Episodes of moral decay always coincide with the progression of effeminacy, lewdness, and luxuriance of the nations. These phenomena can only be ascribed to the higher and more stringent demands which circumstances make upon the nervous system. Exaggerated tension of the nervous system stimulates sensuality, leads the individual as the masses to excesses, and undermines the very foundations of society.
-Richard von Krafft-Ebing
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Oh, the nerves, the nerves; the mysteries of this machine called Man! Oh, the little that unhinges it; poor creatures that we are!
-Charles Dickens
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CHAPTER ONE
A great adventurer once said that the three greatest emotional experiences in life are love, poverty and war. He felt that no person had really lived until he or she had experienced them all.
These all involve the basic drives of hunger, the sex instinct, and the lust for fighting: As one philosopher has neatly summed it up: feed, fuck, and fight.
All these three drives have the same broad basis--self-preservation.
Tonight, approximately 4,500,000 men and women in America will have sex together. Some are married to each other, some are single, while some are committing adultery. Many young women are losing their virginity. About 11,000 married couples are anxious to produce a pregnancy.
The rest of the people have sex simply because they have the biological urge. They want to satisfy that urge.
Some satisfy the urge by masturbation. Others enter into homosexual acts with members of their own sex.
The complete, culminated sexual act often strengthens the bond between a male and a female, whether they are married or not.
Physical love in the United States, believe it or not, is on a higher level than many other lands. In some other countries, the female who enjoys sex with other women is often shunned as a pervert.
And the United States is far more condoning of lesbianism than any other country except England. The same is true of male homosexuality.
In normal physical relations in some countries, the woman is like a chattel. She is a love object and she is supposed to engage in sex only at the whim of her master, the male.
In many foreign countries, large numbers of men have mistresses whose sole duties are to have sex. A French mistress, for example, has to be skilled at fellatio, allow herself to be sodomized and be an excellent performer in all positions' of normal intercourse.
A famous American building contractor tells a story of staying at the home of a fascinating Frenchwoman, who had been divorced. One night she had a party at her house and the builder got her drunk and out to the patio, where they sat on the swing. They kissed and fondled each other, and soon, the hostess was performing fellatio on him.
Another beautiful woman watched them and then came over and asked: "Do you mind if I go down on her while she does that to you?"
The man was nonplussed, and as the woman continued as a fellatrix, he watched the other woman remove her blue wispy panties, part her milk white thighs and perform cunnilingus on his sex partner.
The act was electrifying, the man recalled. For as the female made contact with the hostess, the hostess's activities on his own sex organ became more pronounced and active.
"They are very sophisticated over there," commented the builder-clearly an understatement.
Until recent years, little attention was paid, at least publicly, to the people who are not normal sexually. In early centuries, women camp followers, who went along with armies, had sexual intercourse with as many as ten men a day. This was considered par for the course. Today there are many people who are "oversexed."
Fifty per cent of modem American marriages that don't end up in divorce are sexually unhappy, with the man or the woman having sexual activity outside of their marriage. Of this fifty percent, about twenty percent of the partners are oversexed and have to do other sexual acts to fulfill themselves.
One oversexed man married to an undersexed woman told their family doctor: "I am wild to have sex, and she has completed. One night, I forced her to perform fellatio. She was so clumsy, I got nothing out of it, and she sobbed and called me an animal. The next week I met a divorcee, about thirty four. We went to dinner, had a nice evening, the third date, and I had wild intercourse with her in a motel!
"She also performed fellatio on me with the skill of a Grecian courtesan. She is very uninhibited, and when I leave her, I am completely satisfied and so is she!"
The man agreed that this new sex relationship with a woman who was free to marry could hurt his marriage, which was sexually maladjusted.
Sex is all-important to the male. Marriage in many cases is merely legalized rape.
Another husband told our researcher: "My wife feels it is her duty to have sex with me. She is a lousy lay!"
Many wives have told sexual researchers that they find intercourse distasteful. Others have said that their relations with their husbands are unsatisfactory, while they themselves are oversexed.
A 23-year-old blonde, mother of two children, admits that she finds: "My husband's penis too small, he ejaculates too soon, and I am unsatisfied. I have been having sex with our next-door neighbor for two months now. He likes to '69.' He is hung like a horse. We use protection. We can screw for hours. When we are done, we are like two drained dishrags. I would leave my husband, if it weren't for the children."
However, mere adultery doesn't bother her.
In the reverse, a 27-year-old woman, who comes from a strict family which taught her that all sex was vulgar and shameful, never let her husband touch her breasts. She submitted to sexual intercourse as if it was some "ordeal."
"I never had anything but real sex with him, you know, where he gets on top and enters me. He kept asking me to let him enter my anus and to have oral sex with him. I thought those things were disgusting!"
However, this woman's 26-year-old best friend was drawn to the husband. Single, the friend came over to the house "a lot."
"My mother became ill and I went to visit her out of town, then I came back. One of the neighbors, a bitter old maid, told me she had seen my husband in bed with my girl friend through the bedroom window. She described the sex acts, which included sodomy, cunnilingus and fellatio. I said nothing, but I hired a private detective. He caught them, and what the woman said was correct. I got a divorce."
However, the divorced woman still gets lonely, still is undersexed. She is not a good catch for another man. She may not remarry.
In the case above, the woman kept her husband from contact with her breasts. This led him to sucking her girl friend's breasts, which she revealed, "are far bigger than mine!"
The private detective caught the couple in action, with the husband holding his erect penis between the two large breasts of the other woman.
"He was moving it up and down between her breasts," the report said. This form of breast intercourse is not uncommon.
Another couple were a 31-year-old man and his 23-year-old wife, who fought continually.
In this case, she said: "I felt my desire for normal sex diminish. I started using fatigue as an excuse. I began to be a masturbator."
"One night, my husband was 'in heat,' and he caught me masturbating. He was furious! He took me by force. It was horrible! I had never had oral intercourse with any man, but he shoved me down and forced it into my mouth. I gagged, but I did it, because he was spanking my bottom. Then followed a painful sodomy, which he performed to ejaculation."
After this, when the woman refused, the husband, took her by force.
"This has killed my love for him for good," she said.
A well-known doctor once told this writer that America is filled with young men, who are momists, who want their wives to do everything the way Mom did and does.
They inwardly have a desire to have sex with their mother, but it has been repressed all their lives. The fact that to their fathers, their mother with her stretched flat breasts, the spare-tire of fat around her middle, her big thighs, and her enormous buttocks, is a bad lay and has been for years, never enters their minds.
Sex has captured the imagination of many young Americans and they flip over any beautiful naked languid young ladies who look as if they would be wild in the bedroom.
In truth, many of them are already victims of marriage failures. Over 90 percent of the marriages that fail in the United States and end in divorce are caused by sex maladjustment between the two marriage partners.
An 18-year-old girl married twice, says of her second husband: "He talked like a free-wheeling cocksman but he was a dud in bed. He had an orgasm in the first three minutes, and that was that. A girl should sleep with a guy before they marry. I will never again be willing to take my chances that a man, who acts like a gentleman, and says things like, 'Let's not make it until we marry!' is not capable of being a satisfying lover.
"When you walk out into the world, you take your chances on everything, but there are so many chances," she continued. "I have a girl friend who is beautiful and twenty. She has two kids, and a husband who always looks like a slob and can't get it up but twice a week, although he is only twenty-five. They have nothing else in common. One day she will leave him. She is a high-school dropout, dumb but beautiful. Who needs a good-looking broad with two kids?"
The selectivity part of getting married applies only to certain people, usually the college graduates, who are usually better well adjusted.
The girl, seventeen, with the mature body and the unhappy home life, wants "out," and she usually picks the first guy who is willing to marry her. Usually this man has nothing to lose, because he has nothing to give.
Wayne U-, 19, married a 17-year-old waitress, who had an ID card that identified her as twenty-one. She worked in a beer bar.
"She was no cherry, but she was a good piece," Wayne told us. "Her name was Alma N.-She had run away from home at sixteen. Her parents didn't seem to care, because she was always in trouble with the police in her home town for violating curfew. I laid her the first night we went out. She told me she took The Pill. She liked to do it. She told me that she had lost it when she was thirteen. A janitor in an apartment house gave it to her, and gave her a dollar to keep her mouth shut."
The marriage went like this:
"We got married in Juarez, Mexico, then went to El Paso. She got a job as a waitress and I hung around. There is a lot of spicy tail around there, and I got some, but I did my homework with Alma. One night, she told me I ought to get a job, that we would have twice as much money and could get things. I got on at the railroad as a loader. I kept the job a week and quit. I quit three jobs the next month. We moved to Denver on a whim. She got a job and I got one too, driving a truck."
One of his stops was a cafe called R-'s. He met an oversexed waitress, Bonnie K-, there. Twenty-nine years old, she had been married twice.
"We got to screwing right away. She liked to go down on a guy, then later go '69.' She also liked straight screwing. We spent hours doing everything. We had wild sex. Later, she asked me to give it to her in the rear door. I did, and it was a blast. She kept telling me to dump my wife and move in with her. When she showed me how much she had in the bank, I did. My wife, Alma, had told me she was pregnant, and I didn't dig that. I quit my job, got a job in Bonnie's town, and that was it. I never saw Alma again. I've been with Bonnie a year, and I guess by now Alma has had the kid."
There is no remorse in this man. There is not one thought as to what his young wife did to provide for herself, or what problems she encountered.
"When you want to split, man, you split," he said. Yet, he was capable of fathering a child.
He doubts if he will ever marry Bonnie.
"She's terrific sex, man, but we both don't want to ball-and-chain each other. It's better when you both know you can walk out any time," he explains.
"What is life about?" he asks, "Don't ask me! I just screw, drink, eat, buy some nice clothes and sleep!"
There are scores of lone, abandoned women, who don't even know where their oversexed husbands are. Some have as many as eight children.
A 40-year-old woman who has eight children told a social worker: "I still get hot and I need to get laid! I'm sure that I'll find a man here who will hit the rack with me. I like to get it. I've been doing it since I was fifteen. I didn't mean to get pregnant so much, but I never could seem to drag my butt out of bed to take care of myself. I wanted to be there when he got aroused again, so that he could put it in me again. My mother was a cock-worshiper too. When we were kids, it seemed as if we always saw the bedroom closed and heard her moaning. She had sex daily with him for years and had six kids. We never had anything!"
An expert fellatrix, she says: "I like to go down on a man, I feel that it is the only time I have a man by the balls in life. It's a man's world. Both of my husbands took off. I had five kids with one, three with the other. Who knows where the hell they are?"
She is very much aware of the fact that her children will have nothing too. Her oldest daughter is fourteen. Very mature, and pretty.
"If I catch some guy around here, trying to get into her, I'll cut his thing off!" she vowed.
She is big-busted, coarse, with wide hips, big legs, big buttocks.
"I guess I've done it every way there is," she agrees, "I like the feel of a hard one in me. It makes me feel like a woman. What's the future going to bring? I don't know, I live from day to day."
This woman has had as many as fifteen climaxes in one session of lovemaking.
"I'm like a machine-gun," she explains, "I just start coming, and bam, bam, bam, bam!"
There are no textbooks for lovemaking. We live in a world of extreme nudity and sex license. Women reveal their thighs, their busts openly. Everything is advertised with sensuality.
"I should have been a whore," says 32-year-old Marge C-, mother of four kids, who comes from Arkansas.
"I can't be one now, what would I do with the kids?" she points out. With a 39-25-36 figure despite the childbirths, divorced Marge attracts men like a beehive does bees.
"There is a fashion in passion today," she said, "Everything is instant! A guy wants nooky, and he wants it today and not tomorrow!"
Because of her good looks, Marge has been the recipient of a lot of oral sex.
"Men feel that I'm eating stuff. I have had a lot of them muff me. I enjoy it. My husband didn't do anything like that, he wouldn't even let me blow him. I like sex and I like money.
"I don't consider sex cheap. You want, you do. Why play with yourself? When I feel like I need a hosing, I find a big hose. I like a big one that fills me up. Men give me money, they like to help me, but I make good money too. I work as a designer in a fashion house. But you can never have too much bread," she says. "I get hit on by a lot of lezzes, but I fend them off, I don't go that route. I'd rather have the real thing, than something made of soft rubber!"
Marge feels that there are too many women who sexually limit themselves.
"They want a guy to go down on them, but they're prudish, they're missing something good-real good," she says.
Marge was faithful to her husband.
"I never did anything with anyone, when we were married; when we split, I opened up my legs and got all I wanted. That's why a woman has that split!" she laughed.
Marge has a high-school education. She got her work skill in the garment district, where she also acquired her love skill.
Marge, like all sex addicts, likes to talk about it. She uses all the dirty words.
She enjoys men using obscenities when she is "making it."
"It's all a matter of the individual taste," Marge says. "I got my first on a rooftop. The guy was named Mario and he was hung like a horse. He brought this box of candy. He liked me. It hurt, but later, we did it a lot. He liked to come a lot. He told me he used to masturbate a lot. We cured that. We were like two rabbits. We did it a lot. He got killed in an auto accident. I think I would have married him."
The man she finally married, Paul, had normal sex instincts.
"He'd get his gun off and that was that, but I was ready for more. I was hungry for sex," she said. "I got tired of that jazz. We fought a lot. He could have calmed me down by pulling down my panties and throwing me in bed, but he didn't get the message. He started hitting me. One night, I kneed him in the right spot. He fell to the floor in agony!" Paul started beating her more often. Marge didn't like that. One day her girl friend Kristine suggested a divorce. Paul wanted a separation. Kristine told Marge to stick to the divorce.
After the divorce, Kristine sent men to Marge.
"I knew that if a guy treated her nice, he'd get his rocks off the first night with her," Kristine said. "She likes to do it. One night she had two dates, one right after the other. She ended up laying both of them!"
Although Kristine considers her a loose, common broad Marge herself feels that she's "doing okay."
"One thing about me," Marge laughs, "I have no deep dark secrets!"
CHAPTER TWO
Lots of people don't want to be bothered with the intricacies of life. It is usually the friends of such people who plant the seeds of discontent.
Women and men who feel inferior, feel that sexually they can feel better if they have love. They feel that sex can meet their emotional demands, better than booze or narcotics. They go on sex binges, have sex-feasts.
"I don't like whores," said a top construction executive. "I like women who have that frenzy of passion. I give them a gift. They are very grateful. I really use a woman! I like to get my kicks several times. You need a babe who is just as hot as you are, for that."
This same builder likes to have women do things that are foreign to them.
"Last week, I got this fluff, who had never gone down on a man before. We went to my beach house, I got her drunk and we had a ball. I made her French me, and it was the biggest thrill I had in years. She didn't really like it, but that gave me a bigger thrill," he confessed.
A 29-year-old oversexed woman told of having a young man make love to her for eight hours straight. After this Herculean effort, she was "tired" of him. Two days later, she found another young man.
A go-go dancer, Clarice L.-, 21, says it is now high-fashion to "French." Oversexed, Clarice says that "it is a crime when a man doesn't bring a woman to a climax!"
"The sexual urges breed confusion," redheaded, green-eyed Clarice says, "Sex becomes an obsession. I find myself sleeping with my hand between my legs. You can be a sex addict, too!"
Clarice went on a weekend jaunt with another go-go girl, Shirley T-.
"I guess some people would consider what we did on that weekend a moral outrage; we both laid three guys each. But we needed that sex. It cooled us off. We have to have that sex sauce!"
"I'm mature enough to know that making love is a human experience, there is no harm done, as long as you don't get pregnant. I'm careful. I'm not going to bring any child into the world unless I feel that I can give it a good life," Clarice says.
Sex to Clarice is socio-economic.
"You lay bums and get knocked up and you're buried. You need money. You have to have men who know how to get with it," she explains.
Her father is a foreman in an electronics plant. Her mother has never worked since she married. Clarice has two brothers.
"I get lots of marriage offers, but I don't need sex. I just want a guy who can take care of me right," she laughs, "Until he comes along, I can get all the sex I want. Man, I got a wild waiting list!"
Terry O-is an accountant with a good reputation. At thirty-five, he is married to Frances O-, 33. They have sex twice a month. Terry has "hot pants" daily.
"I paid a belly dancer $20 one night. She was like a snake, coiled in the bed naked, but when I was 'in' her, I felt very alive, very great. She fed that thirst I have. I kept shooting in her."
Terry has a fetish.
"I like women with sexy feet," he says.
When he undresses a woman and caresses her 'sexy" feet, his loins and genitals swell.
"Then I shiver into them," he says. "My orgasm is usually a quiet rattle that makes them tremble!"
"I like to feel a woman's fingertips on it," Terry says. "My wife doesn't like to touch it."
The 'sex hunger" works down through his legs. Terry found Madge T-, a divorcee, 25, a secretary in a steno pool for an oil company, whom he met during lunch one day.
A month later, Terry was "working late."
"We'd go to her apartment. We'd have a few belts and then I'd strip and she'd strip. She'd fondle me until I almost went crazy. Then she'd go down and that tongue, God, that tongue would torment me! I felt like I was moving ... moving. After that, I entered her. We fitted well together. When we came together, I'd kiss her stomach and then go to her honeypot," Terry said.
