slid into the crack of my ass, one of them coming to rest right on my asshole. I felt an almost electric thrill rush through my body as his finger probed at it, then slid up inside, giving my rectum the same treatment with his finger that my cunt was getting from his tongue. It was really fantastic, and I knew that it was having a good effect on him, because his cock was really driving into my mouth, burying itself so deep in my throat with each stroke that his balls were slapping against my Adam's apple.
"Then Tom proved to me that my first impression of him had been totally correct. He was an anal person. His tongue slid out of my cunt, went down along the crack between my legs, and shot into my asshole while his fingers held the cheeks of my ass spread apart! It was so good I thought I was going to come right then!
"It was only minutes before he had a new rhythm going, one that was driving me wild! His tongue would shoot deep into my ass, withdraw, then go into my cunt for a lick. Then it was back to my ass, while, during all of this, his fingers were busy working away at my clit. It was like nothing I had ever felt before, even from the best of anal lovers, and I knew that never again would I be satisfied with a simple ass-fucking, the kind I was used to, anyway.
"As good as that tongue-fucking was, though, I wanted him in my ass, filling me with that cock of his. I had to have it in me, and soon. I was right on the verge of coming, and I could tell by the way he was pumping away at my mouth that he was just as close. That wasn't the way I wanted it. I have nothing against a man coming in my mouth, sometimes I really dig it, but that night I wanted all of his come, his hot, beautiful come, shooting into my ass, filling it with his heat and his maleness.
"Tom seemed to sense what I wanted, because after giving me one last deep lick in the asshole, and one last pinch on my clit, he lifted his head, pulled his cock out of my mouth, and used his hands quickly to roll me over onto my stomach. He wasn't gentle about it, either. He was in as much of a hurry to get his cock into my ass as I was to have him put it there.
"After flopping me over he again knelt between my spread legs. His hands went to my hips, grasping and lifting them, and, welcoming what was to come, I bent at the knees and waist, lifting my ass to him.
"I felt the head of his cock probing at the crack of my ass, and since his hands were busy holding my waist, keeping my ass in the air, I reached back with one hand to direct him. There was still enough lubrication, both K-Y and come, on my anus from our fucking in the tub to make his entrance easy, and it was with a shud- der of pleasure that I felt his hot meat slide through my anus, plunging in one strong stroke all the way into my ass.
"Tom slowly began to slide his cock in and out, really giving me the long-dick treatment. With each forward stroke I would press my ass back against him, back until I could feel the hair around the base of his cock, back until I could feel the sack of his balls swinging forward to hit against the crack between my legs. It felt so good that I couldn't help moaning and crying, begging him to give me more and more of his wonderful cock, faster and faster.
"Tom must have known that I was getting close to a climax, because, with his cock all the way inside my ass, he stopped his pumping and bent forward, pressing his hairy chest against my back, and began to kiss the nape of my neck. I turned my head a little to the side, and when I did, his teeth found my ear, nibbled at it, taking little bites that sent sharp messages of pain to mingle with the pleasure signals that were radiating along the nerves from my ass.
"There was nothing I could do except kneel there, holding the weight of my body on my arms, while his tongue darted into my ear, searching around, depositing a layer of saliva. A layer that turned icy cold when, seconds later, he blew gently into my ear.
"Tom's hands slid down from my waist, supporting my weight with his forearms, and two searching fingers slid into my hot, wet cunt.
With his other hand he found the tender little button of my clitoris, pinching and tickling it until I thought I was going to scream. It was more than I could bear, and I ground my ass back against him, moving it back and forth, up and down, begging him to get that big cock of his working again before I went insane.
"Slowly he began to slide it in and out, drawing it out until only the head was inside my ass, then sliding forward again until he was buried full length in me. The fires were burning so strongly inside of me that I knew I couldn't hold out any longer, and I began to beg him to shoot his load into me.
"Suddenly, without any warning, his arms released me, and immediately, afterward pushed down on my back, flattening me on the floor. Tom pressed his body on top of mine and began to slam his cock in and out of me with hard, fast strokes.
"It was time, and when I felt his cock jumping around inside of me and a hot gush of seminal fluid covering the walls of my rectum my own release came, a fire-filled orgasm that had me bouncing up and down on the floor like I was in the middle of an epileptic seizure. Hot and cold flashes of fire poured through my mind and body, and I reached around behind me, hooking my fingers into Tom's buttocks, trying to pull him even deeper into me.
"He had stopped pumping, and was just lying there, his cock in my ass to the hilt, pouring come into me, and I knew that his climax had been as good as mine. He was hardly breathing as he emptied his load into my ass; then, with the last drop, his breath was released in a great sob and he began gasping almost like a man having a heart attack. My own lungs were burning and laboring, trying to get enough air, and I felt like I had just run a mile. I'm in good physical condition, but that fucking that Tom gave me completely exhausted me.
"When he was finished, Tom pulled his cock out of my ass and rolled off me. When he did, I rolled over onto my back, lying next to him on the blanket. He reached over to his shirt, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and lit one for each of us.
"As we lay there quietly smoking, I knew, beyond doubt, that Tom was an anal person, loving ass-fucking as much as I did, and that the cult was suddenly going to become an even more satisfying place."
In the process of being introduced to the anal cult Tom F-has managed to come to terms with his environment, in that he has finally found a place where he believes himself to be wanted. Without taking sides on the moral issue of anal ism, I have to look at this as a satisfactory solution to his problem, since it will allow a social, as well as sexual, adaptation to society, arid, in the end, probably convert Tom into a useful citizen of the community. There is little doubt that he will continue to ride his motorcycle, and will retain at least the facade of an "outlaw" motorcyclist, but it will now be just that, a facade, an act. Not an actual lifestyle.
In my next interview I examine the case of a woman who exchanged an extremely profitable and, for her, enjoyable, career as a prostitute for the life of the anal cult, as both a member and an employee.
CHAPTER THREE
Two Girls and a Tool
"I guess I got involved in this anal cult through my business, you might say. What business? Well, the magazines call it being a call girl, really nothing more than a high-priced whore. Not much of a profession, but one that I liked for a variety of reasons.
"Unlike a lot of prostitutes, I really dig sex, sex of all kinds now, and I got all of it I needed or wanted, and then some, with that kind of job. You know what I mean? Add to that the fact that I was able to command top prices, even in a high-price field, which meant that I was able to afford just about anything I wanted, whenever I wanted it, even after paying off my various contacts, and you can see that, as far as I was concerned at least, I had it made. I was to the point where it would really have taken something special, extra special, to make me give up my chosen profession, and I found that something special right here.
"Of course, my line of work did have some pretty serious drawbacks at times. I occasionally had to spend a lonely evening just sitting around my apartment by myself when business was slow, sitting waiting for the phone to ring with a job to do, and I'd been beaten up a couple of times by customers with a sadistic bent, and even robbed once for a lousy fifty bucks-all I had on me at the time. But still, with all of that, I still figured it was the best possible job for me, considering my various desires.
"Along with those problems, I sometimes had to do some pretty strange things, which, if it hadn't been for the money, I would never have even considered doing. There was this one guy that demanded that I piss all over him, and another who liked to just sit and watch while I used a vibrator on myself, jacking off when I came. Both of them were regular, and good-paying, customers whom I could count on to keep the rent paid.
"Most of my business, though, was with guys from out of town, visiting for business meetings or conventions, who were only around for a day or so. I'd see them once, maybe twice, and that was it. The majority of them had completely normal sexual urges, simply wanting a straight fuck with maybe a little sucking on the side to warm things up. It was only very occasionally that a weirdo showed up in that crowd to add some spice to my nightly rounds.
"When I used to get a phone call in the eve- ning for an appointment, I had to be prepared, mentally and physically, for just about anything, and it was a good thing I had taught myself the proper mental disciplines needed for the job, because it was that mental discipline that kept me from completely blowing a good thing when I got the call that led to my permanent job here as housekeeper and general organizer, a call for what turned out to be a very, very strange appointment, indeed.
"The call was from a man I had taken good care of, as a customer, several times in the past, always leaving him satisfied that he had gotten his money's worth. All he said was that he had recommended me highly to someone, and had set up an appointment with that someone in an hour. He gave me the number and street of the house I was to go to, and then hung up when I assured him that I would be there on time. Since business had been awfully slow that week, I considered jacking up the price a little bit, say an extra twenty bucks. Anyone who lived in the area of the address he had given me could afford a little surcharge, I thought, but in the end I decided against adding anything on. The satisfied customer who had called might have quoted my regular price to the new customer, and if I asked for more when I got there, I thought, I might find that I had wasted a long drive, and possibly even have missed a call while I was gone.
"I slipped into my working clothes, a dress that comes off very easily, with nothing on underneath, called my answering service to tell them to record any calls for the next couple of hours, got my car out of the apartment garage, and headed for the address he had given me.
"I found the place without any trouble, on a quiet residential street in a really good section of town. I parked the car, walked up to the front door and, before knocking, checked my watch. It was four minutes before the time my contact had set, close enough, so I knocked.
"I heard the sounds of someone moving around inside through the closed door, but it was several minutes before it finally opened. I was just about to knock again, not having been able to find a bell-button to push, when the knob turned and the door swung open. To my surprise I was met by a woman, not a man. She was middle-aged, sort of stout, and was wearing an all-white outfit that looked like a uniform. The sort worn by nurses and therapists.
"I began to swear to myself, figuring that if the customer was so old or so sick that he needed a nurse, he was probably going to want something pretty strange in the way of sexual action out of me. After all, if he was sick and still wanted a woman, what was he going to do with her? I mean, with me. The same question if he was so old and sick that he needed constant nursing care. Whatever the case was, I figured that there probably wouldn't be much direct screwing involved, if any; a bit of a disappoint- ment for me since I hadn't yet had any cock that night, and I was getting pretty horny. When a person gets used to getting a good fucking five or six times a night, every night, it's kind of hard to go through a whole evening with nothing.
"The woman or nurse, or whatever-the-hell she was, looked me over as she closed the door, and I was tempted to ask her if I passed the inspection.
" 'You're the woman Bill Y-sent, I take it?' She had a very deep, vibrant voice. Taking a second look, I came to the conclusion that her stockiness was mostly muscle, not fat, and that I'd better keep the smart remarks to myself.
"When I nodded 'yes' she gave me another quick once-over with her eyes, then turned and walked into a small hallway off to one side, leading away from the living room that I could dimly see at the end of the main hallway. I was beginning to get the idea that something about this call was pretty strange, and was sure of it when I saw that there were several people, couples, in the living room. After all, a normal man doesn't call in a prostitute when he has a bunch of people over for a party, or whatever was going on in the living room, unless he's planning on putting on a show, and that wasn't part of my repertoire.
"I thought that I should turn around and leave right then, but, my good sense overcome by sheer curiosity, I followed the woman down the hall- way and into a small sitting room or den. The place was empty. Through a partially open door I could just see the edge of a bed, covered with a shiny satin spread, but I couldn't see enough of it to tell if it was occupied or not. I looked back at the woman, who had stopped and was once again giving me the once-over.
" 'Where is he?' I asked.
" 'Where's who?'
" The customer. The man who asked Bill to have me come over here tonight.' I hoped that he, whoever and wherever he was, would prove to be a little smarter than his nurse. Who the hell did she think I was looking for? The head of the vice squad?
"She smiled slightly and her eyes traveled from my face to my ankles, moving slowly, then back again, and I thought I saw a hint of a red flush building under her skin, a glint in her eyes that hadn't been there before.
"I asked Bill to send you over. I'm your customer.' I guess my mouth must have dropped open with surprise, or something, because she laughed, loud and hearty, then asked, 'Anything wrong with that? You have any objections to making it with a woman?'
"I did a fast mental gear-change, shrugged my shoulders, smiled right back at her, then walked over to a small side table and put my purse down. What the hell? Her money was as good as anyone else's. I had never gone this particular route before, at least not commercially, but that didn't bother me a bit. After all, sex is sex, isn't it? What difference does the method make, as long as you end the session sexually satisfied, and with cash to put in the bank the next day. That, baby, is the name of the game, and I don't remember a single rule that said there was anything wrong with switching players.
"When I nodded and smiled, she got right down to business. She evidently didn't believe in wasting any time on preliminaries. Her clothes-dress, shoes, stockings, panties, and bra-were off and scattered about the floor in not much more time than it took for me to pull down my one zipper and step out of my dress. She walked over to where I was standing, brushed her lips against mine, then took my small hand in her large, and somewhat sweaty, one and led me into the bedroom and up to the king-size bed.
"I got up onto the satin bedspread, stretching out full length, as she walked over to a night-stand, opened a drawer in it, and took out something wrapped in a towel. She came back to the bed and laid the object down on the floor next to it without removing the towel, then sat down next to me on the bed, her hands reaching out to caress my breasts. Her lips once again brushed against mine, then dropped down to trail across my neck and shoulder.
"I didn't have the slightest idea of just what she wanted me to do, so I just lay there without moving, letting her take the lead. She shifted her seat on the bed slightly, then kissed each of my nipples, flicking at them with the tip of her tongue, moving on as soon as they began to harden with desire, a desire that was beginning to send warm flushes through my body. Like I said, I hadn't gotten any fucking that day, and I was getting pretty horny.
"I let myself drift, savoring the sexual arousal that was starting to move through my body, and she shifted again, her hands spreading my legs apart. She moved around until she was kneeling between my feet, brought her head down and forward, her face masked by her fallen hair, then kissed the inside of each of my thighs and slid her stiffened tongue deep into my cunt.
"Heat began to flood through my body as she shot her tongue in and out and around, and I began to squirm a little on the smooth silkiness of the bedspread. Her hands went under me, cupping the cheeks of my ass and lifting them off the bed, and as her tongue moved faster and faster I felt one sharp fingernail probing at my asshole, pressing for entrance, then wiggling deftly inside, pumping to match the actions of her busy tongue, a tongue that was quickly setting me on fire. I felt as though I was going to have to start doing something pretty quick. I was getting entirely too hot to just keep lying there accepting her action.
"Her tongue and finger were really getting to me, and as I felt myself slipping nearer and nearer to a climax, I brought my hands down to her head, running my fingers around inside her ears and pressing lightly against the back of her neck, urging her tongue ever deeper into me.