These two people did anything they asked of each other. Soon, their demands became more erotic and exotic.
"I Greek her a lot," Terry told a friend. "We have hot, rumpled sex, but I wouldn't leave my wife for her," he says, "And I don't think she'd ever ask me too."
"The worst thing in the world is having not pants and watching someone else's whores. You know that these couples will be doing it with each other soon, and you don't have anything," Terry explains, "I hate the never-getting of my marriage. Even after we do it, it's nothing. My wife's cavern is just plain cold."
To the oversexed person, there is no act that is distasteful. No matter what the sexual act, as long as they are satisfied. They are not content with the normal emotional values of sex, they need more.
It is hard to look at it from their viewpoint, but you have to realize that the oversexed person has no repressions and no inhibitions. There is nothing to any sex act that is shameful or vulgar to them. They are aware of their situation, and they feel that they are dealing effectively with it.
"I'm not abnormal," says Teresa R-. "It just takes a lot of love to satisfy me."
Teresa, twenty-eight, sees no change.
"I'll just keep getting big bull guys, who like to do things my way; maybe if I find one, who can cool me well, I'll marry him," she says. But she has never married.
"So many American men are inexpert lovers," she continues.
Teresa has found that many men are not capable of continuing intercourse long enough for their partners to achieve an orgasm.
Arnold F-, divorced, 34, a recording artist, has this to say:
"There are plenty of frigid women floating around. My wife was one of them. Sex with her was a sad experience, I ended up frustrated, although I will admit that I am overly virile. We were very unhappy together. The lack of sex harmony brought discord and bickering."
Arnold and his wife Norma never had sex together before marriage.
"She had vague ideas about how to satisfy herself and me," he complained.
"I had more of a need than she had," he went on.
Like many other oversexed people, Arnold feels that sexual compatibility is the most important thing in marriage. "I think that pre-marital sex would have saved our marriage," he says.
The human animal is a relatively poor breeder, but despite that, the male and the female are very fertile creatures. A woman can get pregnant easily and a man can easily get her pregnant.
There are millions of women who want babies and can't have them, and there are thousands of pregnant unmarried mothers, who are going to have babies that they never wanted.
There are many oversexed people who are sexually stimulated by liquor. These people are feverish, high-keyed and emotional all the time. They frequent bars and are easy pickups. They have a sexual tension.
A bartender told me: "They hang around until someone who needs to get laid comes in, and off they go together. They've had only two or three drinks together, but they have a common need."
One of these bar types, Tony T--likes to beat a woman before he has sex with her. He finds that he can find receptive women of this sort in bars.
Tony, 43, explains: "I get this feeling that I've got to hit someone. Later, I want to have sex. The women I find bear it, because they want good solid sex later, and boy, I give them that!"
"Have you ever heard this?" Tony asked. " 'Ah, sinful nation, a people laden with iniquity, a seed of evil-doers-they have forsaken!' "
Tony feels that he has evil in him, but he also feels that he has good.
"Maybe I need analysis, maybe something has to be done, but I don't have the time or the money," he says.
Tony says that when he beats a naked woman, 'it makes me creep all over."
Penny, at thirty, is a drunk. She works in a bar, and when off-duty, goes to other bars.
"Yeah, Sodom and Gomorrah!" she says, " 'How is the faithful city become a harlot-the destruction of the transgressors and of the sinners shall be together-they shall be consumed!' " Penny's father was and is a minister. She was raised firmly. But:
"When I was eighteen, I was masturbating daily, I had hot pants. I made friends with a 20-year-old girl, Ella, whose father had a grocery store. They had a pool and I went swimming there a lot. Even when Ella went to visit her grandmother, I went there. Her father was a widower," Penny recalls.
Penny was extremely well developed. "I wore this bathing suit, and when I walked my buttocks moved. I saw her father, his name was Dan, watching me. He really thought that my fanny was delicious, I guess."
One day after her swim, Dan invited her to dinner, then they came back to the apartment.
"We kissed right away, and after a while, he was near the point of ignition. He showed me his tool. It was very hard and stiff. He asked me to kiss it. I had never done that. I said no. Then we kissed more, and he got his finger at a sensitive spot. I was a virgin, but he really got me hot!"
He gradually undressed Penny.
"I saw that my bra was off and he had his fingers in the waistband of my panties, he slid them down over my knees, then off. I was very conscious that his sexual organ was erect and visible to me. I was very excited!"
Penny claims that Dan forced her legs apart, and then:
"He pushed against me until I felt it go in me! After that, I met him a lot. We had sex constantly, he performed cunnilingus on me, and I went down on him. We had sex every way; one day, he told me that he liked sex au trois, with three people."
Penny thought that Dan would show up with a man, whom he would make her have relations with. To her surprise, he brought a woman, Danielle, 39, who was French. Penny was immediately impressed with the woman. She was tall, small-busted, with wide hips.
When they were all nude in the bedroom, Penny realized that Danielle like Dan was oversexed.
Danielle watched, at first, while Dan had sex with Penny. There was an excitement in the woman's eyes. Then while Penny was "hot," having sex with Dan, Danielle reached down and fondled her breasts.
"I saw her nest between her legs then, and it excited me," Penny recalled. "I knew that something unusual was going to happen between this woman and me. Later, while Dan was still having intercourse with me, she started kissing my breasts and sucking them. I got very hot!"
Later, the three were in bed together.
"Dan was having intercourse with her dog-fashion," Penny recalled. "I was lying at the end of the bed, and my legs were facing Danielle, who was in the throes of passion. I saw her looking at my sex between my legs, but somehow, I kept them open. Her eyes were getting glassy, and then I heard her cry; 'I've got to!' She gripped my legs and buried her head between them, and her tongue was like a sword. She was still joined with Dan and was in passion. The three of us made wild love like that for an hour."
This was followed by other sexual forays between Danielle and Dan.
When Penny finally left home at twenty-one, she moved in with Danielle.
"She got me a job, and I had a bisexual life. I dated men, but I also made love to her, but most of the time, she did it to me. I was drinking now. In a year, by the time I was twenty-two, I was a heavy drinker. I met this guy, Bob H-, who tried to get me on dope, so I could push for him. I never got hooked on it, because I never really took it," Penny said.
"I never found sex with another woman fun, I did it for a reason, when I needed money for booze. Finally, I had to get out, because the relationship of Danielle and me was degenerating to violence and I thought I would get hurt," Penny said.
Penny admitted that the only sex she liked with a woman was when Danielle sucked her breasts.
"She was so small, it was pitiful; she loved sucking mine, they are so big, and I got a kick out of it too," Penny admitted.
Today, Penny sticks to men.
"I will let a woman do me, if she has some bread to give me or I can use her," she acknowledges.
Penny is very emotional. "I am a real sinner," she repeats. "My parents don't talk to me or write to me. I feel that I should be forgiven!"
Penny is very active with sodomites now.
"I find that men like to do it to me that way," she explains.
She shakes her head. "I love it, but if my Dad knew, wow! He used to quote: 'And they declare their sins as Sodom, they hide it not. Woe unto their soul, for they have rewarded evil unto themselves!' "
Penny snickers: "I know I'm evil. To hell with it!"
CHAPTER THREE
"I went with a man for years," said Joyce R-, a 27-year-old cosmetic buyer, with redheaded sincerity. "We went to bed after every date. We broke up. I went without a man for a week, and I was dying. Then I found a guy and I went to bed with him, and it took us a whole weekend to satisfy ourselves."
Joyce, who is oversexed, likes poetry.
"If music is the food of love, play on, man!" says Joyce.
Joyce likes to have the hi-fi on when she is making love.
"It sends me, I get a kick out of it. I guess I even move with the music on that bed," she says.
Purple is her favorite color. Her bedspreads are purple, she has many purple panties and bras, negligees.
"Purple stands for passion," she laughed. "I have a wonderful feeling when I come! It's lovely! It's like all my nerves are exploding!"
Joyce laughs at people who have illusions.
"Life is a jungle! A woman has a body, and every mother's son wants to stick his thing in her. Did you ever notice that when any man looks at a woman, a good-looking woman, he has that 'I'd like to get into you' look?"
She likes to see men fight.
"I'd like to see men kill each other, the bastards!" she says.
She hates men, because she needs them so much.
"I guess there is beauty somewhere," Joyce says, "Green trees, flowers, the world moving to a plan, a master plan, but me, I am really ruled by my body. I get these hot flashes and I've got to have a man's tool in me, a throbbing one, making me move with it."
Joyce likes to physically handle men.
"The other week, this kid came by with some groceries, he asked to use the bathroom and he left the door open," she said. "I guess he thought I was in the kitchen. I tiptoed close and saw his thing, then I tiptoed into the room, I grabbed his thing before he could put it back. 'Hey,' he said, but later, when I had it hard and took it in my mouth, as I got on my knees, he found it thrilling. He was nineteen. Later, I laid him on the bed in the bedroom. He was pretty good."
Joyce feels that there is a beauty in loving, but she has never experienced it.
"Loving is a brutal thing to me," she says, "Rough. Forceful."
Joyce feels that life is a granite wall and that you bang your head against it. "Everything is like mercury, it slips through your hands," she says.
She feels that life and people pound at your soul and beat the life out of it.
As a writer of books dealing with sex, and a sex researcher, I find that people will tell you all their sexual activities and didoes, if you promise them anonymity. They seem to feel that they will shock me, but I find that more than shock, their strikingly raw stories bring a wave of sympathy.
"The way that you beat men," Joyce explains, "is that you become rottener than them! All that talk about grace, you know, a butterfly having grace in mating season; hell, sex is violent. I think it's the most violent thing in the world!"
Each sex bout is a thrill for Joyce.
"It seems each time I do it, I do it better, that's the truth," she revealed.
"Every one in the world has a ladder in life, that they climb," Joyce says, "When you reach the top you realize how short your ladder is. But you have to live with what you are, you have to keep your balance."
Joyce is very much aware that she is oversexed. She has on occasion forced men to have sex with her.
"I brought this cab-driver up for a drink, later I raped him, the poor guy, he kept saying that if he laid me, he wouldn't be able to lay his wife, and she expected him to do it that night. That excited me, I worked on him until he came three times. He was limp when he left. I wondered what happened that night between him and his wife."
Joyce feels that she has loved many men, but that she is also capable of loving one man.
"Screwing is good for you," laughs Joyce, "It keeps your weight down!"
Joyce feels that the average man in her circle is capable of ten minutes of sex. She went to her doctor and got expert advice. After a while, she stopped going.
"For a while, I thought I was a nympho, but I'm not, I'm just oversexed. It was quite a relief!" she said.
Asked what she planned to do about it, she shrugged. "Live with it, I guess!"
CHAPTER FOUR
The oversexed person usually feels that there is no such thing as promiscuity.
The following is a record of a session between an analyst and an oversexed male, age forty-three, a prominent businessman:
ANALYST: Why did you marry early?
MR. X: I married young because I needed steady sex. I was twenty, my wife was sixteen. I was her first lover.
ANALYST: Did you have enough sexual activity?
MR. X: My wife was not in the mood enough.
ANALYST: Then what did you do?
MR. X: After I was married a year, I felt frustrated. Besides having sex with my wife. I masturbated frequently. I decided to find other women.
ANALYST: Did you seek out prostitutes?
MR. X: No, I had a fear of venereal disease. I felt that if I brought a disease home, I could never explain it to my wife.
ANALYST: What happened?
MR. X: I discovered that our bookkeeper, a plain, but very well-built young woman, who had worked for my father for years, had laid a friend of mine, Elmer. I worked part-time at my father's office, and I got next to her.
ANALYST: When did you have your first sex encounter?
MR. X: I had little success at first, I was twenty-one and she was twenty-nine. The age difference was a barrier.
ANALYST: What happened?
MR. X: One night, she told me that her car had broken down, and she asked me to drive her home.
ANALYST: Then?
MR. X: We went to her apartment and had some drinks. We talked about weak men. She admitted that many women castrate men. I found that I had a sexual yen for her. I made several attempts to remove her bra, failing, I unzipped and placed my penis in her hand. She held it for a moment and then it seemed to excite her. She fondled it then began masturbating me. To my surprise, despite my pleas to stop, she handled me to orgasm and then proceeded to oral-minister to me. At this time, I was able to remove her bra and her skirt and panties. We went into her bedroom.
ANALYST: What did you do then?
MR. X: We talked and fondled each other. The age barrier was gone. She told me that she liked young men, and she hoped that I would be aroused again soon. She told me that she got a climax when she masturbated a man to completion. She was very open and honest.
Mr. X became aroused and had sex with the woman. He then had mutual oral sex with her and performed sodomy.
MR. X: I found that she got a pleasure-pain out of the sodomy. I felt very good in the act.
She was very uninhibited. She begged me to climax in her. I did. Although she was unmarried, she did not want me to use any contraceptive. She told me that she would like a child. She told me that she was very fertile, but she knew what days she could become pregnant.
ANALYST: How long did you have sex with this woman?
MR. X: For five years. I was quite happy, my wife was unfit for me sexually, but this woman was oversexed like me. It was a good thing, but she found another man, unmarried, who was like us, oversexed, she told me that she was going to marry him. She dyed her hair blonde, lost weight, married him within thirty days. I was alone. My spirit died within me. I was on a whirling carousel of sleepless nights, I needed sex.
ANALYST: What did you do?
MR. X: I was now working for a collection agency. I met a wild degenerate woman, Gerry, short for Geraldine. She was in debt. She was twenty-five, beautiful, wanton, and a good lover. I helped her pay her bills and made love to her. I had no heartache, I was over at her home continually, using all sorts of excuses to pacify my wife. This was some woman. She had even new ways to satisfy us. I found that she could make me come more slowly, so that we could enjoy ourselves longer.
ANALYST: Did you ever have any concern for your wife?
MR. X: I felt that she would stay home, there was the color TV, she could have friends over. I had to have sex and she couldn't give me enough. Then it happened, Gerry ran off with some guy. I was cut off again. I found another woman in trouble, a 19-year-old, who wanted to leave home, she lived with her drunken mother. I broke her in, taking her hymen. I gave her money to leave home and get an apartment. She was an apt pupil, I taught her to go down on me, I taught her sodomy. I performed orally on her. She fell in love with me. She told me, that I had no children and I should leave my wife. ANALYST: Did you?
MR. X: No!
ANALYST: How long did this relationship continue?
MR. X: Two years, until she tried to kill herself. I was upset, I gave her money to go to Denver. She later met a man there, married him. I was cut off again.
ANALYST: Did you ever think of seeking medical help?
MR. X: No.
ANALYST: Go on.
MR. X: I went to a boxing match with a friend, and he introduced me to a tough looking, but beautiful woman, Grace C-. I got her phone number. I called her the next week. I told my wife that I was going out of town on business for the weekend, I took Grace to Lake Tahoe. We ate dinner, went to our room, we undressed and I said, 'Let's make it!' "
ANALYST: She complied?
MR. X: Yes, but I found out that she was sexually ill. She liked to be spanked! I had never spanked a woman before. She had a nice butt. I found that I enjoyed spanking her. She climaxed sometimes.
ANALYST: Did she drink much?
MR. X: We all drank. When you need a lot of sex, you think about it all the time. Drinking helps you think about something else a little bit.
ANALYST: How long did you follow this masochistic line with this woman?
MR. X: To my surprise, I got carried away one night, I cut her buttocks with a belt. I decided to stop using a belt. One night, I came over and she was a wreck, she had picked up some guy who liked to "dump" women, he had beaten her very badly, she was semi-conscious. I took her to a hospital. After that, I stopped seeing her. I felt that it was too dangerous. ANALYST: You enjoyed hitting her?
MR. X: Yes.
ANALYST: Do you feel that you are a sadomasochist?
MR. X: No, but I get a thrill out of all sorts of erotic sex.
ANALYST: Is that erotic to you?
MR. X: Yes.
Mr. X agreed with the advice of the analyst to get further medical treatment. It was worked out so that his wife would not be informed.
The following story was told to me by a social worker, and deals with the impact of being oversexed and also fighting a homosexual problem.
S. H., a brilliant young male student, won a scholarship at nineteen to continue his college education. Excited by this, he proposed to his longtime girl friend, H. J. They had never had sex together. Three weeks later, they ran off and married.
H. told her mother that her sex with her husband left a lot to be desired. Her mother explained that it was probably fatigue and the long hours of study.
Upon graduation, S. got a job with T-Corporation. His foreman, E. R., became very friendly with him.
One evening after work, they had drinks and ended up at E's apartment. S. got so drunk he passed out.
"When I woke up," he told the social worker, "I was shocked, E. had my penis in his hand, and when he saw I was awake, he looked at me, then began kissing it. I stiffened. I felt very strange. Then he took it in his mouth. I felt the same as if it was in a girl's thing!"
"He kept doing it and I tried to pull away, I realized that I was letting a man make love to me, then I climaxed," S. explained.