"Then, without warning, she pulled away from me, pulling her finger out of my asshole and her tongue from my heated cunt, and stood up. She picked up the towel from the floor, unwrapped it, and I saw that it held a tremendous pink dildo, a rubber cock, gleaming with a thin coat of Vaseline or some other lubricant. Her breath was coming fast and her cheeks were flushed as she quickly strapped it on. Once she had the straps adjusted just the way she wanted them, she climbed back onto the bed, between my legs.
"She rubbed the dildo against the skin and hair between my legs for a minute, making sure I knew just what she was doing, then, when she felt the head of it drop a little as it pressed against my cunt-hole, she began to press downward. My cunt-lips spread and spread as that gigantic tool moved into me, until I began to worry that it was going to prove to be too big, that it was going to tear me.
"It didn't, though, and I stopped worrying as soon as she had it about halfway into me. It felt too good, and I was getting to the point where I couldn't worry about anything. All I could think about was how good it felt there inside of me, filling me, turning me on more than I had been turned on in weeks, if not in months.
"I had expected the rubber to be cold, but it wasn't. In fact, it was as hot as a real cock, and I guessed that it had been immersed in hot water for some time before my arrival, getting ready for the job it was going to do. The job it was now doing so well.
"The red flood of my approaching climax was fast filling my mind and body with tides of irresistible passion. I felt as though I was nothing more than a fleshy bag of flaming nerve endings, teased to torment by what she was doing, and then she shifted position again, so quickly that I didn't have a chance to even think of protesting.
"She shoved that dildo into me hard and deep, almost its full length, which must have been at least ten inches, then pulled it all the way out with a sliding, slurping, popping sound. Her hands quickly moved down my legs, under my knees, lifting me up until my legs were lying across her shoulders, jackknifing me on the bed. I felt the head of the rubber cock sliding down through the hair between my legs, across and past the open, waiting lips of my cunt, into the spread crack of my ass.
"The woman must have had a lot of experience at that sort of thing, because she seemed to know when the head of it was in exactly the right spot, pressed against the tight pucker of my asshole, a place I never expected her to try and put it. It was way too big to get in there, or so I thought until she started working at it.
"The head of it pressed hard for a second against my unyielding flesh, then the lubricant and the juice it had picked up from my sopping pussy did its work, and that king-size imitation of a cock plunged deep into my ass, almost driving me right through the headboard of the bed as it tore past those tight, tender tissues. At the time it felt as though I was going to need stitches to close up the hole she was making, and I guess I screamed a little from the pain, but actually it hadn't done any lasting damage, or so I found out later, and the sexual excitement that had been filling my body as she had worked it in and out of my cunt quickly built again until it completely blocked out the pain.
"She shoved it all the way in, deeper than I thought it was possible for a cock to penetrate, then began to slide it slowly in and out, her hands reaching down in front of her, between our bodies, one finger sliding into my cunt while the other played gently with the excited, tender little nub of my clitoris.
"From her motions, her speeding up of the pumping action, her breathing, her sweating, I knew that she was going to reach her climax at any moment, and that I was either going to be right with her or not far behind. It turned out that I was right with her, and when we both began our orgasms I got a real surprise.
"As my hips began to jerk and my muscles locked up tight from the pure erotic pleasure of my orgasm, a sudden tearing shock that seemed like a bolt of electricity whipped through my pumping, shuddering ass, and I must have come at least a foot off the bed in reaction. What a feeling! It came again and again, little burning, tearing shocks that drove my climax to a complete release that there is no way for me to fully describe. With each shock I could feel my asshole clamping tight on that plunging rubber cock, and my cunt muscles grabbing at her finger. It was purely fantastic!
"Later I found out that the dildo had a couple of small batteries buried in it, for just that purpose. At the other end, the end that was strapped to her, there was a small, horn-shaped protuberance, which rubbed against her clit as she was pumping the rubber tool in and out of me. That horn also transmitted the shocks to her, controlled by a small button that the hand she wasn't using on my cunt was pressing repeatedly, and she actually screamed from the pleasure reaction that the shock was giving to both of us at the same time.
"When we were finally drained dry she pulled the dildo out of my ass and moved back. When she did, my legs just collapsed on the bed. I didn't have any strength left in them, or in the rest of my body for that matter. She got up, unstrapped the rubber cock, then walked over to the dresser. She came back with a fistful of money in her hand. She didn't give it to me right away, though. She just stood there, like she wanted to say something, but didn't know quite how to start.
"I had the feeling that she was going to ask me to come back, perhaps on a regular schedule, and I've got to admit that the idea was entertaining. I was almost right, too.
" 'This may seem a little hard to believe at first,' she said, 'but I didn't have Bill send you over here because I have to buy this kind of action.'
'"I can believe that! That had to be one of the best screwings I've ever had, even if it was by you, instead of by a man.'
'"I'm glad you enjoyed it. What about me using the back door? Did you like that, too?'
" 'Well, I have to admit that it was a little upsetting at first, but you sure did make it good. Good enough that I could dig getting it there more often.'
" 'That's what we thought you'd say. You see,' she continued, 'Bill told me that he thought you were an anal person, and that's why he sent you over here tonight. This isn't just a house-a residence. It's the headquarters for a sort of club we have. A club made up of people who dig anal sex, and we thought that you might like to join.'
'"It sounds good,' I answered, 'but I'm not sure how much time I'd be able to spend here. My business....'
" 'If you accept the offer we're prepared to make, it will be your ex-business. You see, we want you to take over running the house here. Sort of housekeeper and general organizer for the parties. What do you say?'
" 'Well, I don't know... ."
" 'One other thing. We're prepared to throw in a pretty good salary. You won't be losing anything, financially, by making the switch. The club treasury is in pretty good shape, and since we all have jobs, and can't really devote enough spare time to keep things running here, we're willing to pay you well to take over. Oh yes, if you do decide to take the job, you'll be expected to join us in our activities.'
" 'What do you mean, activities?'
" 'Activities like those we just took part in. You and me.'
" 'Lady, you've got yourself a housekeeper!' "
Taking into consideration her stated professional preferences prior to entering into the anal cult as a member, housekeeper, and organizer, and her obvious enjoyment of the anal sexual activities which initiated her into it, there is very strong evidence that Ruth T-- harbors either latent lesbian desires or is, at the very least, what is currently termed a "bisexual."
According to classical psychoanalytic theory, the human sexual instinct contains within it a homosexual component. The theory holds that the normal adult female either represses this lesbian tendency or partially sublimates it through other activities.
Many psychoanalysts, however, do not assume a universal latent homosexuality in either men or women. Among forty-one percent of the heterosexual samples studied in I. Bieber's book Homosexuality: A Psychoanalytic Study, evidence of latent lesbianism was totally absent. This finding, therefore, completely failed to support the classical psychoanalytic position regarding latent lesbianism.
Lesbian symptoms, or, as they have been more recently termed, lesbian tendencies, share quite a few features with the known behavioral patterns of established lesbians. Fear of competition may be set off in situations which appear to threaten competition with other females, such as falling in love, marrying, and achieving social or economic success. This is undoubtedly the prime factor behind Ruth T-'s original entry into prostitution as a profession, despite her statements to the contrary.
Hand in hand with Ruth's renunciation of the possibility of a successful competition with other women, and her quiet acceptance of the lesbian activity to which she was introduced at the anal cult headquarters, were her wishes for reward and compensation for the sacrifice she had made. It is expected that Ruth will eventually enter into a pathologically dependent relationship with a powerful female, perhaps the one who introduced her into the anal cult, or perhaps another woman she might meet there. Her main reason for entering into such a rela- tionship will be the hope that the female she becomes attached to will be able to serve as a satisfactory substitute for the renounced gratification of a normal heterosexual relationship.
In understanding Ruth's probable lesbian tendencies or bisexual trends we must keep in mind that the single most prominent feature distinguishing overt lesbians from heterosexual women harboring lesbian tendencies is the absence among the latter of any erotic responsibility to other females.
Erotic responsivity to females by females is usually established early during the childhood or adolescent stages. Heterosexual women with lesbian tendencies who only rarely become directly involved in lesbianism, and then only while engaging in and enjoying heterosexual activities, are bisexuals.
We find that there is a wide divergence in the professional estimates of the frequency of lesbianism. F. S. Caprio, in Female Homosexuality, and Havelock Ellis, in Studies in the Psychology of Sex, are of the opinion that homosexuality occurs as frequently among women as it does among men. Kinsey's studies showed, in Sexual Behavior in the Human Female, on the other hand, that the incidences and frequencies of homosexual responses and contact and consequently the incidences of the homosexual ratings were much lower among females in our sample than they were among males on whom we had previously reported.
In the lesbian act a heterosexual masquerade is played out, with one member of the anal cult, in this case, taking the masculine role, and one the feminine. In some cases the women involved may exchange roles, but in the case under consideration we are certain that the anal cult member will remain habitually masculine, and that Ruth will retain her feminine orientation.
The anal cult member in question, who did not wish to have her name revealed, even her first name, is what we could call a "butch." She does her best to avoid feminine dress and attitudes, and whenever she can, and to whatever degree she can, she will imitate men in dress, speech, and other behavioral patterns. Ruth, on the other hand, is what would be called a "femme." In pairings of this sort the roles of husband and wife are acted out in the pathological caricatures they perceive these roles to be. The cult member acts aggressive, dominant, and tough, and initiates sexual activity. Ruth is, at least with her lesbian partner, submissive and retiring, a stereotypic embodiment of soft femininity.
In the context Of this marital caricature, domination-submission behavior, sadomasochistic activity, and pathologic dependency are clearly evident in both Ruth and her partner, a common situation where lesbian activities are concerned.
Just as male homosexuals obsessively emphasize genital size and seek out masculine qualities in partners, Ruth's partner has sought out feminine qualities in Ruth, particularly maternal characteristics as symbolized by the breasts. The lesbian's interest in breast size and shape parallels the male homosexual's interest in the size of the penis. Homosexuals of both sexes seek to repair their damaged sexual functioning by attempts at achieving a magical unity with prominent symbols of masculinity and femininity-the penis and the breast.
We do not know the root causes of Ruth's rapidly developing lesbianism, but Clara M. Thompson gave us a quite clearly defined series of indications of the possible causes in her Selected Papers:
Female homosexuality is not a clinical entity but a symptom with different meanings for different personalities. Thus, female homosexuality could be an expression of fear of the opposite sex, fear of adult responsibility, a need to defy authority, an attempt to cope with hatred of or competitive attitudes toward members of one's own sex, a flight from reality into an absorption in body stimulation, and a way of being destructive to one's self and others.
"Bill, another member of the cult, had mentioned that he knew this call girl, one he used on and off to entertain business acquaintances from out of town, and even himself occasionally, who might make a good member. In addition, he thought that she might be the solution to a problem we had been hassling with for quite some time. Where to find someone to take care of the place, and to make sure that everything was ready for scheduled activities and parties.
"I had him call and make an 'appointment' with the girl, even though I wasn't at all sure that a call girl, a prostitute, was the kind of person we were looking for as a cult member, much less a housekeeper. I mean, after all, the woman was a whore!
"It didn't take me long to discover that what she did for a living didn't have a hell of a lot to do with what kind of person she was. More importantly, it didn't have a lot to do with what kind of lover she was. Or, come to think of it, maybe it did. Maybe that's why she was so damned good.
"Anyway, pardon me for getting ahead of myself. Bill set up the appointment, thinking that I was going to have Ralph, that week's examiner, check her out. I didn't say anything to him about it, but I figured on doing the checking out myself. Everyone in the club knows that I dig women, especially women who'll let me use my dildo on them. The cult is very liberal about things like that, but I don't think Bill would have considered it a good idea for me, with my sexual tastes, to meet a prospective member there for her first introduction to our cult.
"Ruth showed up right at the time Bill had set, and I had to admit that he had good taste in women. She was a doll. Long red hair and green eyes, about five-eight and a hundred and twenty pounds, and, best of all, a pair of tits that were threatening to break right through the cloth of her dress. They must have been at least forties, and there's nothing that turns me on quite as much as a set of really big tits. I couldn't take my eyes off them, and the longer I looked at them the hotter I got. I felt like creaming right there, just from thinking about how they would taste, and I could feel the warm wetness between my legs soaking into my panties.
"She gave me a pretty strange look when I opened the door. Obviously she had been expecting a man to answer. I led her back to one of the bedrooms, avoiding going through the living room. There were a fair number of members there that night, and I didn't want her worrying about what was going on. I'm pretty sure she got a glimpse of the living room, despite my attempt. If she did, she didn't say anything about it, though.
"You should have seen the expression on her face when she found out I was the 'customer,' as she called it, whom she had been engaged to service. For a minute I thought she was going to take off running. She got herself under control quickly, though, and with a shrug of her shoulders put her purse over on a table and started getting out of her dress.
"I had never thought about how a call girl would dress, and I was surprised to find that the dress, a one-piece wool affair which looked like it cost a pretty good piece of change, was all she was wearing. She just pulled down the zipper, stepped out of the dress, and she was naked, with those beautiful tits pointing straight out from her chest, without a bit of sag to them.
"As soon as she had started taking her dress off I began to strip, and by the time she got back to the center of the room, after laying her dress across a chair, I was as naked as she was, with my clothes scattered all over the floor. I've never claimed to be a particularly neat person, and that night I was just in too much of a hurry to give a damn about whether or not I got some wrinkles in my dress.
"I walked over to where she was standing, gave her a little kiss, just barely touching our lips together, then took her hand and led her to the bed. She climbed right up onto it, ready for whatever I might want.
"I went over to the nightstand where I kept the dildo, wrapped in a towel, and pulled it out. I had had it soaking in hot water for several hours, and the towel had kept it warm since I had put it in the drawer. By the time I got ready to use it, it would be just the right temperature. The temperature of a cock.
"I put the still-wrapped dildo down on the floor next to the bed, where I could reach it easily should I find myself in a hurry when it came time to use it, then sat down on the bed next to Ruth. I knew that I should take it easy and slow, and I tried, but the sight of those magnificent tits of hers had turned me on so much that I was in no mood for playing around.
"Almost as if I didn't have any control over it my head-dipped down to her lips for a light kiss, and my hands reached out for her breasts, feeling their warm firmness, the hardening tips of her nipples pressing against my sweaty palms as I gently rubbed them.