The relationship between S., whose wife H., was a "hot momma" worsened.
"My wife liked sex, she constantly complained that I was disappointing as a man, I kept making up more excuses to see E. Upon his urging, I started having rectal intercourse with him as the recipient. He kept telling me, that he was in love with me," S. continued.
H. became an habitual masturbator, but was still a loyal woman and had no adulterous affairs. She had "wet dreams" constantly.
The affair between S. and E. grew more involved.
S.'s wife decided to talk to him about a divorce, she was tired of the lack of sex life. She was tired of lack of home life. Her life was very empty.
"I told her about my problem," S. said.
His wife was stunned; he had always seemed very virile. They agreed to get a divorce.
H., the wife, filed. During the wait for the divorce, she met another man, B., who had sex with her. They were very sexually attracted, and H. allowed herself to become pregnant.
"I am sure that he will marry me, when the divorce is final," she told everyone.
S. was relieved and moved in with E. Then came a problem.
"He wanted me to make oral love to him too," S. said, "One night in passion, when he was mouthing me, I lost control and I took his tool in my mouth. It was weird, I went up and down on it and felt his genitals. I was stunned, I was performing orally on another man. It felt like sweet hard flesh. When he gushed, I felt heady, I climaxed a moment later. I never allowed him to sodomize me!"
A guilt complex developed, and in a bitter rage over the fact, that he, S., wanted to be a man and not 'some queer's mate," S. stalked out.
E. pursued him and talked incessantly. "Do you want another whore wife. Look, she's knocked up by another man and you're not even divorced!"
S. didn't know what to do. He talked to a friend, who advised him to live by himself. He moved.
The next night, E. killed himself.
S. was stunned.
He started drinking. In his drinking bouts, he met another homosexual, who also pushed dope. S. got on heroin.
In another two weeks, he had moved in with C. J., another queer.
"He was very strong, I let him have oral relations with me and enter me anally, I was now a completely experienced homo," S. said.
S. continued on narcotics.
He was stopped for drunken driving. The police doctor found narcotics in his system. He was arrested.
When he told his whole story, he was turned over to a facility that could treat his homosexuality, as well as his narcotics addiction.
H., his wife, married her lover.
CHAPTER FIVE
Terry Q-is 30. She is being treated for a mental disorder. She has been oversexed since her youth. An attractive blonde, she has a well-kept figure. She has big breasts, (38), a slim waist, (25), wide hips, (35). She worked as a clerk typist, when she met Bill, her first husband.
"He was well hung; we had good sex; I am very slow climaxing, but he had three climaxes to my one. It worked out, we had three children and were very happy," she relates.
Bill was killed in an explosion. Terry got his insurance. She opened up a restaurant. A continually present dinner guest, Bob W., got friendly with her.
They married a year later.
"He was a dud! He came very fast and we had almost nothing else in common; we divorced. I married a Mexican, Raoul, when my divorce was final. Raoul likes to perform cunnilingus. He is very virile. We have wild sex, but I found that I was very unhappy when everyone asked me why I married such a dark complected man. I found that the racial difference was bigger than I thought. It started to interfere with our sex life and one night, when Raoul was trying to make me perform fellatio on him, I grew hysterical. I got so violent, they had to commit me!"
Terry was released and then committed again. She had to divorce Raoul, who got drunk and tried to kill her twice. At thirty, she is a very distraught, hard woman. She is still under medical care.
She still dates. "When I'm hot, I let whoever I like, make me! I have terrific sexual pressure. I have to realize that I'm oversexed and dig in to control it," she stressed, very much aware of her problem.
A famous blonde motion picture star makes weekly excursions to Bakersfield to have sex with truck-drivers whom she meets. Thrice-married, the actress, still a beauty, is highly oversexed.
Bert R. is a 40-year-old truck driver who has had sex with her many times.
"She likes big men, wide shoulders all that," he said. "She drinks a lot, but never gets too drunk. Her interest in truck-drivers came about when her first husband at the start of her career was a truck-driver. He left her when he caught her in bed with his best friend."
Bert told of the actress's preoccupation with taking a shower with him.
"In the shower, she makes her initial contact with your genitals, she likes to play with them, she doesn't let go until you have an erection," he said.
"Then you dry off and go to bed. She enjoys giving a blow-job and likes to have intercourse. She climaxes quickly. She had three to my one. Although I did not do it, some drivers have had anal intercourse with her. There are now about six of us who have sex with her. If one of us is not available, when she drives up, another is! We all know what she likes and what she doesn't. I have never blown her, but two other drivers have and the same two have had 69 with her."
According to Bert, the actress feels that she should have her sex as far away from Hollywood as possible.
The truckers like her. "She's not a nympho," Bert interjected, "She climaxes with great vigor. She gets very wet!"
Bert admits that a non-virile man would have trouble with her.
"It takes an hour to bring her around the first time," he informed.
"She has the most beautiful buttocks and enormous breasts, and she likes tickling a man's genitals," he laughed, blushing a bit.
Sometimes being oversexed in this fashion is a great problem. Another actress, very successful, spent a lot of time having sex and neglected her career.
At 27, she is considered unreliable in Hollywood, and has taken to being a party girl-a prostitute invited to entertain at stag parties. At one affair, she had sex with fifteen men.
"She only grunted once!" one of the participants told me a few years later.
An unusual "party" girl, she climaxed with each man, a feat not normal, as most call girls, party girls and streetwalkers make it a point not to get emotionally involved with a customer, so that they don't climax.
"It can wear you out," said Rene T-, a well known call girl.
At twenty-nine, she was a common streetwalker and was arrested. It was discovered that she had a terminal case of TB. In three months, she was dead.
Lenore T-, twenty-six, has a good job as an architect's assistant, and may soon be an architect. She married at sixteen, had a daughter, and a year later divorced her drunken husband.
Single since then, she has raised her daughter. At twenty-two, she became pregnant with a married man's child. The child died at birth. The married man, much in love with Lenore, told her that he would get a divorce, and begged her to continue seeing him.
"I got a guilt complex over the baby. I also discovered that I had an overpowering sex urge, I let the Negro janitor come to bed with me one night. He was so thrilled making it with a white girl, that he performed cunnilingus on me. He was well-built down there," she explained to an analyst.
For some reason, along with punishing the married man, who never did leave his wife, Lenore had intercourse with other Negro men.
"I suddenly found myself looking in the mirror at my white body covered by a black body, that had its sex organ deep in me, and I watched the bouncing dark buttocks, as the man probed into me," she said, "It gave me a bizarre thrill!"
"I got scared for my job progress, so I finally broke off with the Negroes," she said.
She is a very passionate woman.
"I get so hot, that I have learned to suck my own breasts," she admitted, "I can make myself climax that way!"
She has been frustrated with men.
"I was in bed with a virile man four hours, and he couldn't bring me off, I had to go into the shower for an hour with a vibrator. I finally made myself come," she says.
This sex problem bothers her.
"It takes a lot to bring me off," she protests.
She has gone for medical advice to no avail. One doctor advised her to marry again and have a child. He felt that this might help her climaxes.
Like many oversexed women, Lenore likes to masturbate men to orgasm.
"When I see them spurt, I enjoy it very much," she says candidly. "I also like orally making love to a man," she added.
"The first fellatio I ever saw was when my sister was giving it to her boy friend, when I was about fourteen. I had gotten up for some water, and they were on the couch. He had her blouse and bra off, they had the lamp on. She did it softly, I saw it enter her lips, then I watched in fascination. It surprised me, that she didn't remove it after he had an orgasm. She kept going!"
After that, she thought about it.
When she was sixteen, she did it to her boy friend, a 19-year-old college football player, Clyde A-.
"He almost had a heart attack!" she recalled.
Her first reciprocal "69" was when she was twenty-two. She fell in love with an older man, thirty-six, who was a widower. They had wild sex, but the strain of satisfying her finally drove him off.
"I guess I loved him," she said, "but it's tough to marry a woman who has such a hard time completing."
Faith E-does not believe in Faith, Hope and Charity. She is a professional call girl. Her clients are men. She gets $100 an hour.
Off duty, she is a man-hater.
And a woman-lover!
Faith was a latent lesbian when she began a call girl. She participated in sexually inverted activities with two other call girls and they "brought her out."
Masturbation is not too common among lesbians.
Faith says, "It's easier to have sex with a woman than a man. You don't have to get involved. There is a hangout, a night spot where you can go and pick up a bull-dyke. I went there the other day with another girl. The dyke took us home, gave us both a treatment and returned us to town. To this day, I don't know her last name."
Faith has always felt that her involvement with the male sex has meant only trouble. Her first husband was a bisexual, who later moved in with Faith's bisexual brother Carl. They divorced.
Faith was a dancer and singer.
"Every time I had to make a move to help my career, some fat slob had his hand on his zipper and my agent was whispering in my ear to 'give him head!' " Faith smirked.
Despite all her activities daily as a call girl, Faith finds that oral relations with other lesbians and even body contact is not enough. She enjoys having another lesbian have intercourse with her, using a dildo.
Faith has had sex-play with every madam she has worked with.
"They have a man, but I've yet to find one who won't let a woman make her," she said.
"And there are some women who like to mother you, and before you know it, your panties are off, and they're doing it to you. I had one of my mother's best friends come over to my pad last week and make love to me. The woman's fifty-five. I let her make love to me. She said to me, 'It's good to know that you're here, when I need it!' "
Faith will never live with another lesbian.
"I don't go for that poppa-momma garbage," she says.
Recently she made an effort to see if she could have normal relations with a non-paying man.
"I went to this party, I met this guy. I laid him at his place, it was okay," Faith says," but I get a bigger kick out of a woman. I don't know why." Faith has saved money. She owns an apartment house. She plans to quit in two years.
"I'll have the money and be a lady," she says. "The other night, I was watching TV and I see this famous woman writer, who had made love to me, being interviewed. The woman is a notorious bull-dyke. She is talking about marriage, love and children. I roared. That broad begged me to let her put her talented tongue to work. She's like a man. Most of these bulls have small breasts, but hers are very large. They are very sensitive. I know." Faith has no children.
"I'm glad, I'd be a horrible mother," she said. "Look at my life!"
Before she became a call girl, Faith tells of a friend leaving her 18-year-old daughter Helene with her.
"We hit it oft well, she kept kissing me. She out-weighed me by forty pounds. One night in bed, she fingered me to a climax, and I almost fainted." The next day, she begged me to let her make love to me.
I said, "No!"
"Believe it or not, she overpowered me, stripped me nude and begged me to let her orally love me, I had to fight her oft. The mother never knew. Today the girl is divorced, has two children, is a screaming lesbian. It's five years later, but only last week, I let her have me!"
"I feel that there are a lot of women in those private women's colleges, who make love to those female students," Faith opined.
"Lesbians have sex slaves. I know a girl who has two women, both female executives, who support her," Faith said. "I will take a woman in call, but she has to pay more than a man. "One day, I got a call, the name was that of a man, I was to get $250 for all night, and that's high. I took a cab and was greeted by a housekeeper who sent me upstairs; I got undressed and in walked one of the top singing stars in the world today 'I'm H-,' she said. Then I understood the high price."
Faith laughed, "Men wet their pants over her, but she likes chicks! It's a gas!"
CHAPTER SIX
Many persons who are failures at other things in life turn to sex for solace.
These people in all honesty never confess to themselves that they are oversexed, although they may have sex with their mates as often as three times or four times a day.
People today have a never-ending struggle to understand themselves and the world they live in, and to understand life. However, an overindulgence in sex can often bring about tragedy such as in the case of Marlene M-, twenty-nine.
At the age of eighteen, Marlene was employed by a company headed by a widowed man of fifty.
"He kept calling me into his office on all pretexts, and finally one night, asked me to work overtime. He was a big man and he overpowered me in the stockroom. He was quite agitated and also quite surprised that I was a virgin. However, he proceeded to deflower me away while I scratched his face and fought him to no avail. After that, we had sex often and he gave me money. I also found out that I was very passionate and dated three other men, but did not submit to any of them, as my boss was now giving me extra money. When my boss married, I broke off our sex feasts, although he said we could continue, and gave in to another date, who was forty."
She paused. "I had just had straight copulation with my boss, but this man added a new wrinkle!
He was a bachelor and we went to nice places, but always ended up in his place. We had sex twice when he suggested that I French him, I refused. The man had gained my confidence and he then asked me if I had ever had a man go down on me. I said no. To my surprise, he got on his knees, got his head between my thighs and I felt his mouth contact me. I shuddered and moaned!! The sight of him doing that excited me and I felt the strange suction. It made me feel pleasant and I also felt agitated.
"I moaned and I felt his lips still at work," she continued. "I felt the tide rise within me. I was breathing fast, my backside was moving up and back, then I grabbed his hair and cried, 'I'm going to do it, I'm doing it, I'm do-oing ... Ohhh!'
"I climaxed. That was the first time I had oral sex. It was quite wild. I later encouraged him to repeat the performance, but I never would do him until one night when he was quite aroused. He asked me to do him, I refused, and he just wouldn't take it the refusal; he forced me down. He kept saying that I was just interested in my own pleasure and not his. 'Go on', he urged, 'go on!' I moved forward and I felt him shudder as I started to use my mouth. My eyes were closed and I heard him sigh over and over. Strangely enough, I found that I got pleasure out of this act. I delighted in it and when he climaxed, I held him until he tossed in tortured delight himself."
The next time, the two had a mutual soixanteneuf.
The man passed from her life, but Marlene was already a devotee of oral love-making. She had moved into a crowd that was way-out, and they all went to various resorts together. Sex was very common, and Marlene admits that she watched other couples copulating.
"I saw women having sex with men dog-fashion," Marlene admitted, "and I later tried it myself. Any sexual coupling that I witnessed, I had to try myself! I found that I liked to climax a lot. At a beach party, where we (a boy friend and I) spent the weekend, I saw the hostess, a good looking woman about forty, get sodomized. Her bedroom door was ajar and she thought everyone had gone to a picnic up the beach. I had a strange sensation as I watched. She seemed to want to cry out, the man had her on the bed on her stomach, he was grasping her hips with two vise-like hands. I heard her sob; 'Oh, Jack, I can't stand it-ohhh-don't take it out-I can't stand it-no-O-o-o-o!' It was very interesting as she climaxed. Later, I looked at her as she lay exhausted on the bed."
Marlene asked a few suitors about this sodomistic act, but they had no interest and seemed disgusted with it, so she dropped it. She was now very, sensual and one day had sex with four different men.
"The more sex I had, the hotter I got and the more I needed. I was persistent in trying to find a man to sodomize me. To my surprise, it turned out to be a young doctor I dated."
Marlene recalls it: "We had gone to Las Vegas. It was bedtime, and we had straight sex and a '69.' I still had the psychological urge to have it done between my buttocks, I told him. He was delighted.
In no time, I felt him enter me in that area. To my delight, I found that I got real pleasure out of this too. I did not disguise my pleasure, and I climaxed. The doctor was quite intrigued and asked me when I had made up my mind to let a man do it to me that way. I told him that I had wanted to for some time. Later, I tried to compare the sensations of oral sex, vaginal sex and rectal sex, I found that I got pleasure from them all!"
To Marlene's surprise, one afternoon she had two visitors at her apartment on her day off.
"Despite my age, I drank a lot and the two men did too. I had the desire to have sex and the men knew it. In an hour, we all three were in bed. I had never done anything that way-with two men, but they urged me, and while I had one man orally, the other was having vaginal intercourse with me. We did other things, and then one man suggested that he use my back door while the other penetrated my front door. I agreed, and it was a violent thing as they pushed and squeezed and titillated me. I was visibly excited and I climaxed seven times as a result of this three-way juncture. My sex train was now really started, I desired any erotic way to get my kicks!"
At twenty, Marlene seduced the Negro janitor at work. She took him home. "It was an unpardonable thing, but I wanted to see that black body on my white one in the mirror. It was a gas! I did it once with him and threw him out. I felt that I was the user and men were the used.
"I got hung up on sex, any way, but with men, I couldn't visualize making it with women, although women had already hit on me.' I had seen at parties, women making love to each other, but I felt that men were for me and that was that. But I found that I was getting in with groups. At one party, I was part of a 'daisy chain' and was orally making love to a man I had met just that night, while he reciprocated on a woman, that I had also just met that night, while she was making love to my date, a libertine stock-broker, who was dogmatic in that we should have 'lots of sex, and do everything openly, there is no limit to being satisfied!' I bought that."
Marlene was preoccupied with sex; it saturated her mind.
"I went to movies with men and masturbated them to orgasm under my coat. I enjoyed the man's quivering and then the feel of moisture. I was getting fearfully open, I let men finger me in theatres. I found that my dates could make me climax in movie theatres. I was a very horny young woman!" she recalled.
Marlene admitted that she struggled with some new dates, but the struggle was brief and really insincere, because she had reached the point where she had more sex desire than dates to stem them.
"Men made me throb like a blood-vessel!" she enthused, "It seemed that every night I was in some stage of nudity and I was trying every sexual posture and action!'