"Ruth just lay there, not moving, while I moved my lips across her upper body, tasting the sweet flesh of her neck and shoulders, then moving down to her beautiful breasts. Each nipple got a little kiss, then I sucked one of them into my mouth, feeling and tasting the slightly rough, bumpy surface with the tip of my tongue. With my face down on her chest, my lips on her nipple, I could hear the beating of her heart and the sound of air moving in and out of her lungs as her breathing came faster and faster. I knew then that she was ready to accept my loving.
"I didn't want to give up that wonderful tasting nipple, but the tides of passion were building fast in my body, and I had to move on, to get the preliminaries over with so that we could both get to the serious business of fucking. I let go of the nipple and moved on down the bed, spreading her legs apart, then kneeling between them. When I looked up to see how Ruth was accepting my actions I saw that her eyes were closed, her head twisting back and forth on the pillow, and I knew that she was as hot, and as horny, as I was.
"I dropped my head down between Ruth's legs and gave her a couple more of those little, brushing kisses, one on the inside of each thigh, then sent my tongue right to the target, deep into her warm, wet pussy. It tasted better than any steak, and I went in as deep as I could go, as far as my tongue would reach, probing and sucking at the same time to get all of that wonderful, hot taste into my mouth.
"It wasn't long before her hips were beginning to jerk up and down in time with my tongue, and on one of the upward jerks I slid my hands under her ass, one finger going to her asshole. She was really tight back there, and I had a lot of trouble getting my finger in, but finally I forced it through, then began pumping it in time with the thrusts of my tongue in her pussy.
"That really seemed to set Ruth off, and in just a couple of seconds I felt her hands at the back of my head, pushing down, urging my tongue deeper and deeper into her freely lubricating pussy. She was so wet that I could feel a mixture of her juice and my saliva dripping down my chin, and a little rivulet of it ran down the crack of my ass, splitting to flow around my finger.
"I knew, both from her actions and from what was happening inside my own body, that it was time to move on to other things. If I didn't, we were both going to come, and I didn't want it to happen that way, with my tongue in her cunt and my finger in her ass. I wanted it to happen with my finger in her cunt and my cock, my beautiful ten-inch cock, buried in her asshole.
"I slipped my finger out of her ass and quickly got up off the bed, picking up the dildo as I did so. It was already lubricated and the straps were adjusted for my body, so it only took a few seconds before I had it on and was back between Ruth's legs. Even though it had only been a few seconds, I saw that Ruth had cooled off and was watching me with an expression that seemed to have at least an element of fear in it. I was so hot that I wanted to get my cock right into her ass, but I figured I'd better take it a little slower. It took a lot of willpower, but somehow I managed it.
"I let the dildo rub back and forth along the lips of her cunt for a minute, pressing the head of it against her clitoris, then, as I felt it settling into the gap of her pussy, I began to press, shoving it slowly into her, going slow deliberately so as not to hurt her. Like I said, that rubber cock of mine was big.
"I let it slide in about halfway, then rested for a minute to let Ruth get used to the feel of it. She had her eyes closed again, and was panting and gasping and occasionally crying out with little moans, and I figured that she was just about ready to come. That meant that she was just about ready for the final step.
"With one hard lunge I shoved the dildo all the way into her cunt, full length, and she jack-knifed under me and gave out with a little scream that could have been either pleasure or pain, or a combination of the two. Her fingers clawed at my back, and then I pulled my cock all the way out of her, drawing away from her for a second while I got my hands under her knees to lift her up into the right position.
"I lifted her legs high up off the bed, until they were on either side of my neck, resting on my shoulders, then I dropped my body back down. The head of the dildo made contact with her cunt again, and her hips jerked upward, begging for the feel of it in her cunt, but I drew back a little, keeping it from going inside of her. Instead, I let it drop away from her cunt and back toward her asshole. I could see, just barely, when the head of it was in the right place, pressed tight against her asshole, gleaming with the juice from her pussy.
"I pressed down, feeling her asshole spread; then, when I felt the head slip inside I gave it a hard shove, a lunge with the weight of my whole body behind it, and it was all the way in, right up to the base.
"The little horn on the inside of the dildo was pressed against my clitoris, and when I hit bottom in Ruth's asshole we both screamed, she from the feel of that big cock in her ass, and I from the pleasure that horn was putting on my clit. The wait, the slow going, had been worth it. Now I was getting all the feeling that I had been waiting for all evening.
"I began pumping away at Ruth's ass, slowly at first, then faster, pulling the dildo almost all the way out with each upstroke, then pounding down to shove it all the way into her ass again. With each stroke that little horn scraped against my clit, and the fires built within me until I knew it was only seconds before I was going to come.
"When I felt the tension starting to build, I reached down for the little button that was on the dildo. I knew that Ruth was ready, too, and I reached down with one hand and slid my fingers into her cunt, running them in and out, making sure that she was getting enough sexual stimulation to come right along with me.
"I had to hold on tight for a few seconds to keep myself from coming before Ruth was ready, but when I felt the juice begin to flood around my finger in her pussy, and all her muscles tighten up, I knew it was time, and my finger began to push up and down on the button, sending sharp little shocks of electricity from the batteries in the dildo into Ruth's asshole and against my clit. It was the ultimate climax, and I thought-I hoped-it was never going to end. My body shook and shuddered, and it felt as though every muscle in my body was cramp- ing. I couldn't breathe, and a fiery-red haze dropped over my eyes, completely blocking my vision.
"Through that haze I could hear Ruth screaming out her pleasure; her sharp fingernails raked across my back, leaving burning welts behind. Her body lunged up against me, jamming her ass tight against the base of the dildo as her body thrashed about on the bed. She was getting her orgasm, and getting it good. I knew, from my first experience on the receiving end of a dildo like that, that there is no feeling in the world like it. There is no way a man's cock, smaller and without the batteries, can give you a climax like that dildo of mine. It just isn't possible. Besides, contrary to what most people think, the walls of the rectum are even more sensitive than the walls of the pussy, and every one of those little shocks was going right through those walls and up along every nerve in her body.
"Finally, as all things must, it ended, with both of us drained. I let go of the button, since it couldn't help us to keep it going anymore, then began to draw away from her, slowly sliding the dildo out of her ass. It almost seemed as if she wanted me to leave it there, the way her hands clutched at my back, and when it finally popped free with a wet slapping sound, she moaned, then her legs collapsed on the bed. Her eyes were still closed, and she seemed to be having a lot of trouble catching her breath. She reached down and stroked that rubber tool with her hand once, a move which I don't think she even realized she made, then her whole body suddenly relaxed as she realized it was over, for the time being at least.
"For long minutes we both just lay there, completely drained by our experience. Eventually, it seemed like hours later, I managed to regain enough strength to get up and go over to the dresser, to take off the dildo and get the money for Ruth's fee. I hoped that I wouldn't have to give it to her.
"After that beautiful piece of ass it wasn't easy for me to get my mind working on how I was going to recruit Ruth, both into the cult and as a housekeeper for the cult. I knew that this was the right time, the time when she would be in the most receptive mood, but I just couldn't seem to find the words.
"Finally, and not at all in the manner I had planned, I got the whole thing out, and, as Bill had predicted, she agreed right away. Then, much to my surprise, she took the offensive. After what I had given her, I expected that it would be at least a couple of hours before she was ready for more sex. I was wrong. She wanted more, and she wanted it right then.
"She had sort of a strange smile on her face as she got up off the bed, wincing for a second when her legs came together, and walked across the room to the dresser where I had put the dildo. Without saying a thing to me she picked it up, put it in place, and readjusted the straps to fit her more slender body.
"She gave me a look that spoke volumes, and a little thrill of apprehension ran through my body as I realized that she intended to use that tool on me. It had been a long time since anyone had stuck a cock in me, and I wasn't sure that I was ready for it.
"Ruth made up my mind for me. She came quickly across the room, and with a hard shove on my tits pushed me back onto the bed. She fell on top of me, that rubber cock almost digging a hole in my stomach, and her lips mashed against mine, tongue jamming deep into my mouth. Her hands roamed over my body, first at my breasts, kneading them and pinching and pulling at the nipples, then between my legs, fingers twisting my clit, then plunging deep into my cunt.
"She was good. She must have understood that the only way she could get me to respond to a woman's touch was to be strong, demanding, almost sadistic in her approach to my body. Nothing else would work, but this attack was turning me on like nothing had in a long time.
"Her lips ground against mine, her teeth biting at my tongue as I slid it into her mouth, then at my lower lip, hard enough for me to taste the salty, hot wetness of blood. My blood. Her left hand was almost beating at my tit, and she had three stiffened fingers jammed into my cunt, pushing and pulling and prodding with de- manding desire that increased every second.
"Her lips left mine and began to travel down my body, teeth biting as they went. Not gentle love nips, but cannibalistic bites, leaving red toothmarks in the flesh of my neck, my shoulders, my breasts. She stopped there for a minute to suck a nipple deep into her mouth, chewing on it, filling my body with a pain/pleasure mixture that I cannot describe, but which brought me to a fever pitch of sexual excitement. Then her lips, and her teeth, were moving again, along the ridges of my rib cage, across my belly, and down through the mat of hair between my legs, pulling at it with her teeth, pulling many of them out by the roots.
"Her lips kissed at the lips of my cunt, her tongue lapping back and forth at it, then her teeth were biting, nipping, chewing at them, bringing forth a gush of wetness that told her, better than any words I could have used, just how ready I was for that big rubber cock strapped about her middle. She didn't stop there, though. Her lips and teeth moved on, down under me, and as she spread the cheeks of my ass with her hands her tongue touched the entrance to my rectum, touched it with a loving kiss, nothing like the biting and chewing she had given the rest of my body during her downward passage.
"Using her saliva as a lubricant she pressed her tongue against my anus, wiggling it around, stiffening it, until it slid through and into my ass. Then, just as if she was sucking a cock, she began to put strong suction on my asshole, a suction so strong that, as it combined with the rising tide of passion that was flooding through my body, I felt as though she was going to turn me inside out, pulling my whole body down and through my asshole.
"Even with my hips raised as much as possible, she couldn't get her face tight against my ass, which kept her from getting her tongue all the way inside of me. I could feel the saliva dropping and running along the crack of my ass as she fought to get her tongue deeper and deeper, then she gave up, for the moment at least, and pulled away to let me roll over onto my stomach.
"Once I was on my belly, with my legs spread wide and a pillow under my stomach to raise me up off the bed a little, Ruth got her face right back down against my ass; this time her tongue slid in deep, as deep as it would go, and she began to tickle the walls of my rectum with it, flicking her tongue tip around to touch first one side, then the other. One finger slid into my cunt, pressing against the back wall, squeezing the rectal tube tight around her tongue, and I thought for a minute I was going to come right then, it felt so good.
"Ruth knew that I was ready, and I could sense from her frantic movements and rapid breathing that she was close to an orgasm, too. She drew away from me, sliding her tongue out of my asshole. My face was buried in a pillow, so I couldn't see what she was doing, but I felt it as she changed position on the bed. Then there was the wonderful feeling of the dildo pressing against the flesh of my ass, searching for my anus.
"She was guiding it with her hands, and it went straight to its target. Again, she wasn't gentle in her actions. Once the head of it was against my anus, she gave it a shove, a lunge with the entire weight of her body behind it, and it drove through, driving deep into my ass in one swift plunge.
"The pain of the big rubber cock tearing through my unrelaxed anus was almost more than I could bear, but it was so wonderful that, in reflex, my body lifted off the bed, helping her get it into me all the way. It seemed to be filling me, jamming every inch of my body, the head of it reaching all the way up into my stomach, and without her even having to pump I began to have an orgasm, a tearing climactic release that had me jumping up and down on the bed in complete ecstasy, like some sort of mad acrobat or tumbler.
"Just when I thought it was over, she began to pump in and out of me, and in seconds I was having another orgasm, then another. I just couldn't seem to stop coming, not that I wanted to. Then she began to press the button, and the whole world seemed to fly apart in flaming fragments, like something out of a science-fic- tion movie. It was an orgasm beyond words.
"That orgasm tore through me, filling me with a combination of heat and cold that was fantastic, and all the while this was going on I could hear the little screams, the grunts and moans, that were escaping from Ruth's lips in perfect time with her pumping finger on the button. She was getting hers, just as I was getting mine.
"Our desire, and Ruth's endurance, seemed to know no ends that night. Over and over again we ass-fucked, me shoving the dildo into her eager ass, her cramming it in mine, until dawn was breaking and both of us were too tired to do any more.
"Just as we fell asleep, I wondered if, after tonight, Ruth would ever again so willingly accept the meager attentions of a man. She had found out how a woman could love her, and I hoped-oh, how I hoped-that I would have the chance to love her again and again, day and night."
In today's society there is a strong movement toward the recognition of homosexuality as an acceptable life-style between consulting adults.
Whether Ruth's rapidly developing bisexual tendencies will evolve into total lesbian behavior or not is still an open question, but we have little doubt that, since her introduction into the cult, she has gained a much greater insight into her mental and emotional problems. An insight which cannot help but aid her in her adaptation to life.
In the next interview we find an unusual situation. Instead of the normal pattern of a member of the cult enlisting another person into the cult, we have what might be called almost a mass enlistment, if two people can be described as a "mass." Taking into consideration that every other member was brought in on an individual basis, it can be seen why the case of one couple, already members, enlisting another couple is unusual.
CHAPTER FOUR
Two Plus Two on the Grass
"One of the best ways I've ever found to get a little relaxation is to take off for a long, quiet Sunday drive, not going anywhere in particular. Just pick out a road, point the car along it, and then see where it goes.
"Most of the time when we, my wife and I, did this we started out heading out toward the beach, and then on up the coast, but occasionally we would end up in the mountains instead.
"Of course, not all Sunday drives were relaxing. There was the time we got caught tight in the Sunday night traffic jam coming home on the freeway and were stuck for four hours, and the time the water pump broke out in the middle of nowhere, stranding us overnight. Neither of those drives were very much fun, or very relaxing. For that matter, the last drive of that nature we took, three Sundays ago, wasn't very relaxing, either. It sure was fun, though.
"As usual, Jane and I headed out early Sun- day morning. I guess it was about eight-thirty or nine, and I pointed the hood of the T-Bird out toward the beach. The traffic was light, with only the dedicated surfers on the road, headed for their favorite waves. Long before ten we were out of the built-up area and beach towns, cruising along an almost deserted coast highway with the salt-and-iodine smell of the sea flowing through the open windows of the car.