"Men told me that my flesh was creamy and my thighs were large. I was very female and I enjoyed having my big breasts sucked. It seemed that my thighs were gates, that some man was continually opening. When a man was totally within me, I wasn't sure how long it would take me to finish him off. I delighted in making a man who didn't feel like finishing, complete early. I reveled in getting men on their knees to make oral love to me," she admitted.
Marlene was and still is continually 'hoyden' and 'hot."
"When I climax I find sex delicious; just what makes me climax is of no consequence, whether I am being sodomized, Frenched, or 'eaten!' "
Marlene revealed that when she is entered, "a tremor runs through me!"
She finds that there are men "who find new depths in my love nest, they go deeper than others."
Marlene admits that she has been influenced by other women. She had gone on at rip to Reno with another woman. They met two men, and the other woman, Lottie, wanted to use their room, Marlene went with the other man, Bill, to their hotel room. She had sex with him, then 'he got that crazy look in his eyes. I was naked on the bed, my buttocks up. He took his belt out of his pants. Before I knew what was happening, he was beating me. It hurt. I started to yell and cry!"
In due time, Marlene found other men who 'spanked" or "dumped" or "whipped."
She found that she hurt, but later got a sexual sensation out of this and later a climax. She admitted that she requested one man take her to a 'sado-maso' spectacle, and she admitted: 'I got a kick out of seeing those naked women getting it, and psychologically, drinking in the men and the women's nudity. I also knew that they would all climax despite the whip-marks, the screams and the visual agony. I knew that it was evil. But I truthfully enjoyed it, but realistically, I could not participate in an orgy where there were a lot of people doing this."
Marlene admitted that this was wrong, but she got response from it and felt that "it is up to the individual." She saw nothing wrong with taking gifts from men she had surrendered to. She remembered all her sexual experiences. She had notions about certain sex acts, which later became habits. Marlene likes the idea of force, although she struggles momentarily.
Marlene suddenly got an urge for Negroes.
"I got this young Negro boy and I tailed him a lot and taught him to make love. I gave him money," she said. "At first, I thought I was having sex with Negroes out of curiosity, but then I realized that I was spending more of my free time in bed with Negroes than with whites!"
Marlene said that she had heard that Negro men were built bigger than white men, but that was not true. "They are all the same," Marlene opined.
Later, Marlene dropped her connection with Negroes and returned to white lovers. She also went to receptions with another girl friend, Kiki, who was also over-sexed.
The receptions were parties where the "host" hired male and female prostitutes to perform. The highlight of the evening was usually the "de-virginizing" of a would-be harlot, who wanted to make money while being deflowered. "It was very amusing to watch a young woman lose her cherry that way," Marlene said.
At one party, Marlene and her girl friend found that "the virgin" was a poor young girl who had been "used," given a few dollars and then kicked out to starve. Her name was Alma K-, and Marlene took her home with her.
She was tall, had blonde hair, and her eyes were a bright blue. Her complexion was pinkish. Marlene got her a job and they lived together, sleeping together.
"One night, I had the desire to feel her down there," Marlene said. "I reached down and there was no resistance, so I tickled her. Then to my surprise, she turned and kissed me on the lips!" Marlene felt that things were going too fast so she cooled the girl and cooled their relations with the "feel" and kisses.
To Marlene's surprise, the young lady was an experienced lesbian, and succeeded one night in kissing Marlene's Venus garden, fondling it and then making love to her in that sensitive spot. Marlene was then all hers.
"She kept using her mouth every night or so, and I'd scream and kick and clutch at her until I climaxed," Marlene explained.
After many solo demonstrations of pleasure, the cunning Alma had Marlene reciprocating.
"I did not feel abnormal or bisexual, I felt nothing," Marlene stressed. "I just felt that it was fun and I had a ball doing it with the girl."
One night when Marlene was lying nude on the sofa, Alma put on a dildo and came to her. Marlene laughed and refused to let the girl use the machine on her.
However, after a half hour of love play, Alma had placed the dildo "deep inside" Marlene.
Marlene became quite agitated, and to her surprise, she climaxed.
The girl brought another girl, Louella, to the apartment and Marlene found once again that she had a problem. She joined in with Alma to seduce the girl. Later, they both shared her in a very erotic fashion. The girl surrendered to them both and spent time with them, having sex every weekend.
After they had performed every conceivable act with this girl, they found a fresh one. It became a circle of erotic pleasure between women.
"When it was a girl's first time, it was nothing for her to cry and clutch at us, but after we had her, she clutched to us, her eyes wide, her bottom moving and when she climaxed, she was ours!" Marlene related.
Marlene found that it was not easy to break off her relationship with women, and she had to ponder her decisions for a long time before she severed her relations with Alma and their "harem."
She had "desires" for women, but she fought them.
However, Marlene plunged to new depths. She married a young businessman, who traveled a lot. She got lonely and invited young men to use their pool.
In no time, she took showers with the young men and had them sexually in her husband's bed.
"They were like wild little animals," Marlene related to authorities later. "I loved having sex with them!"
Marlene started to perform fellatio on the young boys. Age began not to matter. She had oral sex with boys as young as fifteen. One boy told his mother, and Marlene was caught with three youngsters, ages seventeen, eighteen and nineteen. She was charged with contributing to the delinquency of the 17-year-old.
Under questioning, Marlene told her whole story. Medical men did not condemn her, but felt that she was "oversexed" and needed medical help.
She was sent to a psychiatrist and is under institutional care at this writing.
CHAPTER SEVEN
There is a joke to the effect that the trouble in the Garden of Eden was not caused by an apple but by a green pair.
Because we live in a world of general infidelity, there is a virtual river of humor that deals with the marital unfaithful.
There is the story of the 29-year-old executive, who comes into his office bubbling one morning, and says; "My wife is pregnant!"
His beautiful secretary looks at him sincerely and asks, "Whom do you suspect?"
This is more tragedy than humor. The unfaithful are usually oversexed. They are married to inadequate people sexually, who do not realize that their mates are on fire sexually.
At a party, a drunken married woman told me that her husband is capable of having sex with her twice a week. But she has a daily need. Two neighbors aid and abet her husband without his knowledge.
However, this is the tinder for murder, violence and divorce.
To the oversexed, love is the most sought after emotion of them all. Love forgives, it condones.
The adulteress, who can blame her adultery on love, is far more calm than the adulteress, who has no reason for sleeping with her husband's brother or best friend-or as in one case history, that we will deal with later in this book, his father.
Love never loses, and no one ever loses at love. It is a solid emotion.
When the adulteress first undresses and hops into bed because her husband has not had sex with her for three weeks, she looks at the man she is bedding with. She envisions him as a knight errant. She feels that he will make everything right.
He makes her.
As she throbs to climaxes in the bed in his apartment, she gives no thought to her two children by her marriage, she is interested only in sexual satisfaction. She is interested in a sexual gratification that her hard working, undersexed husband can't give her.
There are men who tell a woman "that they will eat her alive!," and do; who excite her more than her timid husband, who thinks that both cunnilingus and fellatio are "evil."
However, these men do not know that their mates perform fellatio and excited by a virile man performing cunnilingus in return, gasp, "That's the way I like it!"
The oversexed person has to be satisfied beyond his or her wildest dreams, and the only way this can be done is by someone just as wild as their wildest dreams.
Women who have married for love, find that without proper sex, love can become hate. Oversexed, they are driven to hurt the husband they hate.
When this writer was discharged from the service, I met such a woman, who was the wife of a best friend. She delighted in having sex with all his friends.
It was a way to get even with the man, who had caught VD in the service while unmarried. The VD had made him semi-impotent; and stupid as could be, he married a sex-bomb!
When she learned why Sir Husband was impotent, she struck back. This is an oversexed female's logic.
This same woman, upon having a fight with her husband would go out and "get laid" and tell him. The man suffered torment, and before they were divorced he tried to take his life twice.
To this day, the woman is still one-night-standing for any man who'll go to bed with her. She has never remarried. She has never had children.
"I am a barren woman, who has lived a barren life," she says, forgetting that she has had more lovers than Marie Antoinette.
The oversexed woman is a destroyer. She tears down, she never voluntarily builds anything.
A vicious oversexed woman discussing a property settlement with her bisexual husband, who had turned completely homosexual, screeched: "Don't touch me, you fairy!" at the top of her lungs in her attorney's office, so that all the other twelve attorneys and their secretaries could hear her.
The oversexed man or woman like to share themselves with others. They read erotic books, see erotic films, and they drink a lot.
"You can't change human nature," a big-busted blonde told a marriage counselor. "I need sex three times a day!" Her husband had accommodated her until his sex activity plus his job wrecked his health. While he was in a hospital ten days, his wife had sex with five of their close friends. One wife complained to him at the hospital. He got sicker.
His love poisoned by hate, he got out and shot his wife and a man he caught in bed with her. He got five years for this crime. The wife and lover recovered, drifted apart.
While he does time, the wife is making love to his former boss, his brother and his brother-in-law. This along with her affair with her own boss, seems to give her enough sex to keep her going.
The oversexed person will make love anywhere, every day; taxi-drivers don't look back so they can't see couples making love in the back seat on the way to the airport.
Men whose wives, have given them trouble with other men before, forgive and give them their twentieth chance.
One man, who worked with me, told me that he had caught his ex-wife in bed with five different men.
He forgave her, then finally caught her in a soixante-neuf with the manager of the apartment house they lived in. He filed for divorce and got custody of three children. Two years later, she remarried. That first year, her new husband caught her in a motel with a friend, stabbed them both. Neither died, but the man lost complete use of one arm and the wife had to have her right breast removed.
Over sexuality is only curable when an effort is made to try. There are only few cases that are cured, but the effort has to be made.
If it is a mental problem, the chances of correction are good, but if it is a physical thing, they are not. The nympho usually remains a nympho. The woman with "hot pants," brought on physically, has them all her life.
A 69-year-old sexy actress still has a bevy of young lovers who have sex with her. None of them are over thirty.
"She still likes to screw," one of them told me.
She has had four husbands, all deceased. She looks forty.
At her advanced age, a lover told me; "She gives the greatest fellatio I ever had!"
Sex is this woman's life, even though she is old now. She has the sexual physical desire. She has the "fire" and she needs the hose to put it out.
CHAPTER EIGHT
There is a great cunning about the oversexed. They cover their desires until they are able to put them into action. Many of them wear a cloak of respectability, that is so untarnished, that no one would dare dream of the wild erotic desires that are hidden beneath.
At twenty-one years of age, serious Maybelle C-was an honor student, a very plain woman, who had an amazingly well-formed figure. She kept to herself on the college campus.
Later, in the dean of women's office in the small town where the college was located, she told a story that rocked the foundations of the school.
"I have always affected modesty, but since I was fifteen years old, I have had an uncanny preoccupation with sex. At that time, I attended High School and had a crush on my English teacher, Norman H-. I was still a virgin," she explained.
"I played with myself a lot, until I discovered a retarded boy of seventeen, Elmer E-, in the block. He was a chronic masturbator. One day, I caught him in a garage. He was startled, out I was too interested in the very sight of his large rammer. I inspected it and urged him to have intercourse with me, I felt that my maidenhead was a liability rather than an asset. I helped him do it, although he was very reluctant. I had a rough time. His tool kept hammering at my barrier and finally it smashed through it, leaving a jagged gap that bled.
Elmer was very frightened, but I guided him. He was astonished by his act, but I swore him to secretly," she related.
After the first time, Maybelle had the young man frequently. "I told him that if he didn't let me do as I wanted, I would say that he had raped me. He let me feel him all over-Iris buttocks, his genitals. I had a voluptuous desire at that time, to try and do it from all positions. I guided the young man as if he were a puppet. In bed, all I thought of was intercourse. Great waves of lust engulfed me!" she admitted.
Maybelle's great passion made her liaison with the young man last for months. She used him wantonly.
"I liked having him suck my nipples, which made me quite passionate. I met another young lady, Carmen J-, who had the same abnormal desires as mine and she knew a lot about my teacher, Norman H-. She lived in the same neighborhood. One night, we stood by the bedroom window of Norman H-'s house, and as luck would have it, he was making love to his wife and there was a lamp lit in the room. It was about one a.m. We hid in the shadows. His wife's face was lovely, but her breasts were small and her backside was very mannish. He was up in her and she was moving with each poke. As I watched him do it to her, his staff joggling in and out, I felt actual pain for the want of him. He was quite deep in her. Suddenly she started to move her buttocks, her stomach, and I heard her moan and then say to him, 'Ohhh!' I hated her at this moment. I watched in awe as she gripped him and began to climax.
'She's coming!' breathed Carmen."
Maybelle related how Norman H-and his wife rested and then when he was aroused again, the girl heard him ask his wife to perform fellatio on him. "She refused," Maybelle recalled. Then the couple had normal intercourse and turned out the light, and Maybelle and Carmen left.
"But now, I had an urge to have Elmer lick my love-temple! He refused, but at the threat of exposure, he relented. When he made love to me on his knees, I discovered that I had a very sensitive spot and I guided him there. He kept begging me to let him put it in me, but I went on with this act. I climaxed so many times that I was exhausted," she admitted.
Maybelle would undress, throw her legs over Elmer's naked shoulders and grasp his head. "He got very good at it. He had a rapidity of oral movement that excited me. We used a garage and I used to scream as I climaxed. I got Elmer to bring over another boy he knew, who was retarded and his same age. I undressed the young man and found his organ to be a small one. I had intercourse with him. Somehow, I had the urge to perform my first act of fellatio, although I had never done it before Carmen had explained it to me. I did it to the young man as Elmer watched. The young man shook with a pleasure spasm as I finished him. It was an unexplainable feeling," Maybelle related.
Maybelle experimented with the two young men, "The new boy had a way of exciting my clitoris with his tongue, that drove me crazy!"
Maybelle was leaving the school late one night, when she topped to talk to the janitor, Willie T-.
He was about fifty.
"He was a plain-looking man, but in very good health. He was a widower," Maybelle explained. "I had a strange desire, and a lust swept over me as I talked to him. We went into the basement, I reached down and unzipped him, felt his penis and also his scrotum. His mouth flew open in surprise. Modesty had vanished and I felt like an animal. I began to manipulate him, and he kept crying about his job. It is the law of life that the male and the female seek out each other for sex. He was soon very erect and he said nothing and" let me; he was very nervous and constantly looked toward the door. Finally, I led him deeper in the basement and we did it standing up."
Carmen introduced Maybelle to another young man, a medical student, and Maybelle double dated with Carmen, who was dating a grocery clerk.
They drove to the beach and Maybelle saw the young man take Carmen to a cave on the beach. Maybelle urged her date to come with her and they both looked in the mouth of the cave and watched the young man make love to Carmen. It was very obvious, that Carmen had lost her virtue a long time before, and the young man had no trouble coupling with her. She heard Carmen moan, "I'm dying for it!"
The young man was entering, withdrawing and reentering Carmen's flesh with great force. Carmen was struggling and crying, "Let me get up!" but the young man held her down until his body jerked with a gush.
"We walked away quickly so that they wouldn't see us," Maybelle recalled. "It was very hot and uncomfortable. We walked to the edge of the beach, I kissed the young man and unzipped him, I reached in and grabbed him. 'Don't, don't,' he cried. I felt a spasm of delight as I imprisoned his organ!"
Maybelle recalled that his organ was "thinnish." She guided the young man, who to her surprise was a virgin.
"In five minutes, I had him under the pier with his trousers off, and in ten minutes, we were on the sand, wet as it was, my legs encircled around him as he pumped. When we finished, he told me that he would marry me and I laughed," she said.
The next year was a hunt for Maybelle, but she managed to have sex with six different young men.
"I had an erotic fancy still for Norman H-," she said.
She found a young man at school, Marvin W-, a short, dark-haired, sturdy fellow, who worked after school in the library, who was a friend of Norman H-, the teacher.
"I was seventeen by now," Maybelle said. "I started to go over to the teacher's house with Marvin on all pretenses. I saw his wife continually and was puzzled at what he saw in her. I had sexual dreams about him. I had dreams that I was mouthing him and performing fellatio. I had seen his thing that one time and knew its look and size. One day, he told us that his wife had gone East to visit her sick mother. We told him we were sorry and Marvin and I left. I walked a way with Marvin and then left him and doubled back to Norman H-'s house. He was surprised to see me. We sat down on the couch and I told him some ridiculous story but in a few minutes to his surprise, I had unzipped him and was holding him. He was shocked. 'This is absurd,' he said, "You're a student, I could lose my job."
"As we kissed, I had a mental image of him coupled with me, his thing squirting in me," Maybelle recalled.
As improbable as it seemed to the teacher, Maybelle started talking to him about intercourse. The teacher kept asking her to leave and Maybelle kept saying that she felt that he would like to do it with her, but that he was frightened by the risk. He kept talking about his wife. Maybelle kept kissing him. She had resolved already to have him. It seemed ridiculous that here was a man resisting sex with a young woman. Maybelle released him long enough to take off her orange panties. He was fretting and kept telling her to leave.