"About noon we stopped for some lunch- steamed clams and ice-cold beer-at a small roadside restaurant; then, instead of continuing north along the coast, I turned east, inland, heading up a small road into the coastal mountain range for a change of scenery. The road was a narrow, two-lane blacktop, and there was practically no traffic on it. A couple of old pickup trucks passed us going the other way during the first few miles, then nothing. It was almost as if we were all alone in the world, the last survivors of some kind of total catastrophe.
"We must have been driving for almost an hour through wild country, country disturbed only by the hum of the engine, the purr of the tires on the asphalt, and the soft music from the car's radio. Then, passing around a sharp bend in the road, I spotted another car up ahead. It was pulled off the road, the hood up, and a young woman was standing by the rear fender, waving frantically at us. As we pulled up behind her I saw that she had a man with her, leaning over the fender, doing something to the engine. As I eased the car to a stop a couple of feet from the back of the parked car, the man came out from under the hood and walked back toward us.
" 'Having trouble?' I asked; not too original.
" 'Yeah. Sure glad you came along. There hasn't been a car along this road since the car died on us, almost an hour ago, and I'm afraid that whatever's wrong with the engine is beyond my mechanical talents. Can you give us a lift to a phone?" .
" 'Sure. Be glad to."
"They introduced themselves as Steve and Irene, and I was hardly back up to cruising speed before Jane and Irene were buried deep in a woman-type conversation, the kind that makes absolutely no sense most of the time to a listening man. I sat there, driving and listening, trying to figure out what the hell they were talking about for about three minutes, then pulled off again for a bit of seat-swapping. Jane got in the back with Irene and Steve got in front with me. That made the conversational opportunities a bit more even, and Steve and I talked cars for a while, then football, then about nothing much in particular.
"We hit it off right away, discovering that we had a lot of likes and dislikes in common. Just when we were warming up, though, about ten miles from the place where we had picked them up, I spotted a farmhouse off to the side of the road.
" 'Maybe they have a phone there,' I said. 'We can check anyway.' I pulled the car into a dirt driveway and parked in front of the house. There was no sign of life, but the place had a look that said someone lived there, so Steve got out and went up to knock on the door. After a few minutes of waiting without results, he came back.
" 'The door's wide open, but nobody seems to be home. I can see a phone inside the living room. Why don't you honk your horn a couple of times to see if that raises anyone?'
"I leaned on the horn several times, then we sat and waited for about five minutes, but without results, so Steve decided to take a chance on the owner's hospitality and just go on in and use the phone, calling collect. He came out about ten minutes later and gave us the news.
" 'I called the auto club, and after giving me a long argument they agreed to come out for us, but they said it would be at least three hours before they could get a tow truck out here.'
"Before we had left the house that morning, Jane had packed some sandwiches and beer in the little ice chest that I keep in the trunk, and we decided to eat them there before taking Steve and Irene back to their car. There was a nice little patch of soft-looking grass under a tree at the side of the house, and we spread a blanket there for our picnic, inviting Steve and Irene to join us.
"It turned out that nobody was really too interested in the sandwiches, but the beer went down fast and, probably because of the heat of the day, those two six-packs we had brought had us all giggling and laughing before long. And then the fun started.
"Steve said something about Irene's boobs, Irene punched him in the ribs, and in minutes they had one hell of a wrestling match going. As they rolled around on the blanket, Irene's dress kept getting higher and higher, and pretty soon it became obvious that she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. I had my arm around Jane, and she noticed my natural reaction to Irene's exposure, a growing hard on. She dug an elbow into my ribs, and we started our own wrestling match.
"Somehow we ended up in a four-person tangle, with Jane and me lying head-to-head but pointed in different directions, and Irene and Steve were down by my belt buckle somewhere. I didn't get a chance to see what they were up to, because Jane clamped her lips to mine and gave me a deep French kiss. I was just warming up to the kiss when I got a real shock. Someone pulled down my zipper, pulled out my stiff cock, and wrapped a pair of hot, wet lips around the head of it!
"I broke the kiss with Jane, raised my head a little, and looked down toward my waist to see what was going on. It was Irene giving me that beautiful head job, and Steve had her dress bunched up around her hips and his head was buried between her legs, his tongue busy on her delicious-looking cunt, licking up a storm.
"Jane didn't give me a chance to say anything about Irene's action on my cock. She grabbed me by the hair, pulled my head down hard, and again locked her lips on mine, her tongue searching deep inside my mouth.
"We lay there like that for several minutes, with Irene bringing me closer and closer to a climax with her loving tongue; then Jane suddenly sat up, breaking the kiss, and pulled off her slacks and panties. She sat down again, this time astraddle my chest. It was too much!
"I cupped the cheeks of her ass with my hands and pulled her forward, toward my face and hungry tongue, until her moistly red slit was only inches away. Then I slowly slid the tip of my tongue into her cunt, tasting her warm fe-maleness and feeling her body tense above mine. Going in only a fraction of an inch, I slid my tongue back and forth the length of her slit, then stabbed it deep into her Cunt, bringing a little cry of pleasure to her lips.
"In and out I shot my tongue, faster and faster, until I could feel her body beginning to shake. Then, with a sudden lunge, she pressed herself against my face, just at the moment when those hot lips and loving tongue running over my cock brought me to a climax. My hips jerked in reflex as my body arched upward, driving my spurting cock deep into Irene's mouth, and I could taste the hot flood of love juice washing through Jane's cunt as she came.
"I fell back flat on the blanket, my muscles shaking with reaction to my release, but I wasn't given a chance to rest. It wasn't over yet.
"Before my cock had a chance to even think about going soft, Steve had pulled Jane away from me, off my chest, giving me no chance to object, and Irene was straddling me, her back to me, the hair between her legs brushing against the head of my cock, sending fire through it and new life into my body.
"I could hardly believe what I was seeing as her silky-smooth hand wrapped around my cock and set the head of it against the brown circle of her asshole. With a little squirming of her hips she slowly sank down over it. I watched in amazement as my stiff rod slowly disappeared into the brown, gleaming wetness of her asshole, being swallowed then bathed by a tremendous heat in her body. Soon she was all the way down on top of me, and as I used my hands on her hips to lift her up, to start a pumping action, I glanced over to see Steve on top of Jane, her legs up over his shoulders, wrapped around his neck as he jammed his big cock in and out of her ass! My Jane, taking it in the ass! We had never even considered doing such a thing! She sure seemed to be enjoying it, though, judging from the way she was forcing her ass against Steve's cock every time he lunged forward.
"My thoughts about Jane, and my observation of Steve bungholing her, was broken as my attention was yanked back to what was happening to me as Irene began to pump her ass up and down on my cock, faster and faster. I looked down to where our bodies met and saw her lifting until I was almost completely out of her, only the head of my cock still buried inside her ass, the ring around the head of it exposed to the cool air, then she dropped down over me again until my balls were pressed tightly against the soft hairs around her cunt. What a feeling that was!
"Up and down she pumped, and I felt her body tighten and shudder once, then twice, as she climaxed. Obviously the stories I had heard that a woman couldn't get her rocks off from being fucked in the ass were wrong. Irene was certainly getting off, and my cock was buried as deep in her ass as it would go!
"When she came a third time I grabbed her by the waist and pushed her to one side, toppling her off me without pulling my cock out of her ass, which did a good job of twisting it around. I thought for a minute it was going to tear right off. Then I was on top of her, matching Steve's position on Jane, with Irene's legs up around my neck, bringing her ass up tight against me.
"For a minute there was mass confusion as we got everything in the right place, then her legs were over my shoulders and her sharp fingernails were digging into the skin of my waist as she held herself tight against me, pulling me deep into her ass as I lunged away, pumping as hard as I could, putting every possible ounce of strength, shove, and penetration into every stroke. I was getting my cock all the way into her ass, buried right up to the base, and the feeling was better than any cunt in the world. Hot and tight as a virgin, with that little ring of muscle milking my cock with every stroke.
"Irene seemed to be going through one long, continuous climax, then my body seemed to explode as my cock jerked and pumped inside her ass, flooding her with my hot juice. When it was over she rolled away from me, onto the grass, fighting for breath, too exhausted to speak. I wasn't exactly rested, either, and when I glanced over to see how Jane and Steve were doing, I saw an old Ford pickup parked in the driveway and a couple of young hippie-types were Standing on the porch, looking at us, all smiles. Steve and Jane seemed to be finished, too, although Steve still had his cock buried in her ass.
"When they saw that I was looking their way, the hippie couple walked over to where we were lying, exhausted, and the guy offered me a drink of the beer he was holding. I took it with silent gratitude, my mouth too dry to speak, then got up and began to dress. He looked at me, still smiling, then spoke for the first time.
" 'Say, the next time you cats want to do a little balling, just go on in the house and use the bed. It's softer than the ground. If we aren't here the door's always open, and if we are here, maybe we can join in. We can both dig that sort of action. Or any other that you can think of.'
"Both Steve and I thanked him as Steve and the girls got dressed, then we went back to the car and drove to where we had left Steve's broken-down wheels. None of us said much of anything on the way back, but when we were ready to drop Steve and Irene off, he hit us with this proposition.
" 'Look,' he said, 'I don't think I'd be wrong to say that you both enjoyed what happened this afternoon. I don't mean just the sex, but the anal bit. Right?'
"I looked over at Jane for a minute, saw confirmation of my own thoughts in her eyes, then nodded an affirmative to Steve.
"'Well, we have this little club. Sort of a get-together on a regular basis of people who dig anal action. Ass-fucking, to be blunt about it. We think you and Jane would make good members, and we'd like to sponsor you.'
" 'Ah ... does the swapping, the changing partners, thing go with the anal stuff?' I asked.
" 'Yes. Usually. We believe that sex is something that should be enjoyed in all its forms, especially the anal form, and the best way to enjoy it to its fullest is with a variety of partners. That way you're able to sample all the various techniques and sizes, both of assholes and cocks.'
"We told them that we would think it over, and he gave us a card with the address of the house where the anal cult met, telling us that the next meeting when the full membership would be present would be on Wednesday night. He said that there would be some members there every night, but that Wednesdays were the big affairs.
"That night Jane and I talked it over, but we couldn't come to any conclusion. We were discussing it in bed, while we had a final cigarette. When she rolled over to put it out in the ashtray I snuggled up against her, my cock suddenly grown hard, pressing against her ass. She knew immediately what I wanted, and I guess she wanted it, too.
"By the time we were finished there was no further discussions needed. We were there for that Wednesday night meeting, and now we're permanent members. We've both found a new way of relaxing that sure beats the hell out of just driving around looking at the scenery!"
Although he never directly mentions it in his narrative, it is quite obvious that there are some serious difficulties in the marriage of Carl and Jane, difficulties which, had not their involvement in the sexual activities of the anal cult intervened, would probably have broken up their marriage before too much more time had passed, a situation which would have been most unfortunate, since in most respects they were quite compatible.
The problems they faced were not all their own fault. Today's marriage depends primarily upon the desires and personalities the spouses bring into it. Their personalities are originally shaped and formed largely by their parents and by the various forms of married life to which they were exposed as children, married life modes which often do not properly serve or suit the newlyweds of today's generation. These circumstances, combined with the greatly prolonged duration of the average marriage as couples marry at ever earlier ages and the average lifespan increases, compound some of the specific burdens of the modern marriage, burdens which are, to a great extent, responsible for the increase in divorces in today's society.
Whether the prevalence of actual marital maladjustment is greater or not to that of earlier years is uncertain. Because the marriage now depends so greatly on the marriage partners' personalities, the high prevalence of individual emotional and sexual maladjustment in marriage must be taken into account.
Modern statistics show that one out of every ten people in the United States spends some time in a mental institution, and the prevalence of personal maladjustment, which depends so largely on direct personality factors, obviously carries a commensurate incidence of instability. Of course, marriage can lend support and stability to an unstable partner, if the other partner is strong enough emotionally. But the increase of the marriage time span in this century requires that a successful marital relationship be adaptable to more stages and challenges of longer Lives, which are the obvious breeders of boredom.
In today's sexually freer society married men and women depend more on their inner resources for successful adaptation because, compared with other cultures, there are relatively few social rules or rituals concerning marriage. In the United States of today society and religion generally concern themselves only with the beginning of a marriage, with the children born of that marriage, and with the eventual death or divorce which dissolves the marriage. Aside from registration of the newborn, society generally intervenes with a family only if gross mistreatment of children is made evident. Otherwise, marital partners are on their own to mesh their personalities and sexual desires into the kind of bond and coalition they desire and are capable of; but, it must be remembered, their capabilities may often fall short of their desires.
If this happens, they may seek help through counseling, which is available only to a very limited extent despite the proliferation of marriage counseling agencies, they may live on in conflict and disharmony, or they may seek a divorce. A fourth alternative, one not often mentioned in psychological studies of marriages, is the involvement in more esoteric forms of sexual behavior outside the marriage, such as "swinging" or "wife-swapping." In effect, this is the type of situation Carl and Jane have become involved in, and there is an excellent chance that their involvement will provide that fourth alternative and thus save their marriage.
The personalities, sexual ambitions and desires, and sociocultural values these two individuals have brought to their marriage are of more value in determining the nature of their relationship than are their hopes, dreams, and intentions during their courtship period.
This situation is quite common in today's industrialized society, .where marriage and offspring have shifted during this century from being economic advantages and even necessities, to being economic liabilities. The basis for marriage and for marital continuity has changed from tangible issues to the intangible necessities and requisites of companionship, encompassing physical, intellectual, affectionate, and social facets. Although the partners can share the economic burdens, they rarely can do so side by side, as they would in dividing complementary tasks on a farm.
Partners choose each other by and large on the basis of their feelings and hopes. Among the less conscious motivations and unrealistic factors that lead to marriage are many neurotic tendencies and needs. Most common among these is probably the use of marriage to achieve independence from the family which the young man or woman cannot accomplish as an individual. Marriage, in this situation, is merely an escape from an apparently intolerable situation. But it is an escape into what usually becomes another intolerable situation, if not worse.
This brings to the marriage a certain dependency of needs, which are likely to result in expecting parental care from the spouse. Another such factor is social pressure, especially on girls, from one's family or friends, that marriage at a certain age is an essential earmark of success in life.
Not all unconscious or external determinants need be unsound, though. The choice of a marital partner is a complex process, and a certain intuitive sense of personality fit between two people seems to operate effectively at times, even if neither spouse can account for it explicitly. There are many paths to a successful marriage, sound and unsound foundations for family life, but spouses can build sound relationships even if they have united for ill-considered reasons. One of the chief criteria for a successful marriage is that it further the individual's growth and the growth as a unit. While Carl and Jane have not formed a successful marriage, by normal standards, their relationship with each other and with the anal cult has led to a sexual and personal growth situation which has stabilized their marriage, and it can therefore be termed a satisfactory adjustment.
"It had been Irene's idea for us to go on a picnic that day, and while I wasn't all that enthusiastic, I agreed. When the car broke down out in the middle of nowhere, with absolutely no traffic to flag down for help, I got a little hot. Later, though, after we had met Carl and Jane, I was pleased, to say the least, that we had gone. I wasn't even too unhappy about the repair bill I got on the car later that week.
"I don't claim to be a trained psychologist, or anything like that, but after talking to Carl for a while, and listening to Jane and Irene talking, it became pretty obvious they were so bored with each other's company that they were dying to meet somebody new. I gathered that, because of Carl's job, they didn't have many friends or acquaintances. Right away I got the idea of curing that by introducing them into the cult.
"Carl and I had a lot in common, so we hit it off right away. Jane, bless her heart, seemed to be as lacking in the normal female jealousy and cattiness as Irene, which was a necessary element if they were to join the cult. After all, you can't very well be jealous and still agree to share your husband, or wife, with others. Especially when the sharing goes two ways, and involves getting or giving it in the ass. That sort of jealousy causes nothing but hassles, and we're careful not to let people who are jealous into the cult.
"The house we found was perfect for our, or I guess I should say, my plans. Deserted, but with a phone which I could use to call for help, and a little grassy area where we could relax for a while. The fact that Carl had a cooler full of beer with him to liven things up was an added extra attraction that did a lot to make things easier for all of us.
"I said something, I don't even remember what, about Irene's tits, and that started things moving. It was almost as if she knew what I was planning, and started the action just so I could succeed in my plans.
"She jabbed me in the ribs, a good, hard punch, and I grabbed her and started wrestling, tickling and biting her, a bit of action that always turns her on. She has a habit of not wearing any panties, and before long her skirt was bunched up around her hips, her hairy twat exposed for all the world to see.
"Of course, the only persons in the world there to see it, besides me, were Carl and Jane, and Carl's reaction was perfect. Even from where I was lying on the ground, trying to hang on to a twisting and turning Irene, I could see the bulge growing in the front of Carl's pants.
"Jane saw it, too, and proceeded to give him hell about it. Not shrewish hell, but playful hell, starting a wrestling match just like the one Irene and I were having. When they finally ran out of breath, which wasn't too long thanks to the way they were laughing, they were lying head to head, but pointed in opposite directions, and Irene and I were lying at right angles to them, with our heads right near Carl's waist.
"Irene's dress was, if anything, even higher, and her legs were spread apart, so I did the natural thing, forgetting, for a moment, about my plans. I gave her a big, juicy kiss right on the twat, sliding my tongue in until my chin was pressed tight against her wet cunt-lips. That really got her going, but not the way I expected. I had thought she would pull me around so we could have a little sixty-nine, but when I heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down I realized that it wasn't mine.
"I looked up from my sexy lunch and saw her busy fingers pulling Carl's swollen cock out of his pants. She didn't waste any time playing around, but locked her lips around it and began pumping her mouth up and down. I knew that had to be getting to him. As I knew from experience, Irene could really give some head.
"That little piece of action seemed to have set Jane off. She jumped up from where she was lying, quickly pulled off her clothes, and sat down across Carl's chest, giving his tongue a shot at her twat. He went to it like a starving man, and I went back to licking away at Irene's cunt, switching back and forth between getting my tongue deep inside her and nibbling at the hard little knob of her clit, sticking out like a little female prick.
"It seemed as though everyone came at once. Everyone except me, that is. Irene jammed her twat down on my face, jerking away and getting wetter and wetter. Carl was moaning and groaning like someone was torturing him, then sighing like the torture had just been stopped, and Jane was giving out with little screams as she shoved her crotch tight against Carl's face. I could even see the muscles in her back knotting up as she came against his face. It must have been good for all of them, but now it was my turn.
"I lay there for a few minutes, until I was sure everyone was through getting their rocks. I didn't want to interrupt anything. When Irene finally let Carl's cock slide out of her mouth, and Carl let his head drop back away from Jane's twat, I was ready to make my move. I got up and took Jane by the shoulders, pulling her up and off Carl's face.
"For a second I thought he was going to object, but Irene took care of that. She got up and sat down over his prick, lining it up with her asshole, then dropped down over him, taking it all in at once. Irene's had a lot of practice at ass-fucking, and she knows how to relax her hole so that a prick can slide right straight in, without having to go slow to keep from hurting her. I guess that's why she's so popular at cult meetings. All the men seem to want a shot at her ass, and I can't blame them in the least. I go after it myself, and I don't have to wait for meetings. I get it every night at home, and I still dig it. She's that good.
"I pulled Jane over several feet from where Carl and Irene were now getting it on, laid a little kissing and nibbling on her tits to make sure that she was feeling rather than thinking, then lay her back on the grass. Her cunt was shining with a mixture of lubrication, come, and saliva, and was a tempting target. I'm a little different than most of the cult members, in that I don't really care what hole I put my prick in, as long as I can get my rocks off. I dig assholes, but not that much more than twats or mouths. I'll fuck a broad in her ear, if that's the only hole open at the time.
"Jane was still hot and ready, and I knew that I wasn't going to have any more trouble with her than Irene was having with Carl. She was ready to get fucked, and I don't think she would have minded if I had stuck my prick in her left nostril, just so it went in somewhere. She was that hot and ready. It wasn't her nostril I wanted, though. It was her sweet brown shit-chute.
"While I was making sure that Jane was ready for a dose of my aching prick I kept an eye on the action between Carl and Irene, and was happy to see that he really seemed to be digging her anal action. She was sliding up and down on his cock a mile a minute, bouncing like some kind of bucking bronco rider in a rodeo, and he was puffing and panting away like a steam engine. His hands were around her waist, helping her with the bouncing, and there was no doubt in my mind that we had at least one new recruit for the cult.
"Jane had her eyes closed and was rocking back and forth, side to side, waiting for me to stick it to her. I didn't let her wait any longer.
"She was ready and willing as I lifted her legs, fitting them on top of my shoulders, and settled forward, sliding the end of my prick into the crack of her ass. When the head of it pressed against her tight hole her legs clamped down on my neck, hard, and for a moment I was afraid she was going to try to stop me. Then she relaxed, and I began to push, trying to get through her anus and into her ass.
"She was too tight, though, and without lubrication there was no chance I could get into her without hurting both of us. I lifted away from her a little, letting my prick slide out of her ass-crack, and stuck a couple of fingers into her twat. I slid them around and in and out for a couple of minutes, picking up lots of her juice. When I thought my fingers were wet enough I slipped them out of her twat and rubbed them over the head of my prick, getting it good and wet, then spread the rest over and around her asshole, sliding one finger in a little bit just to see how it felt.
"It must have felt damn good to her, because her body jackknifed a foot off the ground and she let out with a loud moan when my finger slid in. If I got that much reaction just from a finger, what would she do when I stuck my prick into her?
"When I had both of us good and wet I sent my hands back to her hips, holding them in place with her ass raised up off the ground, and again leaned forward, pressing my prick against her. This time she knew what I was doing, and she showed me that she was ready for it by reaching down, grabbing my prick, and directing it right up to her rosy little asshole. There wasn't any question about her willingness to take it there.
"Even so, I took it easy going into her, sliding my prick in a fraction of an inch at a time, letting her get used to the feel of it and letting her asshole stretch and adapt to the size of it. Going that way, it must have taken me two or three minutes to get the head of it inside of her, two or three minutes that brought me right to the point of shooting.
"I stopped moving for several long seconds, holding completely still while I got my body under control and drove back the demands of my prick. It wasn't easy, but I managed it. That's when I started shoving again, a steady push on my prick that sent it all the way into her ass.
"When I hit bottom I thought Jane was going to explode. Her legs locked tight around my neck again, pulling her body, her ass, toward me, pulling her ass right up against my crotch. I had a couple of fingers in her twat, working both it and her clit over while my prick was busy in her ass, and I could feel the muscles in her twat jumping and contracting around my fingers just as her clit disappeared into her flesh with the coming of her orgasm.
"It must have really been good for her, judging by the way her body was twisting and roll- ing around on the ground in front of me, and by the bruises I had on my neck and shoulders the next day. Somehow I knew, though, that she was one of those women with the capacity to come and come, over and over again, so I continued to . hold back my own climax, starting a slow sliding of my prick in and out of her ass, fucking her back entrance as gently and lovingly as any other man would screw her twat. Because I wanted more of her asshole in the future, I made sure that she got just what she needed that afternoon. A really good screwing.
"I was thinking hard about intentionally going slow with Jane for two reasons. To make it especially good for her, and to hold back my climax for as long as possible. I guess, actually, that they were both the same reason.
"Anyway, in thinking about it, I decided to try something a little different. On one upstroke, pulling my prick back out of her ass, I let it come back all the way, completely out of her. I saw her eyes fly open in surprise when I slipped out of her ass, but they closed again and a big smile stretched her facial muscles as I moved it forward just a little and rammed it home in her twat, pushing the head of it right up to the end of her vagina in one swift lunge.
"Then, without pausing, I pulled it back out again and sent it sliding back into her asshole. I started a back and forth motion like that, one stroke in her ass, one in her twat, then back to her ass again, keeping the strokes slow enough to allow me to establish a smooth and constant rhythm, a rhythm that she was soon matching with her pumping hips.
"She was still coming every two or three minutes, each climax a little stronger than the one before, and after about five minutes I just couldn't hold out any longer. My balls felt as if they were about to explode with stored up passion. I couldn't hold onto that slow, steady rhythm. The desire in my body was too strong.
"I forgot about the alternating holes, forgot about her jerking cunt, and concentrated on slamming my prick in and out of her ass. Her anus was relaxed enough now, and her rectum was sufficiently lubricated so there was no need for me to take it easy to keep from hurting her. I could drive my prick in and out as fast as I wanted to, and that was pretty damn fast and hard.
"The sweat was pouring off my body and dripping down onto Jane's belly, and I couldn't seem to get enough air into my lungs. Then the end of my cock seemed to explode, pumping out a stream of come that burned all the way down my cock. That set off one last, tremendous orgasm in her, an orgasm so strong that she lifted her whole body off the ground with her hands and slammed it forward against me, driving my cock deep into her asshole and preventing me from doing any more pumping. I tried to draw back, to pull my prick out a little for one last thrust, but no matter how far back I pulled she followed me, keeping my prick deep inside of her. Her anal ring was contracted around my prick, and as her orgasm reached its peak it tightened so much that I thought I was going to scream from the pain. Even though it hurt, it squeezed the last drop of come out of me, finishing off my orgasm with a final jerk of my cock that left me completely drained and exhausted."
"To listen to him talk, you'd think that getting Jane and Carl to join the cult was all Steve's idea. Well, let me tell you, I had the same idea, and probably long before he did. As a matter of fact, as soon as I saw them pull up I began thinking about it, probably because I was thinking that the only thing that was going to cool Steve off, after all the trouble we had run into with my picnic idea, was a good fucking. That's one of the reasons I love Steve. It doesn't matter how mad he may be, all I have to do is wave my ass at him and he gets over his mad right away. I guess you might call him pussy-whipped, or, in our case, ass-whipped, but whatever you call it, I dig it. We don't have many serious arguments, and we both get all the fucking we need, and then some.
"Anyway, all the time we were with Carl and Jane, looking for a phone, I was checking Jane out, and by the time we found that farmhouse I was pretty sure that she was ready for a little anal activity. She didn't come right out and say it, but I got the idea that she was pretty bored with Carl, even though she still loved him as much as she ever had, and he was feeling the same about her. They needed a little variety, and I figured I had just the answer for her. Our anal cult. If that didn't put a little variety in their lives, nothing would.
"So, when we started that little picnic thing, and had all drunk enough beer to get sort of giggly. I was looking for an excuse to start something. Something that would lead to sex, and an involvement of Carl and Jane in a little anal stuffing. Knowing Steve, I figured it wouldn't be long before I found my excuse, and I was right.
"We were sort of joking around, and he said something about me having tits like a pair of Buick bumper guards. That was all I needed. I gave him a hard poke in the ribs and that started the wrestling match. Before long Carl and Jane were at it, too, just as I had planned, and there was the scent of sex in the air. I had deliberately let my dress crawl up my legs until Carl couldn't help but notice that I didn't have anything on under it, and his instant hard on told me that, if only Jane would cooperate, I could get that hard on inside my ass.
"Jane was no problem at all. She had a lip lock on Carl when Steve started in on me. He's always horny, so it didn't surprise me when his tongue went to work on my pussy. To be honest, I guess I'm just as horny as he is, and it sure did feel good, that, slightly rough tongue of his licking at my clit and probing around in my pussy.
"After all the wrestling around, we had ended up with my head right down by Carl's crotch, so it was the most natural thing in the world for me to reach out and pull his zipper down. The minute I did, his cock pushed his shorts out through the opening; a little manipulating with my fingers and it was right out there in the open, sticking out of his pants like a flagpole with a little circle of hair around the base taking the place of grass. It was a pretty good-size tool, too. About seven inches long and a little over an inch thick. Not too big to get in my ass, but big enough that I was going to feel it going in.
"I wrapped my fingers around it for a couple of seconds, savoring the heat that was radiating from it, then I bent my neck a little to bring my lips into position, opened them a bit, and let the head of it slide into my mouth. There was already a little drop of seminal fluid on the tip of it, tasting hot and salty, and just like an aphrodisiac it began sending messages of fire through my system. Messages that flashed down to meet the messages that were being sent upward by Steve's tongue in my cunt. Where they met, in the center of my body, it felt as if someone had set a fire.
"I had been lying on my side, with Steve's head between my legs, but I couldn't get a good shot at Carl's cock in that position, so I began to shift around, and Steve moved right with me, never missing a lick. I ended up lying on my stomach, with Steve underneath me at sort of an angle, his head raised between my legs so that his tongue could get all the way into my pussy. In that position I could do just about anything J wanted with my mouth, so I did what was necessary, sliding my lips down over Carl's cock until the head of it was tucked away at the back of my mouth.