Soon, Maybelle had him on the couch and was kissing him again. Her skirt was up and she guided his hand to the inlet, that she wanted him to sail on. Her hand was moving to and fro, quicker and quicker. The teacher knew that he would soon get release.
Maybelle impaled herself on him, she heard him sigh as she closed her eyes, her mouth slightly open, as he let her move up and down.
In a few minutes, sighs of pleasure came from him. They continued until she felt a convulsive movement of his thighs and she knew that he had reached the end of her road.
After that, they rested until Maybelle roused him again. "This time, we went into the bedroom," she said. A series of meetings, all initiated by Maybelle, then started.
"At that time, the most exquisite feeling each time we were together was when we went to some place private and he entered me. He was no longer shy of me and was usually impatient to have sex with me. At Carmen's urging, I started borrowing money from him," Maybelle said.
Maybelle found great pleasure in having sex with the older man. She gorged herself on him. Each sexual crisis was a victory for her.
Norman began to worry and told her that he must stop seeing her. She laughed; she was now well acquainted with his sexual needs and how to arouse him. She ignored all his protests. She was eighteen at that time.
Norman H-told her that he had to go on a vacation with his wife. They met for a final rendezvous before his departure, in an apartment of a friend of Carmen's.
He told her that he would be gone three weeks.
"We were naked on the sofa and I just felt the urge, and I went down on him. He was sighing with the pleasure that I was giving him. I felt him wriggling and then his climax!"
Sex had created a tie between Maybelle and Norman. Their affair ended months later, when Norman was transferred 2000 miles away to another school. However, plain Maybelle had learned of her sexual power over older men.
From her girl friends, Maybelle had already determined that she was different from them sexually.
Most of them were not sexually aroused until after they had lost their virginity. Even after that many had the powers of resistance and had no sex with young men. Maybelle found that she was an aggressor.
Carmen, who was also oversexed, like Maybelle, referred to their womanhood as "the gates of pleasure!"
In college, it was Maybelle's destiny to meet the Dean, a 46-year-old man, widowed. She liked him. His name was Ben C-.
Maybelle was working part-time 'at a cafe off campus. She had already felt the owner's organ, and the day after she met the Dean she had sex with her boss, George, who was a Greek.
She asked him for a raise in salary, which he gave her.
"I worked George's doodle up and let him come twice, and that was that," she said.
She was also playing games with a young halfback on the football team, who had innocently driven her home late one night, and to his surprise, found that with no urging on his part, she exposed him, fondled him and orally brought him to a climax. He noticed that she got great pleasure out of the act.
Carmen took Maybelle to a degenerate party given by a businessman.
It started out formal, but then later in the evening, it degenerated into a wild orgy. Everyone talked of sex. Carmen and Maybelle went upstairs with a lovely young woman, Elizabeth, who was twenty-three. They entered a room and the two girls almost fainted, it was quite large and many couples were having intercourse in there. Elizabeth led them in and introduced Carmen to a nude man, "This is Freddy, he is a big man here!"
Carmen paired off with the young man.
Another naked man came over and Elizabeth laughed, "Here is the man to do you, Maybelle!" she laughed.
Maybelle drew away. "No, thank you!"
The man smiled and lifted her up. "I'll be damned if I don't!" He carried her to another room and raped her. The feeling of rape was new to her and she fought him, enjoying it after a while. After their third coupling, she proceeded to serve as a fellatrix on him.
"Another man came in," she recalled," and while I was doing this, he elevated my body, so that he entered me. I had never made love to two men at a time in this manner before."
During this mad session, Maybelle said that she experienced a great many lewd desires and at the end, she felt sexually satisfied.
The next day, Carmen and Maybelle compared notes.
Elizabeth introduced Maybelle to a young man from a wealthy family, Ernest R-. He was shy and timid.
"He kept talking, but when we were together I had an overwhelming desire to feel his manhood. I went to a party with him, Carmen was with another man. We all ended up in one bedroom very drunk. Carmen was easy and the man was on top of her in no time. I pulled off Ernest's pants, felt for his thingamajig and grasped it. I made it stiff as a horn. Carmen was wild with love making and I was excited, I told Ernest, 'Let's do it!' He said nothing, he was very drunk. The next instant, I had him in me," she said.
Maybelle became good friends with Elizabeth, an extremely wanton woman, who told Maybelle of having had three men have her one after the other.
Elizabeth, Carmen and Maybelle found a similarity in each other and began to become good friends. Ernest had become unusually attracted to Maybelle, who had had him and was not interested in him any more.
On campus, Maybelle was considered a quiet, plain young lady. There was no way to detect her past or her extreme oversexiness.
Elizabeth introduced Maybelle to another girl, Kathy, an interior decorator, age twenty-eight, who was also oversexed. At one wild party, Kathy had sex with twelve different men.
Kathy was short, plump, but had big breasts. Her hair was red and she had green eyes.
One night when George was out; Maybelle was very passionate. She went into the kitchen, where Harry T-, a 55-year-old cook, worked.
"I seduced him; I had trouble making him get it up, but after oral stimulation, I finally had him in the women's restroom," she said.
During this period, she was in constant sexual heat, she recalls. "One night, I went to a movie by myself. I was hot! I unzipped the pants of the man seated next to me, covered him with my coat and masturbated him. When I had finished, I changed seats. He got the message and stood where he was. I went for a walk, and cutting through a park, was accosted by two young men. To their surprise, I asked them if I could see their tools. They agreed. We went behind the bushes and I performed fellatio on both of them. They asked me for intercourse, but I was scared that the park was too open and we'd get caught by the police."
By now, Maybelle thought of sex continually. But things changed. Carmen got pregnant, and the man who did it married her. Elizabeth went to Europe to stay a year. Maybelle was alone again.
Maybelle recalls that during this period, one night she got in a cab, telling the driver that she liked the front seat. As they drove home, Maybelle unzipped him, handled him, caused him to ejaculate.
"It got all over his trousers," she laughed.
She felt no personal affection or desire for the man. "I just wanted to do what I did," she recalls.
One night, the apartment manager's son came in to borrow a book. He was eighteen and Maybelle locked the door after him. The young man was surprised.
"I'd like to see your thing!" Maybelle said.
The young man was aghast, and stood there as Maybelle unzipped him and reached for his manhood.
"It seemed natural for me to do this, and not lustful, and in a few minutes, we were both naked and having sex on the bed," she admitted.
Maybelle had managed to keep all her activities away from the college campus. She found a bachelor, thirty-five, who had a bookstore near the campus. They started dating. One night at his home, she was talking to him about books. She was fully dressed.
She excused herself, and in ten minutes returned completely nude. She looked at the man.
"Do it to me!" she said.
To her surprise and delight, the man, Vaughn, turned out to be a sadomasochist who liked to spank her, and liked to have her sexually in weird positions. The spanking seemed to add to her pleasure. This relationship continued for two months.
Lots of things about Vaughn annoyed her, most of all the fact that he had reached the state where he wanted to bruise her. Maybelle was proud of he dual life, and because bruises would bring questions, broke off with Vaughn.
He took it badly, but she ignored it. That was life, she felt.
During this period, Maybelle bumped into the Dean a lot on campus.
"I liked him and to my delight, I started having erotic dreams about him. I remembered my relationship with Norman, and I was sure that the Dean and I would be bedmates soon," she said.
She went to a lot of parties.
"At most parties, the best thing to watch was the deflowering of a virgin. At the parties, sex was very open and I saw many people make love. I saw many girls lose their hymens." she said matter-of-factly.
During this era, she seduced a delivery boy, an usher in a theater, and at a laundromat, she was invited to coffee by a lonesome man, whose wife had left him. After coffee, Maybelle went to his apartment with him for "a drink."
"We ended up in a 69," she said. "After that, we had sex for two more times; the third time, my thing tightened around his, and I felt weary sighs escape him. I moved to drag every last drop out of him!"
The man liked her, but Maybelle ignored him and refused his requests for dates.
"I was not interested in him, I had had him sexually and that was all I wanted of him. He got the message," she explained.
During all this time, Maybelle continued her studies. She did not think she was abnormal. She lived her life as she pleased. When she didn't have sex she was very discontented, she admitted.
She was walking in the park one night and spied a man relieving himself. She tiptoed up behind him and almost scared the life out of him, as she grabbed his stander.
She fondled it, and the man just stood there in a daze. This had never happened to him in his life.
"I had a strange feeling, that I just wanted to feel him ejaculate, so I fondled him until he did, then I let him go and left. He just looked after me, like I was crazy," she said. "However, when he had climaxed, I climaxed too. It was odd, but that was the way I had become!"
She met a bellboy from a nearby hotel at the market. He was very small and his name was Harry. She went over to visit him. They had some drinks and to her delight, he had a large organ.
"I climaxed seven times with him," she said, "He sent over two friends, I had sex with both of them in one night. After they had gone, I realized that I did not even know their last names!"
Because of her fear of pregnancy, Maybelle took The Pill.
Her parents urged her to find a nice boy and marry. They had no idea that she was so oversexed, or the amount of sexual activity that she had experienced.
During this period, other coeds asked her if she was interested in having someone live with her. She said no.
At the cafe, she met a 28-year-old baker, Carl P-, who liked her. She started dating him.
"I realized that this was different, and if I played it straight that he would marry me. He was the type of a man who believed that a woman should belong to one man. He also believed in sex after marriage only. I used to want to unbutton him and feel it, but I controlled myself. Sometimes I got the desire to kiss it and take it in my mouth. I never even saw his thing," Maybelle said.
She dated Carl and it became serious. She had another serious problem, she had hot pants. She had to have sex.
"I was playing with myself like crazy," she said, "I had no outlet!"
She started talking to the Dean in the cafeteria on campus during lunch.
"I started making myself up for some reason," she said, "I never used makeup before. Carl didn't like it. He liked me because I was plain."
But the Dean liked it. One night, it rained and Maybelle managed to be in the vicinity of the Dean's home.
"I knocked on the door," she recalled, "I was sopping wet. I told him that I was miles from home. He invited me in. I got out of my wet clothes and he gave me some pajamas. I was very happy to see that he lived alone."
"We sat on the cough, he was watching TV. I just reached over and unbuttoned him and took it out. He was agitated. I was too expert now, I got him in a state of erection in no time," she said.
She mouthed him.
"He was almost snorting as I did it!" she said. "He was built very big and I enjoyed the fullness in my mouth. I took off the pajama-top so that he could get to my breasts. He just kept saying, 'Don't, don't!' but finally he started feeling them. It made me hotter!"
"I was determined to have all his love juices. I felt him and I knew that it had been a long time for him," she said.
"I felt his hand enter my pajamas and then go between my thighs, his forefinger had found a tender spot. I shuddered, still orally loving him. I felt as if I was glowing!"
Maybelle feels that at that moment she was filled with more lust than ever in her life. This man was a prominent man, a pillar of the community, she was taking advantage of him.
"I didn't care," she said. "I know that every man has a sexual beast in him and I knew that he wanted to do it to me."
"He took the pajama bottoms off when we were in bed together," Maybelle continued. "He was tall and thin, and he spread my legs wide so that he could get all of his sex in. I was so hot I thought I'd die!" she said, "We kissed and kissed and I felt him enter my tube. I felt exquisite delight. No movement of mine could dislodge him. It was wild!"
Maybelle soon learned that the Dean liked her skill as a fellatrix, and at each meeting in the future, he had her repeat her activities.
Maybelle had many sexual rendezvous with the Dean, but she still dated Carl, and because of "an increased sexual desire," had sex with two to three other man per week. The men were usually pickups.
"I never got too close with them," she said. "Maybe I might lay the same guy two or three times, but no more."
"Sex with the Dean was an internal agony, that we settled together. He did it to me every way he could think of!" she said.
Soon he was performing cunnilingus on her.
"One night, the way I was attired excited Carl, and I saw that he was aroused. I fought my desire to no avail, and that night in his car, I unbuttoned him and handled his spender. It was so big, I wanted to go down on him. But I controlled myself to the point of just playing with him until he erupted. He was furious, but he forgave me," Maybelle explained.
"I was naked and the Dean was between my legs, holding my thighs tightly as he made oral love to me. He seemed to know where I got the most pleasure. He did it increasingly slow," she related.
"Suddenly I heard the door splinter off its hinges, and there was Carl with a gun in his hand! I had been enjoying the sensual treat of the Dean's lovemaking, but now I screamed in terror!"
Carl shot Maybelle twice in the shoulder, a third shot went through the Dean's back and punctured a lung. Both were hospitalized.
Carl was found guilty of assault with a deadly weapon, also intent to commit murder. He is still in prison.
Maybelle sought medical help.
"So far," she complains, "It hasn't helped!"
CHAPTER NINE
Life is a contest. Every day, men and women compete for each other's attention, each other's bodies, each other's love. Just how many mis-mated people there are we will never know, but there are plenty.
Motels are filled with adulterous couples, day and night, who are not married to each other, but to a work worn woman, who is at home with the kids, or a man, who looks twice his age, and holds down two jobs, infidelity is part of our daily life.
A motel owner told me: "I have one place that I rent out five times day. They come in, screw, kiss a while, get dressed and drive off in different cars. They have wedding rings on, but you know damn well that the woman is not his wife, and the man is not her husband."
He grinned. "The walls are paper-thin and we can hear the beds screeching and a woman crying out loud as she climaxes, or a man moaning, and you can visualize what the woman is doing to him. Matrimony is sort of a joke. I know women, who are in bed more with their lovers than they are with their husbands. That's the way it is!"
Another man told me: "I was at a party and this man was very insecure. I realized that he knew that his big-titted wife was making a play for me.
"I tried to be a gentleman and ducked her at the party," he continued, "but her husband got so drunk he passed out. We were both high and she got me into a bedroom. I'd like to say that I told her to forget it, but she stripped and I saw that she had a helluva body! Before I could move, she unzipped me and she had me, I could feel the suction down to my toes. She liked doing it. Her husband, she told me, never let her. He also never did her, and she liked that too."
He paused. "We screwed and did almost everything for two hours. It was wild! I'm divorced and highly sexed. My ex-wife was a cold fish. I wanted to give it to this babe in the buttocks, but she drew the line. I got her phone number. I've told myself, that I won't call her because she's married, but I will, because I have a desire to do it to her in that fanny. You get that way. I know her husband never did it to her that way either."
He continued: "We went downstairs satisfied, and a half hour later, this loser wakes up and starts holding her hand. He kisses her cheek and nibbles at her ear and I'm thinking, 'Boy, are you a flake, I just had your wife three different ways!' But I don't say anything, because that's the way it is. She won't tell him, and none of the people at the party will either, because they are playing around too. That's the way it is.
"I dream about her butt and I know that I'll get her that way, because she made it clear that she'd go that way, but later, so later it will be."
People are getting divorced today more than ever before. One of the reasons is that the modern man is no longer accepting the domination of the American woman.
"They all have the same thing between their legs," a young man said, 'so you straighten out your thinking and look for character, cooking ability, habits, intelligence."
If a person is oversexed, it shows up with desertion, personality conflicts and mental cruelty.
An oversexed 49-year-old man with a 29-year-old wife explained that he has daily erections and needs sex daily, and that was why he married a woman that much younger than he.
"To my surprise, she only wanted it every week or so; it made it rough on me, I had to get lots of outside stuff, and the more I got, the less important she became to me," he said.
The castration of the American male, undersexed, oversexed or normal, is nothing new. American women have used sex as a weapon and they spoon-feed it to their husbands.
One woman said: "If he feels that he can get it anytime he taps me on the shoulder, I feel he'll get spoiled!"
This domestic dictator later got a surprise, when she found out that her husband had a young woman stashed away in an apartment, who "put out when he asked."
These women don't want marriage, they are as oversexed as the man, they want physical love.
The man who is dominated, and who asserts himself, is usually "legally raping his wife," as she really doesn't want sex.
When a man makes a good living, he hates facing an unhappy sex life, especially when he is oversexed. But he usually does.
A therapist told me: "It's usually these men who marry the undersexed women."
Paul G-, who was treated by the afore-named therapist, told him that his wife was a beautiful 30-year-old woman, but a constant nagger. "I disliked her so much that we usually had a bad time of sex. I hated her so much that I had trouble getting an erection!"
That is quite a feat for a man who is oversexed.
Paul, because of the nagging and the negative effect that his wife had on him, usually crawled into bed with a 40-year-old divorcee, Marianne, who was "an expert at fellatio and loved to get laid."
"You can outgrow a woman sexually," Paul told his therapist.
Paul feels that sex is a responsibility. "Even if a man is obviously oversexed, it is the woman whom he has married, who has the duty to sexually satisfy him."
"That's what the term 'loving wife,' means," said Paul. Marianne was not enough, either, to completely satisfy him. "She's a big woman and she knows how to control her orgasms, but after I'm done with her in ten minutes, I'm ready for another woman!"
Paul had dreams that he found an ideal woman, who soaked up sex like a sponge. It was just a dream, however.
Men, especially oversexed men, think about sex, more than do oversexed women. Men are more emotional.