"Carl's cock was one of those ridged ones, with lots of veins right up under the skin making lots of little bumps on it, and I traced every one of those bumps and ridges with my tongue as I slid my mouth up and down over it. I didn't realize just how hot Carl was, or I would have taken it a little easier and slower.
"Long before I thought he was ready, just as Steve's tongue was giving me my first climax, Carl's cock seemed to grow even larger, then a hot stream of come gushed out of it and down my throat. For a second I gagged on it, then I got my throat muscles working, swallowing, and I sucked every drop out of him.
"I didn't know it at the time, but quite by coincidence Jane was coming at the same time as Carl and I. We all did our thing as the orgasms shuddered their way to completion; then all of us sort of relaxed to catch our breath. I figured that if Jane was going to stop me, now was the time, when she saw what I was doing to her hus- band. She didn't say a word, though, and neither did Carl when Steve pulled her off him, leading her a few feet away from where we had been lying for a little fucking. Steve's good, and I knew that he could make Jane really dig getting it in the ass. That left it up to me to make Carl dig it, a task I was looking forward to.
"Carl was just lying there, looking like the world had come to an end with his orgasm, so I took the initiative. I climbed up on him, facing his feet so that he would be able to see just what was going on, and eased my body downward until I felt the head of his cock slipping between the cheeks of my ass.
"I've been taking it in the ass for quite a few years now, and I learned a long time ago how to consciously relax my anus so that a cock will slide in without any trouble. It's sort of like the way you unconsciously relax when you take a shit, but without the rectal pushing that's necessary to force the turd out. That's why, as soon as I had shifted around a little to get his cock in just the right position, I was able to just sit down, letting it slide right up my ass.
"Because I was facing away from him I couldn't see the expression on Carl's face, but I had a pretty good idea of how he was reacting. When I slipped the ring of my anus down along the shaft of his cock, his feet stiffened and his toes sort of curled up, and I could feel the muscles in his thighs bunching up underneath me.
"I was just guessing about how my actions were affecting Carl, but there was no guessing necessary about how it was getting to me. That big cock of his felt so good shoved up my ass that I wanted to cry and scream and yell. Instead, I began to lift up and then drop suddenly down, sliding my ass along the full length of his cock, and at the same time I used my fingers on my clit and in my cunt to bring me to the point of coming even sooner. I was in a hurry to climax, hoping that a climax by me would be matched by Carl.
"It was only a few minutes before Carl got the idea and began to take a little direct action of his own. His fingers dug into the flesh at my waist and began to help me lift up and down, setting the rhythm of my movements, and his hips began to jerk a little under me, slamming that last little bit of his cock into my ass with each stroke.
"I knew it wasn't going to be long before I came, and somehow I knew that Carl was holding back, that it was going to be quite a while before he got his rocks off, so I just let myself go, and about three strokes later every muscle in my body tightened up, and with what felt like skyrockets going off in my mind and a hand grenade in my belly I came and came and came. I jammed my ass down hard on Carl's crotch, trying to get every fraction of his seven inches inside of me, and he cooperated by arching his hips upward and pulling me down tight with his hands.
"After that it was only necessary for me to get him to come, and I knew we had him hooked into the cult. He had his own ideas about how he was going to come, though, ideas that I was all in favor of.
"Without taking his cock out of my ass, in a move that I wouldn't have thought was possible before that day, he pushed me to one side, then rolled me completely over so that he was lying on top of me with my stomach pressed into the grass. He pumped away at me a couple of times, driving deep, but I guess that wasn't quite what he wanted.
"After one particularly hard lunge he slid his cock all the way out of my ass, and the feeling it gave me when my anus popped closed almost made me come again. Then, with hands that were by no means gentle, he grabbed my hips and rolled me over underneath him.
"I guess he had been watching Steve as he was fucking Jane, because he matched Steve's favorite position, kneeling between my legs with my calves on top of his shoulders and my ass raised to press against his cock. He gave me a look that seemed to be asking if I approved, so I gave him a big smile, and when I did he stuck his cock back up against my anus and, with one steady shove, buried it all the way into my ass again. This time, for some reason, I really felt the size of his cock, and I know that I screamed when it hit bottom. It just felt too damn good for me to keep taking it quietly.
"Carl must have been watching Steve pretty closely while Steve was ass-fucking his wife, because he screwed me just the way Steve always had, but better. His cock was driving in and out of my ass, and he had both hands down at my pussy, the fingers of one hand sliding in and out of my cunt, the fingers of the other playing with my clit. Then he added a little extra touch of his own. With each downward stroke he would rise up a little off his knees, and when he did that, his cock, refusing to bend inside of me, would put hard pressure on the walls of my rectum, pressure that was matched by his fingers inside my cunt. It was wonderful, and I knew that it must have been getting to him as well.
"His chest was heaving and pumping, almost as strongly as his cock was pumping in my ass, and his face was gleaming with sweat. With every lunge, a little grunt would escape from his lips, and I could feel both the heat and size of his cock growing in my ass with each passing second.
"Then his mouth was open and gasping, groans and moans mixing with the whistling of air through his throat, and I felt his boiling hot come splashing around inside my ass, wetting down the walls and making it even more slippery inside, making his sliding cock move quicker and quicker.
"When I felt that, I let myself go and had an orgasm that was the best of the day by far. The fever that had been filling my body had gath- ered in a tight, burning little knot in my belly, and all of a sudden that knot exploded and I saw nothing but red stars and yellow sheets of flame for long seconds as my body pumped itself dry.
"When it was all over and we were all lying there, completely exhausted, before anyone noticed the farm owners watching us, I remember thinking that Carl and Jane were going to make a fine addition to the cult, and that I was going to have to arrange a regular schedule, just so I could get more of that wonderful cock of his in my ass. It hasn't been easy, since a lot of other members seem to feel the same way now, but I still manage to get my share, and, believe me, I love every minute of it."
Out of all the people I interviewed at the cult, Steve, Irene, Carl, and Jane seem to be the ones who have made the best adaptation, who have established the best mode of life to control their various problems. The boredom that was troubling Carl and Jane has been alleviated by their entrance into the cult, and the highly developed hypersexuality of Steve and Irene has found an outlet both in their anal cult activities and in their recruiting of new members. Both couples seem to have come to grips with the guilt reactions that normally follow activities such as this, and, in coming to grips with their guilt, they have formed a much more stable relationship.
In the final study we will examine the entrance of a young man into the anal cult who had no apparently serious psychosexual problems. Instead, his attraction to anal activities stemmed from a growing problem in our society: cultural and social alienation.
CHAPTER FIVE
Take Me for a Ride, Baby!
"Riding a bike can really be a gas, especially if it's a chopper. The complete freedom and sense of power a chopper rider feels every time he kicks his machine to life is like nothing else in the world. Of course there are other side benefits to riding that make it even more enjoyable. "Like the undisguised envy that every young girl who sees you feels, or the fear that most older people show when you're around. Best of all though, is the way the sight and sound of that big bike, and the to-hell-with-it attitude of the chopper rider turns chicks on. Not just young chicks, either. Women in their forties, teeny-boppers, housewives and hippie chicks, they're all turned on by guys who ride choppers. When you get them on the bike with you they blend that six-hundred pounds of steel between your legs with what nature hung there. Ninety-nine times out of a hundred you'll end up in bed with any chick you manage to get on the back of your bike. Half the time with her raping you before you have a chance to put the make on her. That's just the way bikes seem to affect most chicks.
"That's how I got into the Cult. Through one of those chicks who wanted to take a ride.
"I went out just to do a little cruising ... not going anywhere in particular ... just heading out to get some fresh air in my armpits. After riding aimlessly for an hour or so, I pointed the bike towards the park where a couple of local rock bands were giving a free concert. When I got there, I chained the bike to a light pole. I tried to walk over to where the concert was going on but the crowd was so damn thick that I couldn't get closer than a hundred feet from the music. After pushing and shoving for a while, I decided to give up and headed back for the bike. I get awfully nervous when my bike's out of sight. Chains can be cut, three husky guys can throw a bike in the back of a pickup in a minute, and be gone before anyone realizes what's happening.
"When I got back to the parking lot I climbed on the bike, leaving it down on the side stand. I put my feet up on the bars and leaned back against the sissy bar, completely relaxed. With two fingers I worked a butt out of the pocket of my cut-off, lit it, and then looked around the area to see what might be happening in the parking lot. I had had a lot of luck in picking up chicks here before. They knew that this was where we parked our bikes. If they wanted a ride, this was the place to be when we got ready to go.
"There were quite a few kids just sitting and standing around the lot, long-haired guys and surfer-looking chicks. All the chicks had long blonde hair and great big eyes, just the kind of dolls that turn me on. At least, that's the way they all looked to me. There must have been some chicks there with short hair, brown hair, or small eyes, but I didn't see any of them.
"Two of the chicks were looking my way. I looked back at them and gave them a big smile. The next thing I knew they were standing right next to the bike, looking both it and me over quite frankly.
" 'Man,' one of them said, 'you sure have an out-of-sight chopper. What kind is it?'
" 'The only kind, doll,' I answered. 'A Har-ley Seventy-Four.'
" 'Oh, wow! That's the same kind Peter Fonda had in Easy Rider, isn't it?'
" 'Yeah.'
"Her eyes seemed to be getting bigger and bigger. For some reason it looked as though she couldn't stand still.
" 'Did you build it yourself?'
"I nodded my answer, playing a tough and cool role like something out of a third-rate biker movie.
" 'Would you take me for a ride? Please?'
"I almost had to laugh at the pleading tone in her voice.
" 'What about your girl friend?' I asked, nodding towards the other girl, who had moved off a few feet and was looking at my front end. The front end on the bike, that is. My front end was still hidden in my pants.
" 'She can have her ride second, after we get back.' She had obviously misunderstood my question, figuring that if I took her for a ride, I'd follow up by taking her girl friend for a ride when we got back. Only I hadn't figured on coming back from our ride real soon. I had a short stop planned ... at my apartment. She looked sharp. The longer I looked at her, the hornier I got for that sweet-looking young body.
"I had been through a pretty heavy scene of screwing the night before, though, and I figured I could hold out for a while before I became a screaming sex-maniac. I decided to go along with the program.
"I unchained the bike, fired it up with two kicks and put the passenger pegs down. She climbed on, getting her leg bruised against the sissy bar before she managed to swing it across the fender. Then she singed her leg on the hot exhaust pipes running up the right side of the bike. I took off easy. I wanted to see how she was going to react when I leaned the bike over in a turn before I really turned it on.
"Some chicks panic when they feel the bike leaning towards the pavement and try to lean the other way. That's a good way to get yourself smeared all over the pavement. Pve seen a cou- pie of guys that they had to pick up with a blotter because the chick blew it, making 'em lose the bike in a hot turn. Because of that I like to take it easy until I find out if the chick knows anything about riding on the back of a bike.
"She stayed right behind me, though, keeping the sissy bar in the center of her back, leaning back away from me instead of hanging on to my waist the way most inexperienced chicks do. I really took her for a ride, scraping the pegs in the corners and pulling the front wheel a couple feet off the ground on acceleration. I guess she really dug it, because when we got back, about fifteen minutes later, she did a good job of swabbing out the inside of my ear with her tongue before she got off the bike.
"Wondering if maybe I could score with both chicks, I repeated the whole thing with her girl friend. She didn't seem to be as relaxed on the back of the bike, but still didn't do anything stupid. Again I headed back to the parking lot after about fifteen minutes, and the first chick was sitting right there waiting for us.
" 'Hey, man,' she yelled, 'that was really groovy. I really dug it.' She was all smiles and shivers. 'You hungry?'
'"Huh???? Oh, yeah. A little bit.' It had been a long time since breakfast, and I had been thinking of stopping for a hamburger on the way home.
" 'Some friends of ours have a place not far from here,' she said. 'If you want to go up there, I'll fix us something. Mary can drive the car, you can ride me up on the bike. Okay?'
" 'Sure. Why not?' Maybe I'd get some action out of this chick, and maybe not. Even if I didn't, at least I'd get a free feed.
"I fired the bike up again and Lois, that was the chick's name, climbed back on, pointing to where a beat-up Volkswagen was pulling out of the lot with the other chick, Mary, at the wheel. Over the sound of the engine, Lois yelled at me to follow the VW. I did. It wasn't easy. Either that VW was superslow or Mary was a super-cautious driver. For the roughly three miles from the park to the pad I never got out of second gear. At that, I almost ran over the VW a couple of times.
"Mary parked the car in the driveway and went on into the house while I chained the bike up on the lawn, where I would be able to see it from one of the windows. Then Lois and I followed her.
"We went through the front door and right away I got a funny feeling that someone was standing behind me. Before I had a chance to turn around and check out the feeling, a pair of arms went around my waist, a hand was rubbing at my crotch. I twisted around to look behind me. It was Mary ... bare-ass naked! I turned back to Lois and saw that she was taking off her clothes, too. What a grabber this turned out to be!
"Whatever it was they were planning, I cer- tainly wasn't about to fight it. I cooperated by starting to take off my clothes, too. Lois was down to bare skin before I even had my shirt off, showing off a beautiful total tan. She and Mary decided to help me, pulling buttons loose, opening my belt buckle, unbuttoning my Levi's-the last being accompanied by assorted rubs against the bulge that had grown in the front of my shorts.
"Lois took me by one hand, Mary by the other, and they led me through a big living room that must have had ten couches in it, along a hallway, and into a bedroom. Nobody had said a word since we had come into the house, and, to be honest, there wasn't much that needed to be said. They were saying it all with their hands.
"They led me over to a king-size bed and, being as cooperative as possible, I climbed into the middle of it and lay down on my back. The girls got in on opposite sides and Lois just sat there while Mary gave me a long, deep tongue kiss. When we finally broke for air Mary sat up straight and it was Lois's turn to swap a little spit with me.
"When we finally broke for air again I decided it was time for me to take a little action of my own. I reached up with one hand and began to caress one of Lois's tits, tweaking the nipple with my fingers, and began to rub my other hand gently back and forth on Mary's thigh. I was almost getting cross-eyed, trying to look at both of them at once.