Many women say that the man is never dominated by a woman unless she appeals to his neurotic needs. Many men do not agree with this.
Women, especially the modem working woman, push a man to see how far he will allow himself to be pushed. They usually don't stop until he has found another woman and comes to them for a divorce.
Then they want the man, not the divorce, but it is too late, because the so-called "other woman" offers him a "much better life."
One woman, a 34-year-old secretary, very attractive, said: "Men use women as an intellectual and sexual doormat! I know a secretary in this building, that has sex with her boss three times a week in his office. He leads a dual life; at home, he has a cold wife, who has borne him three children. Sometime or other, he had gotten up the nerve to have sex with her, otherwise there would be no children."
The modern woman is sexually intolerant too.
A marriage counselor told me: "A young woman, in her early thirty's, feels that she should have a climax every time she has sex. If she doesn't, she gets very bitchy."
A very attractive 29-year-old fashion designer, who married a man fourteen years her senior, will not admit that she is oversexed, although her doctor and psychiatrist have told her so.
"I feel that I just have outgrown my husband sexually. I think that he resents the fact, that one climax a night is not enough for me, I am a large woman and I am very sexy. He talks about his masculinity, but he won't do some of the sexy erotic things that other men do to satisfy their wives."
The sexy "erotic things," she explained, were sodomy and cunnilingus.
The immobility of doing erotic acts is not with the women or men alone. Upon being interviewed by sex researchers many men and women informed the questioners, that they would not perform sodomy or allow it to be performed. Men stated that they would not perform cunnilingus and women informed them, that they never had and never would perform fellatio. They would rather let their unsatisfied mate remain sexually unsatisfied.
Lack of sexual communication and sexual elasticity dries up many marriages. Many women complain of their husbands being "too' sexually aggressive," and the same for husbands: "my wife wants it too much!" They don't realize that they are married to an oversexed person, who is not oversexed on purpose.
A therapist said: "It just happens!"
Sociologists say, the oversexed person feels that whomever they are making love with, has the same drives as them. That is why they force their love partner to go on and on, not realizing that he or she is drained.
The "hangup" for the oversexed married person is just that-they are married and oversexed, and one loving mate is not enough.
An Irishman, 45, oversexed, in one day laid his secretary, 23, in the office; went to lunch, then to a house of prostitution with a friend, where he had intercourse with two girls and had "a special French treatment" from another. He returned to his office, propositioned a new little girl in the steno pool, then went home. His wife was away, so he had dinner, then had sex with his children's governess, a well-stacked 35-year-old Englishwoman. Then his wife came home at one a.m. and they had sex until four a.m.
The modem American woman places too much of an emphasis on materialism. As Colette, the French authoress, said: "American women try to squeeze sex in between their other activities. I very seldom saw an American woman sit still for ten minutes in a row!"
It is interesting to note that over 400,000 women got divorced last year.
The oversexed divorcee has a problem if she is near middle age, the men in her age group, are looking for women, twenty years younger than her, who can still have children.
A 29-year-old businessman dated a divorcee who took him to bed immediately; they had sex for six weeks, and to his surprise, she never climaxed.
She told him that she had two children and had only climaxed three times during her 15-year marriage, but she had an insatiable desire for sex all the time.
Their relationship became unusual. They were continually having sex. He had the aim of making her climax.
She found that she got aroused at his invasion and that she built to a peak but never climaxed.
This became unbearable after a time for him, but he was determined to conquer her.
One night, they were very drunk and as she disrobed, he engulfed one spiked nipple with his mouth. He was erect. She went to the bed and made herself ready. He shook his head. "No!" he said.
"Please, I'm hot!" she begged.
"What's the use?" he asked," You don't climax'."
He finally let her get on top and they had sex. He got up when they were done. Like always she did not climax. There was a knock at the door. To her surprise, another woman was there. He introduced them and the woman disrobed.
He laughed as the woman went over to the bed. Her name was Dorothy.
Dorothy practiced what she preached.
Oversexed, she admitted that she could have sex with anyone. She just enjoyed the act.
"Whom I do it with is secondary," she admitted.
She admitted that she had had exciting sex with women at one time, but she had dropped it and returned to men.
"Occasionally, I will let a butch have me, but I have to know them well," she told the divorcee.
Dorothy liked sodomy and talked a lot about it.
"I don't see why people are so prudish, they run around in mini-dresses and show everything they've got, and then they act like vestal virgins. It's a joke! I know so many women who are oversexed and 'hot' all the time and need it, but they stay home and play with themselves. Not me, I like something big and heavy and I know how to handle it!"
The erotic conversation aroused the divorcee.
It was obvious to these women that there were a lot of oversexed and under loved people, especially among matrons.
"Some of them get so hot, that they are wet all the time!" Dorothy said.
"I like a full front!" she giggled.
It was apparent that Dorothy, who was a cosmetologist, was also oversexed. As the sex bout continued, she climaxed, again and again.
The divorcee was wild. She told her lover she wanted sex again. He pushed her away.
Dorothy encouraged her to perform fellatio on him, while she watched. The divorcee was wild with passion. When the man had climaxed, Dorothy brought the woman over to her and urged her to suck her breasts.
"I couldn't," the woman said.
Dorothy laughed as she shoved one large breast toward her mouth. "Try!" she asked.
The woman recalled that it was an odd experience. She had never touched a woman before. Her sucking excited the other woman, and suddenly she felt the man's hands on her buttocks and without warning, he entered her.
She sucked harder on Dorothy as the man gave it to her. It was very wild, and suddenly she climaxed. It was a physical shock and as the three sat talking, Dorothy explained that the au trois and the man-woman-woman linkage had done it.
The women climaxes now, but does her sex au trois. "Who's to say how wrong it is?" she says. "I get satisfaction"
A case worker in California, was assigned an 18-year-old girl as a rehab case. The girl, attractive but chunky, told a story, that rivals any purple passion in any book.
Her life had been fairly normal up until she was seventeen. She came from a good family, that had lived back East and come to California. Her father made a nice living, her sister was happily married, her younger brother was well adjusted and an athlete.
She became friends with a boyish but attractive young 17-year-old girl named Rita T-, who also came from a good family.
One day they were talking and Rita told the girl, Frances P-, that she wanted her to go to dinner with her and a very nice man, older than they.
The man, it turned out, was a 44-year-old businessman, Jerry W-. After dinner, they went to his apartment, where Rita explained to Frances that Jerry had had sex with her and given her gifts. She knew that Frances was a virgin and had told Jerry. Jerry wanted to have sex with Frances while Rita watched. Frances refused. They left.
Two weeks later, Rita called Frances again. They went out together. Rita introduced Frances to marijuana and they went to Jerry's house.
Jerry took her virginity and gave both girls $35 each. The next week, they had another session with Jerry having Frances. Jerry told Frances, that he would give her $50 if Frances would perform cunnilingus on Rita while he was having sex with her.
Frances refused.
A week later, Frances was in bed with Jerry and Rita, and with subtle encouragement she found herself orally making love to Rita while Rita made love to her while Jerry watched.
After that, she was introduced to LSD.
A week later, Jerry introduced the girls to two other women, Billie L-, 25, a very beautiful model, and Lenore K-, 27. The four became fast friends.
In two weeks, Rita and Frances were on heroin. Billie seduced Frances and in a week, all four women were having sexual activity with each other.
Billie and Lenore started giving the two girls money. The girls learned that both Billie and Lenore had been married to bi-sexual men, they had been arrested in the East, sent to the same prison, here their lesbian activities with each other flowered.
They were both paroled and came to California.
Rita was arrested on her eighteenth birthday for selling marijuana; she was sent to a penal authority. Frances found that the two women had dedicated themselves to her.
Lenore introduced Frances to abnormal sex by having her with a dildo. The three women performed all types of lesbian activity.
"I was very handy, I guess," she admits.
Lenore died of an overdose of H, and Billie was sent back to prison for addiction and other activities.
"I was alone," she said.
She kicked the habit and started dating men.
One man, a handsome young lawyer, had her eight times. She became pregnant and he was going to marry her, when he found out about all the lesbian activity. Her refused to marry her, and paid for the birth of the baby, which she adopted out.
"After the baby, I was hotter than ever! I was bitter toward men and women both. On night, I was at a party, I took methodrine. You take it by needle, and I got on it. I got in with a wild crowd. They got me a job, I moved away from my family," she said, "In three weeks, I was participating in screaming orgies, I had sex with both men and women. I found that I was leaning toward women more, because of the lack of fear of pregnancy." However, the group added spice to the festivities and introduced a Hindu girl, who was "fantastic at loving a woman," and a Negro girl from the Barbados, who "was a great lesbian."
Frances' relations with men diminished, and in no time, she moved in with a "flat-chested girl, Nicole." They had sex nightly. Nicole introduced Frances to all sorts of new French lesbian techniques.
A month later, Frances was back on H.
A week later, Frances participated in her first "daisy chain," that consisted of four men and four women. "We did things, that I had never thought of," she said.
She was duly arrested, given the cure, put on probation.
"In time, I hope to be normal, but I don't like the feelings that I get when I am alone, I know that I could go back to women and dope, I'm one of those people, who don't know what they want. I make a mess of everything!"
Authorities are trying to help Frances.
She feels that they are "taking a chance on her." She feels "I'm a bad risk."
Frances is typical of the young woman who gets involved in sex problems at an early age.
Another girl, Helene J-, 18, is pregnant. She has two children from her marriage at thirteen. They are aged two and five years. She doesn't know who is the father of the baby that she is carrying.
"I like sex, and I had relations with five different guys that month," she said. "It could be any one of them."
She wants to keep her baby. "What's the difference?" she shrugs.
She doesn't take it seriously. "I plan to marry another guy, but I think it's all talk. What does he want me and all the kids for. I think he's just around for sex."
"It isn't that I've been burned, men just think I'm smarter than I am. They want to have sex, laughs and no involvement. Every time a man touches me and I feel that he is aroused, I want it! I live for sex! When a man is inside me, I feel wanted. I know I am different from other women," she explained, "I don't kid myself. I don't want help. Someday, I figure everything will straighten out."
"Love?" she laughed, "I don't know what love is, but it isn't screwing! You just can't be in love with that many people!"
CHAPTER TEN
There are men who know their basic responsibilities to society, who fight a constant battle with being oversexed. They are oversexed in different ways. Some are flaming homosexuals, some are men, who have an almost insatiable sex desire, some are men, who have a weird sexual fetish, that they have to satisfy.
Each case is different.
Wallace R-is an admitted homosexual. He comes from a very rich family, that has exiled him to a city far from the large factory, that bears the family name and its many holdings. He is a black sheep. He is sent a weekly check. Each week, the family prays that he won't be arrested and "make" the papers.
At twenty-six, he is a handsome young man with very feminine gestures. He has taken therapy trying to get help. There has been no success. He meets young men in public toilets and they go into stalls and commit an immoral act.
He has fought it for five years. Prior to that, he was still homosexual, but his sexual acts were done behind closed doors.
He told a therapist, "I was eighteen when I first had sex with another male. He suggested it. We were in a college together and were roommates. We had a bed, a double bed, one night, it was quite obvious that he was very nervous."
They watched TV and then went to bed as usual.
They both wore pajamas.
"It was very dark and suddenly I felt Roy's hand on me," Wallace said, "He was fondling me. I was shocked, I started trembling and I wanted to ask him to stop. He whispered in my ear, 'You're getting excited and you're getting aroused.' He moved his hand and felt my scrotum and then moved it back and then up and down. I said, 'Don't,' but he didn't stop. Then he moved his hand and squeezed my scrotum. I felt strange. It was very different and daring. He took my hand and made me feel him, he was aroused too. His name was Clyde. He excited me more and then I felt him move. I was very aroused and I shuddered when I felt his mouth on me. 'Please,' I begged, 'I'm no queer, don't!' "
Wallace stopped, then continued: "I felt his tongue. It was awesome. I felt pleasure, but didn't want to admit it. I was shaking with sexual excitement. He seemed very skilled at this act for his age. I was sure that he had done this many times before. I grasped his hair and tried to pull him away. I couldn't. He seemed to be enjoying it. It was lust. Man for man lust! I let him finish me."
Wallace says that he started to cry after that. He felt that he was a queer. He had sex a year before with a girl. She was a non-virgin. It had been a terrible thing. He had not satisfied her and had climaxed all over her thighs when she tossed and he lost his fusion.
"The act with Clyde felt like the act with the girl, but I knew it was not normal," Wallace explained.
He wanted to get a new roommate, but he couldn't bring himself to move and give any reason. Other than this one activity, Clyde was a nice guy. He thought that Clyde would leave him alone and not try anything again.
Two weeks passed and nothing untoward occurred.
Then one night, Clyde came to the room with a bottle of Scotch and mixer. The two boys started drinking.
"We got very drunk," Wallace recalled, "I remember hazily being in bed with Clyde and then feeling him take my pajama bottoms off. I remember fuzzily, that his were off too. I remember that I was dizzily seated on the bed and he seemed to be on his knees and then I felt him move forward and make contact with me. I shuddered and said, 'No, No, I don't want to!' I felt his lips."
Clyde had his way and the two drunken young men got in bed. Clyde had talked Wallace into sleeping nude.
"I was very sensitive, and as drunk as I was I felt him feel me again. I was wild with passion and ready. He was gripping me again and dazedly, I heard him say, 'What the hell, we've done it twice,' I felt him between my thighs again. Then I felt something else, he was at an angle, where his instrument was near my face and I heard him talking to me, 'Do it to me too, now!' I was frightened. I couldn't. 'Kiss it then,' he said. I kissed it, that was all."
Wallace was troubled for days about his act, but he never mentioned it to anyone.
After that, Clyde asked Wallace to perform on him, Wallace refused. A month passed, one night, Wallace went to a party with Clyde.
"There were men and women there. I really didn't notice that the host and two other men were homosexuals. We drank, although the host knew that we were underage. I got very drunk again. I passed out. When I awoke, I was in bed with the host and Clyde. We were all nude. My hands were tied behind my back. Clyde performed fellatio on me while the host, Julian J-, who was forty, watched. Then Julian started feeling my rectum. Later, I got the idea when I was turned over on my stomach. I hard Julian say, 'Hold him.' Clyde obeyed. I felt Julian enter me from behind, I was in great pain. I felt his hand at my scrotum then at the stem. I was in agony. This man was a perverted queer. He kept saying, 'What's the matter, Wally, you'll get to like it!' He was fondling me all the time. I got erect and I heard him say, 'That's the boy!' "
Julian had his crisis. Then Clyde orally aroused Julian and made him complete again.
"I heard Julian arguing with Clyde and saying. 'That's your problem,' I was still tied. I felt myself being lifted off the bed and placed on my knees, Clyde was standing. To my terror, he held a knife and I felt its blade at my throat. 'Kiss it,' he commanded, 'or I'll cut your throat. I mean it!' I obeyed and then it filled my mouth."
Wallace made up an excuse and traded roommates.
"My new roommate, Carl R-, was straight. In the meantime, I thought about the acts, that I had done. Nothing happened for a year, I was nineteen and I was dating a very beautiful girl, Alice, who was the same age. We liked each other and one night, in her home, I stripped her naked. I suckled her breasts. I kissed her. Her eyes were excited. She wanted me to do it to her, but I was limp. I tried for an hour. I looked at her, she was a fleshy girl with two big red tipped breasts. Her behind was very white and round. She was very disappointed, she was a virgin and she liked me so much that she decided that I was to be the first."
Alice and Wallace dated for a while and nothing happened. They liked being together, but Wallace did nothing and Alice was waiting for him to make the move.
"I could have had her any time, but I was very unsure," he recalled.
Alice became interested in another young man and stopped seeing Wallace. He met another young lady, Carmel K-. He was now twenty.
Nothing happened with Carmel. She invited Wallace to her home. Her family were very rich.
He expected no trouble.
There was an older man, Kenneth L-, 45, who was also a guest. He was a friend of Carmel's father.
"I don't know how he sensed it, but when we were at the dinner table, he unzipped me and handled me. I didn't do anything, I just let him. I saw his face when I became erect, he smiled. He stopped, zipped me up. None at the dinner table was aware of anything," Wallace explained.
That night, the man came to Wallace's bedroom.
"He was very excited, he took off his robe and then his nightgown. He was erect. He seemed very feminine, much more than I had ever noticed. My lamp was on and I saw that he was very fair, white. His organ was too, but red tipped."
Wallace claims he struggled but finally let the man fellate him. After that, they lay in bed together. Wallace was working his way through college. Money was very important to him.
"The man started to breathe hard and asked me to perform sodomy on him. I said, 'No!' He kept insisting and I kept refusing, 'Let's be sensible,' he said, 'I'm very wealthy, I'll give you $100 as a present. It will be a special favor!' "
Wallace refused again, and the man got up and said goodnight.
The next night, Wallace explained, he thought it would be adventure. He recalled himself being sodomized and he wondered when it would be like to do it to another male. They went to a motel.