"When I touched her tit Lois arched her back, almost like a cat being petted, and I expected her to start purring at any minute. She didn't, though. Instead she looked down at me, gave me a big smile, then lifted her leg up and over me, straddling my chest with her wet cunt only inches from my eyes. The invitation was too much to resist. I bent my head forward and kissed those juicy lips, sliding my tongue in just a little ways, curving the tip of it for a minute, then sliding it out again slowly. As I did this I felt Mary shifting her position on the bed, pulling my hand away from her thigh, and the furry damp patch I was just beginning to explore with my fingers. Then her lips, hot and cold at the same time, were wrapped around the head of my cock.
"I spread her cunt-lips wide with my fingers, searching deeper and deeper into Lois's cunt with my tongue, while Mary stroked away on my cock with her mouth and tongue. I was really getting hot and horny.
"My tongue action was really getting to Lois, and after a few minutes of my tongue-probing she grabbed my hair with both hands and pulled my face tight up against her cunt. I shot my tongue into her as deep as it would go, wiggling it around inside her before pulling it out, then sliding it in again.
"Mary stopped her mouth action on my cock and I felt the bed move again as she shifted around on it. I felt the soft scratchiness of hair rubbing against the head of my cock then the hot wetness of the tightest cunt I had ever felt as she lowered herself over my cock, sliding it in straight and smooth. I couldn't believe that any cunt, even a virgin's, could be that tight, and for a second I wished that Lois's cunt wasn't pressed against my face, so I could see that tight little hole that was wrapped around my cock.
"Mary began to pump up and down, bouncing away, hard and fast, her hands squeezing the flesh at my waist, nails biting at the skin. As the passion built up inside of me I shot my tongue faster and faster in and out of Lois's cunt until, with perfect timing, we all came at the same time. Lois's love juice flooded into my waiting mouth, Mary came down so hard with that tight cunt around my cock that I knew I'd have bruises the next day, and my cock exploded in a white blaze that seemed as though it would never stop.
"When we finally stopped bouncing around on the bed Lois moved her body off mine, taking that sweet-tasting cunt from my lips, and I saw why Mary's cunt had felt so tight. It wasn't her cunt that my cock had been buried in. It was her asshole! What a trip!
"We lay there and rested for a while after all that good fucking. Lois was licking the salty sweat off my chest and Mary used her talented tongue to clean off my cock and balls. Then, when we had caught our breath, the girls switched position and we went through the whole thing again. This time Mary's pink-lipped cunt" pressed against my face and Lois had her hot little asshole wrapped tightly around my cock.
"They found ever more variations and different positions, just to keep things from getting boring. With each variation, with every different position, the end result was that my cock got buried in an asshole. During the course of that evening I discovered that there wasn't a cunt in the world that could do the job as well as a good, hot asshole.
"By the time they led me out through the living room it had gotten completely dark. There were several couples sitting around on the many couches. I figured that we must have spent at least six hours in that bed, never stopping for more than ten minutes at a time. They had given me a ride that was as good as the ride I had given them on my bike. When they told me that the house was really a club, an asshole club, I knew where I was going to do my riding to from then on."
Dan's emotional and psychosexual problems, which led to his involvement in the activities of the anal cult, were not caused by any psycho-pathological factors, as far as could be determined from the interviews with him. The determining psychological reasons for his involvement in anal activities seem to be rooted in his sociocultural disorientation and alienation, his inability to find a functioning niche for himself in our modern society. It is this failure which has led to his involvement in deviant sexual activities, such as those of the anal cult into which he has been initiated.
Social anthropologists and ethnologists have often called attention to the fact that different societies demonstrate marked differences in sexual orientation and practices. These researchers have also described the psychosexual implications of these various social and ethical attitudes regarding adult sexual behavior, often with particular emphasis on the many sexual variations which are considered to be deviant in our society.
Nevertheless, no matter how sexually permissive a given society may be with regard to particular forms of sexual behavior, certain universal attitudes toward sexuality seem to remain essentially unchanged. Dr. B. Mali-nowski, in his study of Melanesian tribes and their differences from our western society, commented, .. the sexual impulse is never en-tirely free, neither can it ever be completely enslaved by social imperatives."
However, disregard for the social imperatives, such as the disregard shown by Dan, first as an "outlaw" motorcyclist, and then by his sexual involvement in the anal cult, may eventually lead him into trouble. Even within the broad scope of one's own permissible sexual behavior patterns, there is a strong likelihood of emotional and psychopathological disturbance caused by the violation of the existing taboos, due to guilt and fear, generated in the individual by his own violations.
However, the disregard for social imperatives, as shown by Dan, and the significance of environmental factors in the causes of a deviation such as analism, should not be minimized. On the basis of detailed ethnological observations, Drs. Ford and Beach, in Patterns of Sexual Behavior, suggested that ... human sexual patterns are not completely organized on a strictly inherited level. Instead, it is highly possible that practice is essential to complete arousal and particularly to satisfactory expression of sexual excitement.
In other words, there is a very strong possibility that an environmental situation which is too interfering or restrictive with regard to sexual "practice" may be conducive to the eventual development of various sexual deviations, such as those now being practiced by Dan in his affairs with Lois and Mary.
But, contrary to popular belief, the extent to which abnormal sexual behavioral patterns are tolerated is not the measure of a healthy, sexually well-adjusted environment. Rather, it is the extent to which the young people of a partic- ular society are given the opportunity to develop sexually and emotionally in all areas, to mature for satisfactory engagements in sexual intercourse with members of the opposite sex, which determines the health of a society. In this sense, it can be stated that, while our Western society is definitely not "sick," it is nevertheless not operating at an optimum level for personality and psychosexual growth in the young.
For example, among the Keraki in New Guinea the young people, in their initiation to adulthood, must submit to anal intercourse with the elder males of the tribe. It is believed that hereby they acquire the older men's strength and status in the tribe. But these sexual rituals are charged with strong emotional aggression. In this case the genitals are not used to express harmonious sexual love. In other words, just as culturally determined high esteem for epilepsy, which existed in several societies in the past and in some primitive societies today, did nothing to cure the underlying brain damage of that illness, the fact that certain sexual practices, which are considered to be deviant by our cultural standards and are acceptable in other cultures, are psychopatho-logical cannot be ignored.
The fact remains that-whatever the cultural or social attitude towards such sexual practices-sexuality which does not find expression in mature genital union between a man and a woman is considered deviant. This includes both Dan's desire for young, essentially immature, sexual partners as well as his involvement in the anal cult.
To the sexually sophisticated, or to a person who believes that any form of sexual activity between consenting adults is acceptable, Dan's behavior is psychologically and psychosex-ually correct. However, since his behavior is actually a continuation of a search for some stability in a world in which he does not seem to fit-a search in an area which is taking him farther and farther from his goal-we must conclude that his involvement in the anal cult will ultimately do him more harm than good.
"When Mary and I had left to go up to the park that day we didn't have anything particular planned. We certainly weren't planning on recruiting any new members for the anal cult, anyway. We had only been in the cult a couple of weeks ourselves, having been brought in by Mary's parents one weekend. My parents were so square that I didn't even dare bring up the subject of sex, let alone anal sex. They probably would have me thrown in Juvenile Hall had they found out about my membership in the anal cult, even though I'm almost eighteen years old. Well, actually only seventeen and two months, but I'm still old enough to make up my own mind about sex.
"Anyway, we just decided that morning to spend the day up in the park, listening to the free concert and digging on whatever might happen. We got to the park early, about noon. After a couple of hours it looked like the whole thing was going to turn out to be a total bummer.
"There were a lot of guys our age there and a couple of months before, when I still didn't really know what was happening, I probably would have ended up balling one of them before the day was over, and thinking that I had really dug it.
"Since getting into the anal cult, though, my entire sexual bag has completely changed, and now all those long hairs seem like just a bunch of kids, not worth spending any time even talking to, much less going to bed with them. I mean, what can a kid only eighteen years old know about sex and balling, unless he's in something like the cult, too? All they know about is straight balling, with the dude on top, with maybe a little pussy eating and cocksuck-ing on the side if they're really daring and adult. Their idea of really big kicks is to smoke up a little grass and get stoned before balling. Don't get me wrong, as far as I'm concerned the bit with the grass is a real groovy trip, but when you do get stoned, taking the chance of getting busted and all that, it seems like you should take advantage of the way your body's reacting to the grass and do something extra special. Something like a little ass-fucking, which is about as special as fucking can get without get- ting far-out perverted. Know what I mean?
"We were just getting ready to split from the park in sheer boredom when I saw this heavy looking cat, Dan, sitting on his motorcycle in the parking lot, just digging the action around him, looking like he was plain bored out of his mind, but couldn't get up energy enough to go anywhere else. He was a pretty groovy looking dude, about six feet, blue eyes and long blonde hair, and at least a couple years older than most of the other cats there in the park. His bike was out of sight too, and that's what first attracted me to him.
"I had done a little riding before on bikes, mostly with kids I went to school with who had Hondas and Yamahas and things like that, and I knew what a gas riding a bike could be, especially on a warm, sunny day like that one was. If those little toy bikes could be that much fun, something like that big chopper that Dan was sitting on would have to be a totally out-of-sight gas, and I just had to get a ride on it.
"Mary saw that I was digging strongly on the dude, and she checked him out too, giving out a little whistle when she spotted him. I guess because we must have been staring at him pretty hard, the next time he looked our way he gave us a great big smile that had invitation written all over it. That was all either of us needed in the way of encouragement. He looked like someone I wanted to know better, and there was no way to get to know him better other than just by walking over and starting up a conversation.
"We walked over to where he had his bike parked, and came on with the sweet little teeny-bopper bit, figuring that if he had come to the park looking for a chick to take home and ball that was the kind he would be looking for, and that was the kind I was going to be. I wanted a ride on his bike. I still wasn't thinking of him as a recruit for the cult. All I was thinking about was talking him into taking me for a ride on that beautiful bike of his, a long ride.
"It really didn't take much talking to convince him. I saw him flash a little when I deliberately misunderstood his question about Mary, making like I thought he wanted to take her for a ride too, and right away I knew that he had mentally been making plans about taking a ride on me after he had given me a ride on his bike. Normally that would have been fine with me, but because of the cult I was really hung up on the asshole bit, and that was all I wanted or needed right then. So, all I wanted out of Dan was a ride.
"He got the bike running with just a couple of kicks, and I've got to admit that it scared me just a little. After all, it was a lot bigger, and a hell of a lot louder, than any of those little bikes I had ridden on before. He wasn't exactly a clean-cut high school kid either, trying to impress some chick with how much of a man he was. Dan was a biker, looking for a chick to take somewhere and ball. Neither of us had any doubt about how much of a man he really was.
"Once he got the bike running and ready to go he signaled me with a nod of his head to get on, so I swung my leg across the back fender. At least, I tried to swing it across. Dan's Harley had a sissy bar at the back of the seat, sort of a backrest for the passenger, and I hit my leg on it pretty hard when I tried to swing across the fender. It hurt like hell, but I wanted the ride in the worst way, so I didn't let him see how much it had hurt me. I finally got my leg across somehow, and then I made mistake number two, and that one really hurt.
"The twin exhaust pipes swept up the right side of the bike, just at the right height for me to get a nasty burn on the inside of my calf when I pressed against it, looking for the foot peg. It hurt even worse than the bruise I had gotten from the sissy bar, but I was bound and determined that Dan was going to take me for a ride, so I just blinked away my tears, found the foot peg at last, and settled down on the thin, hard seat. I thought back about other girls I had seen riding on the back of choppers and I tried to match their position by leaning back against the sissy bar, my arms folded and my hands in my lap, only my knees and part of the inside of my thighs touching Dan's waist. My riding position must have been correct, because Dan didn't say anything. He just smiled, and then took off out of the parking lot.
"I was sort of disappointed as Dan pulled the bike out of the parking lot and onto the road. I had expected his bike to be really fast, but he pulled it out even slower than the Yamahas and Hondas I had ridden on before. It wasn't until several minutes later, after we had gone through a couple of curves, that I realized he was deliberately taking it easy at first, waiting to make sure that I wouldn't panic when he turned it on.
"Dan took me for a ride that I won't forget for a long, long time. He made that bike of his do things that I didn't even think were possible for a bike to do. I never would have believed that a motorcycle could go as fast as when we went on that ride. There was one time-we were leaning over into a turn at what must have been at least eighty miles an hour-when the ground looked like it was only inches away from my shoulder. That scared me for a minute, and I had to fight back the impulse to grab Dan around the waist. Then, when he came out of the turn and straightened the bike up he really turned the throttle on, and I know that we got well up over a hundred miles an hour before he had to ease off for the next turn. After that, nothing scared me.
"The ride was sending strange feelings and sensations all through my body, hot flashes that at first I couldn't understand at all. Then, all of a sudden, I understood those strange feelings completely. I had an orgasm right there on the bike, roaring down a park road at something over seventy miles an hour! I couldn't believe it! I couldn't believe that a motorcycle could be such a turn-on that it could make me come without having a man touch me at all. It was sure happening, though, whether I believed it or not, and it was an out-of-sight sensation. I wanted more and more of it.
"When we pulled back into the parking lot, much too soon, my cunt was throbbing where it had rubbed against the seat, and I regretted having set it up so he would have to take Mary for a ride. The only person I wanted on the back of that bike was me. At that time I was ready and willing to go home with him for some strong fucking, even in the cunt. I needed it, I needed it bad, and I needed it right then.
"He had promised Mary a ride, though, so he had to go through with it, and I knew it would do me no good to try to talk either of them out of it. Before I got off the bike, though, I did my best to let him know just how I felt. I leaned forward and ran my tongue as deeply as I could into his ear, at the same time blowing into it gently, and I felt his muscles tighten up where I was holding him around his waist. I was tempted to reach down and give his cock a little rub before getting off the bike, but there were a lot of people watching, and I was afraid I'd have another orgasm right there in the parking lot. Besides, I didn't want to scare him off by coming on too strong. I wanted to make sure he came back to find out just what I had to offer.
"It seemed to me like he and Mary were gone for hours. Actually, I guess it was only ten minutes or so, about the same amount of time that he and I had been gone on our ride. However, it seemed like they were gone forever, and I was just about to blow my top and break down crying when I heard the sound of his engine coming up the road, and then saw the bike turning into the parking lot.
"It was while they were gone on their ride that I got the idea of trying to recruit him into the anal cult, if he was willing, and I thought he might be. After all, bikers are a pretty wild bunch, and I doubted if he would have anything against ass-fucking.
"Ever since I got off the bike I had been thinking about taking him somewhere and giving him the fucking of his life. It was because there was nowhere I could take him, that I decided on trying to get him into the cult. The house wasn't very far away from the park, and guests were always welcome, at least once. If they cooperated with our rules and customs, they were welcome as often as a member wanted to bring them.
"There were always plenty of bedrooms free in the afternoon, and, if things went the way I was hoping that they would, we could spend the rest of the day, and most of the night, in bed. I could probably get Mary's folks to call and tell my folks I was spending the night. I was sure that Mary would be all for it. All I had to do now was convince Dan, and I really didn't think that would be a very big problem.
"When they finally got back from their ride I played it sort of slow and cautious, asking him if he wanted to come over to 'our' place for something to eat. I think he might have gotten the idea that what I intended for him to eat was my wet and willing snatch, because he seemed to be all for it, agreeing as soon as I asked. Then again, maybe he was just hungry. Whichever it was, he had agreed to come over to the house, and I knew that once we had him there we could get him into bed without any trouble.
"Anyway, before we left the park I managed to get Mary alone for a couple of minutes for a briefing on what I intended. I told her to take it easy and slow on the way over to the house, something that would be pretty hard for her to do. Normally she drives a car like there are no speed limits, or like they don't apply to her. I wanted Dan to have plenty of time to think about fucking me and get good and horny before we got to the cult house. Then, maybe, by the time we arrived there he'd be ready to get it on right away, saving a lot of time and explanations about what kind of house it was we had taken him to.
"The way it turned out it didn't really matter, I guess, whether he had been thinking about balling me on the long, slow ride over to the house or not. Mary decided to take things into her own hands. Luckily, she didn't scare him away. If she had, I think I would have killed her right then and there. At least I would've messed her up pretty bad. It did work, though, so I guess what I would or wouldn't have done isn't really very important. What was important was that her plan worked.
"Dan did a careful job of locking his chain around the bike after he got it up onto the lawn. He parked it in a place where he would be able to see it by looking out one of the front windows of the house. He seemed to have a phobia about someone stealing his bike. I sincerely hoped that nobody would try it, because I didn't intend to give Dan any time to be looking out windows. If I had my way, he was going to be too busy fucking my ass to worry about whether his bike was safe or not.
"I stayed out there with him while he got the bike locked up, then I led him up the walkway and through the front door which Mary had left open when she went in. I saw right away that we had hit it lucky. The house was completely deserted. Not even Ruth, our housekeeper, was in sight. I was trying to figure out just how to get things started with Dan when I heard a soft sound behind me. It was sort of a gasp of surprise. For a second I was afraid that maybe the cops were waiting for us. That would have been a real bummer.
"I spun around to see what was going on, and there was Mary, with all her clothes off, holding on to Dan from behind, both hands giving his crotch a good rubbing. I could tell from the sudden large bulge in the front of his Levi's that her massage was doing its job, so, taking Mary's lead, I stripped off my clothes.
"It didn't take me very long to get them all off. I wasn't wearing very much, either on top or underneath. Dan was still fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, with Mary's hands getting in the way every so often as she tried to help him, playing with his crotch at the same time. I stepped forward and began to open the buttons on his shirt. Mary tried to work from behind on his belt buckle and pants buttons. It took us a little longer to get him naked than it should have, since Mary couldn't keep her hands away from the bulge of his cock, and I had to give it a little rub every now and then too.
"When we finally got off all his clothes-after having a hell of a fight getting his boots off-Mary took one hand and I took the other and we led him through the living room and back into the first bedroom. We left our clothes just lying there on the floor in the hallway. It wasn't so much that we were being messy ... we were simply in a hurry to get him into bed. Besides, .it made a good warning to anyone who came in that there was something going on in one of the bedrooms.
"Dan didn't ask us a single question. He just walked right into the bedroom, spread his beautiful naked body out on the bed, and waited for us to take the lead. He wanted us to show him just what we wanted, as if he didn't already know.
"Mary sat down on one side of the bed, and I on the other. Since she had started things off as soon as we had come in the door-shortcutting my plan for a slow approach-I let her take the lead again, just to find out how she was going to go about it.
"I just sat back and watched her as she slowly bent over and gave Dan a deep, hard kiss that seemed to go on for at least ten minutes. By the time they finally broke the kiss I was fidgeting around on the bed, too nervous and too hot to sit still and just watch. I had one hell of a time trying to keep my fingers out of my cunt. If I couldn't do anything else while they were locked together in that kiss, the least my body felt I should be doing was a little masturbating. That's what my body was saying. My mind was saying something entirely different, though. It said that I should wait and save it all for Dan and his cock. My mind finally won out. I was glad that it did. I needed every bit of strength I had to keep up with him. If I had wasted any of it masturbating, it would have been a real shame. Finally Mary and Dan broke for air and I figured that, at long last, it was my turn. I gently pushed Mary out of the way and bent my head, bringing my face down to Dan's. His lips met mine, and it was like there was a spark of electricity jumping between his lips and mine. Maybe I was just imagining things because I was superhot and horny, but it was like I hadn't been kissed for years, and was trying to make up for all that lost time with just one kiss.
"Both of us had our mouths wide open and right away his tongue was deep inside my mouth, playing with my tongue, my gums, my teeth, the inside of my lips. When he paused for a split second, I shot my hungry tongue deep into his mouth, repeating his actions. At the same time I began to breathe very gently in and out through my mouth, transferring all the sex heated air from my lungs to his. My head began to swim and my vision was blurring, and finally I just had to pull my lips away from his, even though my emotions were demanding that I continue the kiss for at least the next couple of hours.
"Dan had a great big smile on his face when I sat up on the bed again. I could see that he was simply waiting impatiently to see just what was going to happen to him next, and that he was slowly going nuts from trying to watch both Mary and me at the same time, to see who was going to do what to him first, and how it was going to be done.
"Now that I have gotten to know Dan a little better than I did that first day-I have seen him many times the past couple of months at anal cult meetings-I found out that he's basically a very active type of person. Now that I think back about what happened that afternoon, I'm surprised that he managed to just lay there on the bed for as long as he did, letting us take the lead in everything. He did not lift a hand to hurry things along or show us what it was he wanted us to do for him. It really must have taken some willpower on his part. Finally, though, he just couldn't stand it any longer. He' couldn't take just laying there doing nothing, and he reached over and began to slowly rub his hand up and down Mary's thigh. At the same time he reached up to gently caress one of my tits. His head moved back and forth as he looked first at Mary, then at me, waiting for one of us to make the next move.
"His fingers began a gentle yet pretty hard squeezing at my nipple, and it got even hotter and harder than it already was in seconds. A warm flush started to spread through my body, adding to the heat that I already had stored up. I gave him a smile that was full of promise of things to come and moved over on the bed. Lifting one leg to pass it over his chest, I put my sopping wet cunt right in front of his face just to see what he would do with it. As if I didn't know what his answer to my invitation would be, and as if I wasn't waiting impatiently for it.
"I wrapped my hands around the back of his head, my fingers entwining in his long hair, but before I had a chance to finish my move and pull him forward into my waiting pussy, he lifted his head of his own accord and kissed me right on my throbbing clit. Then he slid his tongue between the lips of my cunt, just far enough to tease me with it. He sort of wiggled the tip of it around just inside my cunt lips, then slid it out again, leaving me up on a peak of feeling that someone was going to have to do something about, and pretty quickly.
"I felt the bed shifting, and I looked over my shoulder to see Mary straddle his legs, her mouth busy on his cock, lips wrapped tightly around his swollen shaft halfway down its length. That seemed to be just the sort of action he had been waiting for, because as soon as she started her busy mouth action on his cock he used his fingers to spread the lips of my cunt wide open and again he slid his loving tongue into me.
"This time there was none of that funny business about just putting it in a little bit and teasing me. He slid his tongue in all the way, tickling the inside of my pussy, at the same time sucking on it with his mouth, drawing my juice out so he could drink it. I could feel the bed bouncing around as Mary put everything she had into her blow job, and his tongue was matching her bouncing in my cunt. Then the motion stopped, and I knew what Mary was getting ready to do.
"I grabbed Dan's head hard, pulling it tight between my legs, partially to keep him from seeing what Mary was doing, and partially to get even more of his tongue inside of me. Then the bed started moving again, and I knew, without bothering to look back over my shoulder, that Mary had her ass wrapped around Dan's cock. The way he was moaning and groaning into my cunt told me that something special was happening to his cock, and since I happen to know that Mary has a very loose cunt, it wasn't hard to figure out that that he was busy fucking her tight asshole. Her cunt certainly couldn't have turned him on that much.
"Dan's a good lover, and even with what Mary was doing to his cock he never missed a lick on my cunt. His chest was heaving up and down under me, his hot breath shooting into my cunt, and it didn't take much to figure out that he was pretty close to getting his rocks off. He was as close to coming as I was. I knew that neither of us could wait much longer.
"Then, by one of those rare lucky incidents, we all came together at the same time. Dan's hips were driving upwards as he tried to get his cock all the way into Mary's ass, Mary was slamming down on the bed, hard onto Dan's cock, and I was cramming my crotch forward and pulling back on his head at the same time to get his tongue as deep inside my straining pussy as it would go. We drained the last drop of feeling out of that mutual orgasm.
"It was a fantastic come for all of us, especially for Dan, who had never fucked a woman in the ass before. I saw the expression on his face when I moved to one side so he could see which hole he had his cock buried in. I wish I had had a camera to record it.
"After all the shaking and moaning had stopped both Mary and I rolled off of him, one to each side, and we just laid there for several long minutes, fighting to catch our breath. It had been that good. I don't think any of us could have moved, even if the house had been on fire. We were just too damn exhausted and out of breath. Of course, we snapped back out of that exhaustion pretty quickly, ready to go again.
"Within a few minutes, Mary got her strength back and began to lick Dan's cock and balls clean. I followed her lead, licking up the salty sweat that had trickled on Dan's hairy chest. Then, once we had him clean and he was breathing a little more regularly, we started all over again on him. This time with Mary up on his face and me working on his cock.
"The head of Dan's cock smelled and tasted all hot and musky and salty. There were still little drops of come oozing out and I caught every one of them with the tip of my tongue, savoring their taste. His cock had started to shrink, but when I ran the tip of my tongue around the ruby red ridge just behind the head, then gave it a strong suck with my lips sealed tight around the shaft, it started getting hard again in a hurry. I wasn't too worried. I knew that Dan had lots of come still stored up inside of him, waiting for me. And I knew every trick in the book, and some that weren't in the book for getting it out of him. Before that afternoon was over I was going to use every one of those tricks on him, and, between Mary and me, we even made up a few new ones, on the spur of the moment, that were as wild as you can imagine."
None of the three people in these two case histories, Dan, nor Lois and Mary, have been able to make a satisfactory adjustment to our modern society. All three are rebelling against it, each in his own way. That rebellion has led these three people into the anal cult, where they apparently found an outlet for their frustrations. However, in effect, all they have done is to replace their frustrations with guilt. The prognosis for any of them making a truly successful adjustment is poor.
CONCLUSION
Psychoanalytic investigations of sexual deviations such as analism were initiated by Freud's discovery, in the course of his study of infantile sexuality, that the sexual aims of the deviant were identical with those of a child.
More specifically, in sexual deviations, adult sexuality is supplanted by infantile sexuality. In fact, however, this represents an oversimplified formulation of the current psychoanalytic concept of sexual deviation and requires further elaboration.
At the onset it should be pointed out that sexual deviations such as analism have been practiced throughout history, among all races, and at certain times and in certain places and cultures analism has been generally accepted or was even esteemed.
Thus, Freud described sexual deviations as "universally human." Deviant tendencies, and even occasional deviant acts, or at least adult fantasies regarding such deviant acts, occur in the life of each and every individual, normal and neurotic alike.
Dr. O. Fenichel's comments in The Psychoan-alitic Theoi-y of Neurosis are particularly appropriate:
Since the aims of perverse sexuality are identical with those of infantile sexuality, the possibility for every human being to become perverse under certain circumstances is rooted in the fact that he was once a child.
In other words, perverse or deviant acts such as analism are exaggerated distortions of acts which also occur as part of the sexual behavior of normal individuals. The crucial difference lies in the fact that the deviant act does not represent the sole source of sexual excitation and gratification for the sexually normal individual. Consequently, it will take a less definite form when it appears in the normal individual.
To illustrate, "polymorphous" sexual activity which is characteristic of sexual foreplay prior to intercourse represents a regression to infantile sexuality. However, in our culture at least, such foreplay is appropriately regarded as completely normal sexual behavior. It becomes psychopathological only when the initial aspects of intercourse, e.g. foreplay, are more satisfactory to the individual than genital union with a willing partner of the opposite sex of a similar degree of sexual maturity.
While foreplay, as the primary source of sexual pleasure for some people, is a useful example of a form of sexual deviation in this context, it may also be somewhat misleading to the layman. Actually, pathological states which represent nothing more than a direct regression to infantile sexuality are not to be considered as being typical deviations.
Like the normal adult, the typical deviant can achieve genital union and orgasm once the obstacles which block sexual gratification are removed by the performance of the desired deviant sexual act. The point is that deviant sexuality is not simply disorganized activity, in a manner reminiscent of the polymorphous perverse sexuality of children and of infantile or retarded personalities. Rather, it is organized under the guidance of one component instinct of infantile sexuality, such as a regression to the anal-erotic stage. The satisfaction of this anal-erotic instinct makes genital orgasm possible for the deviant in a normal manner.
Like the neurotic, the sexual deviant has specific pathogenic repressions. He has unconscious oedipal conflicts, and a strong unconscious castration anxiety. Similarly, disturbances in genital primacy in neurosis and sexual deviations alike may be attributed to the same factors, anxiety and guilt feelings which are associated with the Oedipus complex.
But anxiety over loss of love or sexual excitement is less important in sexual deviations such as analism. Rather, classical psychoanalytic theory postulates that it is always castration anxiety, and derivative guilt feelings, which prevent the deviant from achieving sexual pleasure in normal sexual intercourse. The anal sexual deviation serves, then, as a denial of the possibility of castration. When this denial of the possibility of castration is successful, sexual pleasure and orgasm become possible for the anal deviate.