"I was very nervous, but he was very cooperative and very feminine. He pranced around like a woman. He made oral love to me to arouse me and later, I entered him. We were together for quite a while. His bottom was quite agitated. He kept uttering obscene remarks in between his gasping. He kept talking about hot sausage. I was amused at him, I felt sort of delighted. This man was a powerful executive and he was acting like some common streetwalker having sex. He kept saying, 'Oh, oh, I'm com-i-ng!" He didn't but then he began to spew a lot of obscenities and I realized that he was going too. I told him to shut up. He did and he quivered to completion. I felt repulsive. He left and I didn't fall asleep for a long while remembering the act."
Wallace started dating women again.
He remarked that he successfully got aroused and let a woman, he met at a party, a 37-year-old widow, Cecilia Y-fellate him.
"It was very normal, she climaxed while doing it, so there was no need to have regular coitus," he said.
Wallace felt that he was normal. He was now twenty-one and took a job with a steamship company as a purser. He fell in love with another man, Roy J-, an officer on the ship. Roy was an experienced homosexual.
"I was in love," Wallace said, "I gave myself to him like a girl. I willingly let him sodomize me, and I performed orally on him. He never reciprocated."
The relationship with Roy lasted six months.
Roy jilted Wallace. On a trip, Wallace had shore leave in Morocco.
"I originally started out looking for a woman. Then I met this very feminine boy. He seemed to want me to go with him, I shoved him away. I raced away, I raced up an alley. He followed me. He was very strong for his slightness, I felt him grab at me, when his hand made contact, I got aroused. He unzipped me. I was very ready. He handled me. I whispered, 'Not here!' We went to a room."
The recitation of his homosexual activities was quite difficult for Wallace as it is for all homosexuals. They realize that their life is not the norm and they realize that the person that they are telling their story to is sympathetic, but still 'straight."
There followed a period of masturbation. Wallace became a 'solo."
While he was bringing himself to his own climaxes, Wally liked the idea of being called a bachelor. Unsuspecting mothers thought he would make a good husband for their daughters.
Wallace found that he was still attracted to men, but he realized that he could remain "neutral," what he feared was being coaxed into a return to homosexuality.
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Men appealed to Wallace and he admitted that men that he met on ships appealed greatly to him and some had even aroused him to erection when he saw them in bath trunks at the pool on the ship. He was frightened to ever approach one. "I knew if I approached the wrong men, they could get angry and report me to the captain. The line had a dim view of homos."
"It happens in strange ways," Wallace said, "I was on this ship and I went to the men's room. I was at the urinal and I felt this hand touch me. It gripped me, I looked up and I saw this young man. I was erect instantly. 'I thought so,' he laughed. We went into a stall. I did him first and then he got on his knees. I felt at first as if I were going to get sick, but I didn't. After that, we went to his cabin and we sodomized. I could tell when he was getting it by the jogging of his backside. We took turns doing each other. One night, we left a light on and the first mate saw us through the porthole. We were both fired. I ended up in New York."
Wallace then went into the gay world of Greenwich Village. He fell in love with a handsome 23-year-old dancer, Harlow R-.
They lived together. Harlow was a bi-sexual and one day, surprised Wallace and married a bi-sexual woman, Maria R-.
"They were making it," he explained. "You have to be broadminded."
Wallace's self-analysis bothered him. He was a "fag," he knew he would never have a wife. He would never have children. It was unnatural and didn't seem right to him.
He decided to fight it. He went to a psychiatrist. After several visits, he stopped going. It was too expensive and he felt now that he could "handle himself."
However, Wallace found that he had "thoughts of men" and "dreams of women trying to seduce me and men pulling me away." He also had dreams of being sodomized and sodomizing other men.
He also had "wet dreams," climaxing in his sleep. It troubled him greatly.
He found another man, Frank H-, and they made love together, when they "broke up," in anger, Wallace found a woman, to his surprise, he was able to have normal coitus with her and bring her to orgasm. Her name was Monica and she was ten years older than he. He attached himself to her and was very happy.
He had sex with her and everything was beautiful.
"I was at this party," he said, "with Monica. I went into a bedroom with a headache, to lie down. I picked the wrong one. This thin blond man had his pants and shorts pulled down and this big bull of a man was 'doing him.' I could see the big man's persuader. It excited me. I was fascinated and just stood there and watched. When he was finished, the big man saw that I was aroused. He told the blond man, that I was going to do him. The blond man started sobbing, 'No more, I can't take another one.' He was on his knees, the other man unzipped me and when I was exposed, the blond man looked wild-eyed. 'Give it to him!' the big man said. The blond man was on his knees, I let him.
"I was back into it again. I became very good friends with the big man, Harry T-, who was married and had children. He was a 'closet queen,' but he liked his men. He took me to 'poke houses,' where men paid to have sex with feminine men. These men have figures like women, their hips are round and full. Their faces are very beautiful. Harry and I both had sex with one, a male prostitute named 'Fifi,' who was an expert at fellatio, many were sodomites. I realized that I was unstable and that all the acts that we performed were abnormal, but I couldn't keep away from Harry."
One party that Harry took Wallace to, was a meeting of lesbians and abnormal males.
"I performed cunnilingus on a woman named Alma, who did the same to another woman, Carlotta, who performed fellatio on Harry. There were all sorts of tricky combinations between the lezs and the fairies. It was as if we all had forgotten all the rest of the world. I was sure that I wasn't right, but I participated," Wallace said.
Wallace finally kept "away" from Harry in order to "discipline himself."
He met another woman, Alexandria, older than he. He was all right. He had sex with her. To his surprise, Wallace came home and found Alexandria in bed with a girl from the office, Rona W-, a beautiful redhead.
Later, Alexandria admitted that she was a lesbian "fighting it." Her fight was as episodic as Wallace's and her defeats as many. They decided to live together and Wallace contacted Harry. Harry, Rona, Alexandria and Wallace had wild orgies. Woman, woman, man, man, woman, man, man, woman. They worked out all sorts of patterns.
In one foray after a party, Wallace had sex with a society girl named Louisa G-, a beautiful 28-year-old. Louisa had her father hire Wallace.
Louisa became pregnant and Wallace decided to marry her. He had great difficulty keeping his sex activity going with Louisa but her pregnancy made her less demanding.
He found that men still appealed to him and one day, when he saw her cousin Phil's stiff appendage in a shower room, he had "a desire to make love to him."
He decided to see another therapist. He is now taking treatment. His progress is slow, but some day he may be normal. He is a father of a boy, Arnold, to whom he is devoted.
"I get these tests. I was with Louisa at a party and Harry was there, he started talking to me. He got me to go upstairs, where they had a 'peg boy,' they had brought to the party. He was naked on the bed and a man was 'up' him. Harry asked me if I wanted him. He was very fair, he looked like a girl, except for his stiff manhood, that he didn't hide. I got stiff, but I walked away, they were all surprised. I thought about that white behind all night," he admitted.
He admits that he has sex with his wife even when he doesn't want it.
"It helps me fight it," he says.
Quite the opposite of Wallace is the oversexed male like Randy T-. I had come to Hollywood from New York on business and went to a restaurant famous for its rich desserts and its fine roast beef.
At one of the tables was a darkly handsome young man of twenty-eight with brown hair, who was exceptionally well dressed. He was with a gray haired woman about forty-eight. She was also well dressed. They were talking and laughing. The woman was extremely well built and well groomed.
"That young man," I said to my companion. "I presume that he's some actor and that's his mother. Do you know him?"
"Yes, I do, I come here all the time and so does he," she laughed, "but you'd never guess what he does for a living in a million years!"
I smiled. I had written about everything under the sun. "Try me!"
I guessed several times, and my pretty young female companion shook her beautiful head and giggled. "Give up?" she finally said.
"Yes," I said.
"His name is Randy E-, he says that he's an actor, because he plays a part now and then, but he drives an XKE and he has lots of money. In reality, he is a male prostitute and that woman is some rich woman, who will take him to some motel, and let him poke her and pay him," she said.
I was very surprised.-"I'd like to meet him," I said. After I met him, we left. I saw him up and down Sunset Boulevard in Hollywood quite often. He was always impeccably dressed and had a good-looking woman with him. I often wondered who paid and who didn't.
I changed hotels and was quite surprised one day at the pool to see him seated beside me. He had on blue bikini trunks.
I was drinking a Scotch and soda and greeted him. He moved his chair over, I asked him if he wanted a drink and he said "Yes."
He seemed very self confident and very egotistical. He had a tremendous physique and was about six feet two in height, weight about 190. He had a fabulous tan.
He didn't seem surprised that I knew of his trade; in fact, he seemed quite proud of it.
"I've got over ten grand in the bank," he told me," and I own an apartment house. I have twenty-four suits. I have never been arrested."
He talked of his amatory episodes with great ease. We met several times later, becoming almost friends. He was very frank and I believe very truthful.
He had gotten out of college and come to Pasadena to visit an aunt, who was about fifty-eight. There he met a wealthy woman friend of his aunt, Millie R-, who was fifty-five.
"I was surprised, that she was so sex-happy. I went over to her house a lot and we clowned around and one day, she must have been very hot. She began to kiss me, putting her tongue in my mouth. She told me, that she had a real wild painting on the wall of her bedroom. I followed her. I noticed that she had a bureau in the room with a tremendously large mirror."
The painting was one of a naked man sucking a naked woman's breast.
"It's art!" she laughed.
"The painting or the breast-sucking?" I asked.
"Both!" she rejoined.
"I was amazed, that here I was with a woman 55 and I was sure that she wanted to ball," Randy recalled, "I had laid a lot of women. In those days for free, but none over 30 years old. She started kissing me again and we fell on the bed, she reached for my zipper and got to my privates. I knew now, that sex was what she wanted. I forgot all about my aunt and the fact that she was her friend, I was excited. I wondered what it would be like to have a woman this old and how she looked nude.
"I pulled off her clothes," he related. "She had one of those bras that was almost like a shirtwaist, and when I got it off I was surprised to find that her breasts were quite large and her nipples very red. They were also very firm for a woman her age."
The woman was quite artful, Randy recalled. She wore very sexy red panties, which he removed.
"I saw her naked backside, it was big, but also well formed. She was physically in as good shape as a woman thirty-five years old. She was divorced, she told me, and when we were both naked told me, that she got hot a lot and liked to screw. She admitted that she had yet to go through the
'change of life' and could still get pregnant."
Randy admitted that he was not overly rich at that time and money was a problem.
"She told me she had had a young lover, about thirty-three years old until recently," Randy said. "He left her for another woman, a beautiful 23-year-old society girl. He was going to marry her. 'Men like those young quiffs,' Millie laughs, 'But I'll bet he'll always remember me, I tore him up in bed! I'd never liked to hear a woman tell me about having sex with another man and I think she saw that on my face, because she stopped. I knew that she had been married a long time and widowed."
"We were kissing on the bed and I saw that her eyes were not closed and that she was looking in the large bureau mirror," Randy said. "She smiled, when she saw me taking a look too, 'You're big,' she said, 'I like that.' I was fondling her and she was getting aroused, she kept kissing me and she whispered in my ear, 'I'm dying for it.' Her lips were on my mouth and she had gripped my quodder. 'Please do it,' she begged. Her thighs were wide now and I mounted her. Her stomach was velvety smooth and flat, despite the fact, that she had had two sons my age, both married at that time. She was very impetuous and the minute we were joined, her body writhed. She was in a high state of passion. She kept using obscene words and I thought of my aunt and how amazed she would be if she came in and saw us like this."
Randy opined that this was a new adventure to him, but today, it was common place. "I get a lot of older women. They have the money to pay. They find it hard to get younger men."
Millie was quite a sexual treat that day, Randy continued, "I drove deeper and deeper and finally, she was almost winded and her nails dug into my back. 'I'm, coming!' she cried, "and she did. I did too.' I started to get up and she stopped me, 'Don't pull it out!' she begged, 'lay on top of me.' I saw she was looking lewdly at us in the mirror. I became aroused again in some minutes and had her again."
In a few weeks, the relationship between Randy and Millie became more friendly.
She had connections at the motion picture studios and got him in the Actors Guild. She also got him a part in a play in Pasadena.
"I went a lot of places with her, she always gave me money, I kept what I didn't spend. Sometimes, we would go to her home and lie naked in bed before the mirror, she would feel me and kiss me for hours, then we would do it. She was as wildly sexy as any woman I have ever been to bed with," Randy allowed.
Randy found that she occupied a lot of his time. He was attractive to many young women, who he was sure "would pull down their panties for me," but Millie kept him occupied. She had sex with him, gave him money and helped him with his career. "The young stuff that was after me couldn't do any of that," he said, "Quite frankly, all they had was their bodies to give me."
Millie had a way of looking at him, that "put a light in her eyes," Randy explained. "It was a love light," he laughed.
Randy tried to get Millie to let him have other erotic pleasures, she refused to perform fellatio or to let him sodomize her.
"She told me that she had never even kissed a man's rammer," Randy said. Several times, Randy tried to force her to perform fellatio, but he let her up. "She didn't want too and that was that."
Randy was introduced by Millie as sort of a protege. She purposely let people get the idea, that he was the son of a close friend of her family. Randy's aunt didn't seem to suspect anything either.
Millie introduced Randy to a 40-year-old woman, Christine M-, a beautiful blonde, who had been an actress and had retired, when she married Mr. M-. She was a beautiful woman with red hair and green eyes. Randy met Mr. M-, who was an architect. He was a small mousy looking man, but judging from his home, he made plenty of money.
"The idea was that Mrs. M-was to use her connections to help me. One night, we were in my car and I looked at her. I saw it in her eyes, that look, the lusty look, I felt that she wanted it. I let my hand slip under her dress and inside her silk panties, I fondled her and she got very 'hot.' She was very nervous and she kept looking out the car windows. I suggested a motel and she said 'No.' Then she told me where to drive. To my surprise, it was a small park hidden in the hills. It was very late, about one a.m. She selected a spot on the grass, I took off my coat and made it into a pillow for her head. Then I got the panties off and pulled up her skirt, I saw her smooth white thighs and the nest fuzz. I was up her in no time, she kept saying. 'Oh, I need this so, ohhh, I need it!' She was wriggling and heaving. She was gasping and kept whispering. 'Keep doing it, don't stop.' I could feel her pleasure. Then she grasped me and held me tight, 'There-there!' she cried, and I let loose the same instant as her. She was trembling. We stood together, coupled, and said nothing. Then we got up."
Christine later told him, in the car, of Mr. M-'s impotency. He climaxed after about forty-five seconds. She was very passionate. She was not a whore and Randy was the first man other than her husband in a long time. She had an affair with a married man and was going to divorce Mr. M-if the man divorced his wife, the man tired of the affair with Christine and never divorced his wife. Christine then realized that the man just wanted to use her, so she broke off with him.
Mrs. M-was in a tennis tournament in Palm Springs. Randy drove up to see her, telling Millie that he had to see a friend in Santa Barbara.
Randy had a taste for beauty. He liked being with a beautiful woman like Mrs. M-. Her face was her greatest attraction and then after that the expressions, that she made with her face, they gave her an aura of excitement, mystery and adventure.
Randy felt pure male love for her, which he realized was lust. He liked it when he was deep in her.
He talked to many in her set and realized that they all had a great desire and a love for a stiff doddle. These sweet-faced mature women, who had older husbands, dreamt of getting it good from a young man; the well groomed widows, had secret meetings with young lovers, whom they purchased clothes for and gave money to.
In her tennis attire, Christine excited Randy. After the matches, they drove up the coast. He suggested a motel and she refused. He exposed himself, 'Okay, in the car then.' She shook her head and agreed to a motel.
She had her tennis outfit on and she lay on the bed. Randy had no trouble taking the tennis shorts off. She was wearing purple panties. He removed them and he noted that she was not speaking. She was very cool. He began to handle her legs, commenting on how beautiful they were, and finally touching her tenderest spot. Her mouth opened slightly and her breathing quickened. He took off her blouse and began to kiss her big white breasts, then sucking her nipples.
He got undressed and rejoined her on the bed. His hands roamed all over her magnificent body, her buttocks, her belly, her thighs. He had seen many of her films on the late show on TV and he got a great delight in reminding himself, that he was having sex with that woman, whom so many millions of men had gotten 'hot pants' over seeing on the big and little screen.
They had intercourse and Randy showered and came back to the bed.
"The sight of her lying there in kind of a wild sexy langour excited me. I got on the bed, and I pushed her down toward my thighs. She started to fight me. I let her go. I was aroused. 'Damn you,' she said. 'You're a beast too!' We had intercourse again and I showered. I thought she'd be dressed when I came back. She was still naked on the bed. I came over and she grabbed me by my horn. I felt her kiss me there and then the wet lips of her mouth!"
Randy explained later that he found she liked performing fellatio very much, that she was as oversexed as he. One night, he had left Millie after having sex with her, and met Christine. "We were both hot, I was not that sure, that I could satisfy Chris as Millie had given me some workout. We ended up in bed with Chris fellating me and my head between those beautiful thighs! I made her climax orally!"
Christine had told him that with some men doing fellatio was ugly, but with others, it was a deep expression of feeling. Her buttocks were beautiful, and Randy admitted that he liked to look at them.
"I wanted to have her Greek, but I never did," he explained, "That was one way, she would never do it. It was strange, that Mr. M-was seldom around and she had such freedom. It was an odd marriage. Our loving was very lustful!"
Mr. M-was killed in an auto accident. Mrs. M-gave him a good funeral. She decided to go on a world tour. She met some man in Paris a year later and married him. When they came back to California, they moved to Beverly Hills. In no time, she had offers from Hollywood and resumed her career. Randy had met her several times, but he reported that she was very faithful to her husband.
"Nobody has had her, but him, I'm sure of that," Randy said. "She was some lady, I learned a lot from her."
Randy's career was going so-so when Millie died of a heart attack.
"It was weird, I had just laid her the day before," Randy explained, "She had been real way out and the next day, she keels over in this market and that's that."
It had been apparent to Randy for a long time that he was nothing more than a bit player, and that was all he would ever be. He was playing golf now and at one course, he met Mrs. W-. Immediately, he realized that she was his cup of tea, she was thirty-nine and divorced. She was a weather-beaten thirty-nine.
"She had been in an accident and had gone through the windshield, her face had plastic surgery, but she looked beat up. Her body was okay though," Randy commented.
She was an intelligent woman, she ran a business and she had a half vacant expression when he talked to her sometimes, like she was thinking hard about something. She had full lips and her mouth was small. She had long black hair. Her teeth were an asset, they were small, even, and very white.
Randy met the late Errol Flynn, and is convinced that he was one of the greatest lovers of all time. Flynn told him once, "You have to have sex with a woman twice a night and she has to be satisfied both times." Randy also learned from Flynn, that once a woman has given in to a man, she will give in to that man again. She cannot help it. That is why women keep away from their ex-husbands, where they have had satisfactory sex relations. They feel that if the ex-hubby asks them, they will have sex with him again, although nothing can be gained except a pleasant roll in the hay. Usually however, there is too much bitterness among ex-marital partners to bring this about often.
Randy has found that many of the women, who hire his services are very distant and standoffish in the beginning, although it is understood, that he is to have sex with them and be paid for it.
Randy started as a real professional lover with Mrs. W-. "She was a real horny woman, she was also very smart. She told me that I was a bum, gave me a job in her plant. She got me an apartment near her home. She told me, that I was to live on my salary and she would give me extra money to use when we went out. She was oversexed and she was always at my place. She had told me, that she wanted the freedom to do whatever she wanted with me sexually, when she wanted to have intercourse, she would tell me."
She did pretty well what she liked with Randy, sometimes if the whim hit her, she would strip and make him strip and masturbate him.
"I want to see you come, darling," she would say. She was very skilled at this and Randy would go wild, he would beg her to let him enter her, but she would work on him until he ejaculated.
She did this for a whole evening and when Randy was so limp, that he could no longer be aroused, she would part her thighs and lay back on the bed.
Randy noticed that she had a white scar on her belly and she made him kiss it and then when he was reluctant to perform orally, she would grab him.
"I told her that I didn't like to be pulled and she would laugh," Randy said, "then she would say to me, 'Animal, we're alone. Lick me.' She knew that eventually I would comply, I was used to my life with her, my good job and the money.
"She got great pleasure when I was up her," Randy said, "She told me to tell her when I was about to complete, to say it aloud. I always did and I think she liked hearing it, because she felt it when I did, she felt the hot stream. She would become very overcome and her nails would dig in my back. When she was in a bitchy mood, she called me, 'her male whore.' "
Mrs. W. was fond of kneeling on the bed with her behind toward Randy. She would get on her knees and wag her tail at him.
"She liked it dog-fashion," he recalled.
Randy remembered that one night, Mrs. W had forced him to have intercourse in that fashion with her three times.
"It was quite an effort, but I knew that I was oversexed so I forced myself," he said. Mrs. W. had big hips and a shapely bottom, she walked with a glide, that made her rear bounce seductively.
She was hot all the time, Randy recalled. Many times, they would get to bed early in the night and have sex until daybreak. Randy was playing at the golf course and got friendly with two or three women there. One night, Mrs. W-accused him of having sex with one, which he denied.
"I believe you," she said, "but if I ever do catch you with another woman, look out, because you'll remember it." Once, she told him about a cook who had been in her employ, her favorite one, who caught her husband in bed with a woman. The stupid man hung around and two weeks later, the woman cut his penis off with a safety razor! The man died. The cook went to prison.
Randy didn't like such talk; he was mild-mannered. The women at the plant thought he was shy. None of them knew of the large amount of intercourse that was required of him by the woman president of the plant.
Mrs. W-'s erotic mind had strange quirks. One night, she told Randy to masturbate-himself while he watched.
He refused.
She did nothing. He had fears that he would lose his job, but nothing happened. He went out to a bar and got drunk, when he got home to his apartment late, she had let herself in with the passkey she had. She got undressed and looked at him.
"Why not?" she laughed.
He got undressed and did it. She seemed to enjoy it.
"The day they gave babies away," she giggled. "Think of all the babies you're wasting!"
Randy thought she was sexually sick, but he realized that he was just as bad. He used to get a big kick out of flooding her sexual channel. She used the "Pill."
One night, she drove him wild and he related that he had her "again, again and again. She kept up with him, climaxing over and over. Suddenly, he grew wild, he turned her over on her stomach, it was so quick, that she hardly realized it, but then she screamed, "No, it's dirty!"
It was too late, Randy had driven his iron plunger home. Mrs. W-'s buttocks tightened. "Ohhhh, take it out, don't, don't!" she sobbed. Randy felt a feeling of power now over this domineering woman, he held himself within her, feeling her respond. It was carnal and he felt half ashamed. "I never did this before," she gasped, as he continued. She kept trying to pull away, but he held her taut. Then she shuddered and cried, "Oh my God, ah!" She climaxed.
She got up and put her robe on and paced the floor.
She had enjoyed it but she was very angry.
"That was terrible, you're an animal, a vile animal," she said, she walked over to him and slapped him in the face, then backhanded him again and again. It hurt.
"I got up, I was naked and I grabbed the robe and ripped it off her, she saw a look, that she didn't recognize in my eyes, she started to run for the door, I tackled her and flipped her over. Her big buttocks were as white as ivory, I began to hit them, she started screaming and sobbing, I couldn't stop. They got redder and redder. I felt her tremble and climax. I stopped, I looked at her, she had a sick sexy look on her face. 'Who's the animal,' I sighed, as I felt her wet lips find their mark.' I allowed her to do it, lying back on the floor. We both knew that this was the end, it had to be," Randy said.
He quit his job, hung up on her when she called, she sent him letters and he tore them up.
"I knew my way around now, I knew all the wealthy women, I could pick and choose. I had met this rich Hungarian woman, who was fifty. She was a bi. I knew that she had a maid that she balled with, but she liked au trois, three in a bed-herself, a man and her maid." She had lots of combinations, that she could work out for the group. Randy became her boy friend.
Sometimes she made oral love to the naked maid, while the naked maid made oral love to Randy. Or Randy made oral to her while she made love to the maid or Randy made oral love to the maid, while the maid performed cunnilingus on the woman.
Randy seemed to have a personal power over her. The sessions au trois lessened and she spent a lot of time making love to Randy. She gave him money readily and he never worked.
Randy liked to look at her nude, she had a fantastic figure for one her age. She married and Randy was adrift again.
He met a large woman at the golf course. She was Swedish. She was twenty-nine, she was very stout, but well built, her breasts were enormous.
Randy found that she had money and in a week, he was in her bed with her. He was surprised how big she was naked, her thighs, her behind, her waist, her arms. She had auburn hair and deep hazel eyes.
It was strictly business between her and Randy. She did not appeal to men, but she had a need for constant sex. She paid him for it. Her sex grotto was large and Randy had to position her in certain ways to excite her sexually.
When she climaxed, she did so violently and verbally.
Her name was Helga M-and she considered the U.S. her new home. She was wild as far as sex was concerned. She liked walking around the bedroom nude so that Randy could see her huge fleshy body. She liked for him to pass the whole night with her, she paid him extra for that. Sometimes, she fellated him as much as three times a night. She told him that this act was very popular in Sweden.
One weekend, they had sex twelve times.
She left town for two weeks, Randy sighed with relief.
She never came back; somehow, she met a fortune hunter, who must have employed the same sexual energy as Randy, for she married him and he must have been a good romantic substitute for Randy, because he never heard from her again.
Randy went to Mexico fishing with a friend, and he met a wealthy American woman from San Diego and her constantly drunk husband. Randy had had a variety of older women, but here was a 27-year-old morsel. Her name was Madeline U-, and her husband was an heir to a beer fortune. He never drank beer, but swilled whiskey.
One day he passed out, and Mrs. U asked Randy to drive her to a Mexican village, where she was supposed to pick up some pottery.
She had an electric appeal to Randy and by the time they got to the village, he was wild to have sex with her. It was cut and dried, they checked into the only hotel in the village. Randy explained that she undressed after dinner and they had sex immediately. She was a beautifully made woman, smooth thighed with small breasts, but a tantalizing behind. Her jet black hair matched that in the hidden valley of her body, it was silken. Randy has said that he always remembers all the happenings of his first night with a woman, but with Madeline, he remembered that she had six climaxes and there had been more sex. "It's hazy, I believe that we may have done it three or four more times," he said. For every throb he had, she seemed to have one. Her drunken husband had not had relations with her in six months.
She enjoyed handling Randy's sex. She enjoyed the stiffness, due to the fact, that her husband never presented himself to her in such a manner.
She was an expert at French-kissing and her agile tongue explored Randy's mouth, sucked his tongue. She liked to squeeze his genitals. She exhausted him.
Back with her husband, she left him one day when he was drunk and went to Randy's room. They had sex, and after four days, Randy was low on funds. He told her a he that she believed, that he expected a big check from the States. She loaned him $100.
Her husband was contemptible. He was always stoned. It annoyed Randy, that this fool ignored this delicious oversexed hunk of woman. They returned to San Diego.
Randy showed up in San Diego and met her for lunch. They talked and she told him, that she could get him a job with a friend. She loaned him money to rent an apartment.
He got the job, and they had frequent sex.
She exhausted him. He hated to admit it, but it was true. She would need two normal husbands to satisfy her anyway, Randy thought. It seemed that she was always inserting him in her, they were continually having sex. He started taking vitamins.
She concentrated on satisfying Randy, because his ejaculation seemed to bring on her climax. This became quite apparent to Randy.
She had a French tickler that she had purchased in the Orient, and she showed Randy how to use it on her.
"I was sleeping one afternoon and when I awoke she was straddled across my face," Randy related, "I kissed her between her thighs. My first impulse was to push her away and get up, but I didn't, I grabbed her legs and at first, my tongue tickled her!"
Madeline was fond of expensive clothes and gave Randy lots of gifts. They used to meet at Balboa Park. Sometimes, they went through the zoo.
"She would giggle when she saw animals doing it," Randy explained.
After their sex bouts, Madeline would say aloud to Randy, "What a man!"
It was as if Mr. U-never existed.
Mrs. U went to Coronado for her vacation. One night, Randy came over unannounced as a surprise. She had left the door to her beach house open, as she expected no one. Randy caught them together, Madeline and this big Mexican man with his tool imbedded deep in her.
Randy took it as a joke, "Don't bother to offer me a handshake for that position, man!" he said.
Madeline was stunned.
"You need a stable of studs, baby!" Randy said, he turned and left. He left San Diego that night.
He never saw her again. He realized that she was oversexed and wondered how many men she had had sex with during the period she had made love to him. He knew that he would never know. Women like Madeline were psychopathic liars, they live on lies, they enjoy the daring of deceit and adultery.
Randy fell on bad times for a while. He got a few TV walk-ons. His money was very low.
He happened on the daughter of a famous fashion designer, the girl was very-masculine at twenty-five, but not a dyke. She had been married once to a young man, who had had sex with her on the wedding night and a few other times during their two year marriage, but whom she discovered was a flaming homosexual. She got an annulment as they were married in New York.
She received a large allowance. She was thrilled at being dated by such a handsome and well dressed man as Randy.
One Sunday, he moved in on her, bag and baggage, she said nothing. She cried a lot as she told him about her life, he listened. He told her that she was beautiful, had something that no one else had. He bagged her.
He had sex with her nightly, which was novel for her. They had hard grinding sex, she lay there with her eyes closed, he would keep going until he felt her wetting and then she sighed, quivered and completed. She fell in love with him. She gave him money daily, paid the rent, and bought him gifts.
Randy concentrated on her small breasts, made love to them. He trained her like a man would train a thoroughbred horse. She let him do anything he desired with her.
She was very sensitive at her mons. They had sex sessions of thirty minutes during which she would remain motionless; at the end she would thrash and finally climax. She was very humble while around him.
He had sex with her whenever he asked, she never refused or resisted him. Randy banked all the money he could, he wanted to own something. He had met a lot of other kept men, male prosties and guys, who didn't work, but lived with working 'broads.' They usually ended up like the Hawaiian beach boys, old, sapped out and broke.
Randy kept commenting on her fat backside, the girl had a premonition of what he had in mind.
"I never did it that way, I hear that it hurts," she said.
Randy wanted to do it to her that way, because of the size of that white bottom, he felt that it might be a rip-roaring experience.
That night, despite her protests, he got some lubricant salve, anointed himself and turned her on her stomach. The entry was quite difficult, but he managed to invade her in this tender area. It seemed quite painful to her. But in order to please her lover, she suffered. He fondled her other area and she started to buck like a wild bronco, Randy held onto her wide hips.
"Ohhhhh-hoooo, ooooowwwww-ooooo-owww!" she cried.
He felt very lewd, "Tell me where my jolly wag is now, baby!" he asked her. He wanted to have her say it aloud. She didn't answer, he gave three shoves and he was deeper in her and she sobbed out what he had wanted.
Basically, Randy feels that he dislikes women and he likes to use them. He likes to embarrass and humble them. They, in his opinion, are lazy, dishonest and unfaithful. He feels that they marry a man and then get pregnant so that they don't have to work. He doesn't believe in man and woman love as a feeling. He feels that they can like a man, if he satisfies their financial and physical means, if they get tired of a man, they will find another.
"I have learned that any poker is okay with a woman, as long as she gets her jollies. When they get old and want instant sex, they are willing to pay for it," he said. Randy has slept with a Princess, who liked to do it "wheelbarrow fashion," a Countess, aged forty-eight, who was an expert at 69, a drunken clothing heiress, who made him kiss every inch of her body and then perform cunnilingus on her. He was paid $300 for the session.
Climaxes, according to Randy, soothe women.
In their calmer moments, women think a lot about sex. Women are frequent masturbators. Many have told Randy, that they did this to excess. The higher the social position, the more the lady a woman was, the more erotic and oversexed she turned out in the bedroom, Randy found out.
A wealthy Texas millionairess hired Randy and another young man to make love to her at the same time. She performed fellatio on the young man, while Randy fornicated her. She was uninhibited in the bedroom; later, at a private club at dinner, you could never tell that she had a wild afternoon, she was very much the lady as her two drained lovers sat at the table beside her.
Randy had made love to two wealthy sisters, both 35. Neither had knowledge of the adventure with the other. The most modest lady in public is the most wanton woman in bed. Randy knew the famous Aly Khan and stated that he was a great lover, but took an aphrodisiac to keep himself sexually in trim. He was a heavy drinker.
Randy felt bad when he heard Aly got killed in an auto accident.
Randy was hired once by a Beverly Hills matron to have sex with her in an orgy, also participated in by her butler Charles. The woman was forty-seven, but Randy recalls that it took the well endowed young butler, who was twenty-eight, and himself four rugged hours of solid intercourse to bring this oversexed woman to a climax.
"That was the last one she had in two months," he said, "It was something that money could buy. I knew one woman, who was wealthy, who could only climax when she used a vibrator for four hours. She knocked out three men in one night and never had satisfaction."
Randy admitted that he had never been able to satisfy this woman either.
Rich women buy young men with money, sometimes they marry them," Randy said. "If they are plain looking, but have money, and want sex, then they buy a man. I have met a lot of these bedroom slaves, who work for their wife's father. They are walking doodle-heads. I consider them poodles and not real men. I never saw one of these women, who could buy me for keeps. These women keep their husbands in their homes, like they keep a dress in a closet. It seems the ugly woman with money is the most oversexed. One flat chested, thin-buttocked woman, about thirty-eight, very wealthy, wanted me humble. She paid me to do her orally, I was glad because it would have been very difficult for me to get aroused sexually to have intercourse with he', she was that unappetizing. A year later, a handsome 29-year-old painter married her."
Some women find difficulty in spending themselves. Randy had relations with a wealthy builder's 29-year-old daughter. She was wild in his apartment and on the verge of a climax, when he final led. She told him, that she was not done, but it was useless, Randy could not arouse himself. She was very angry. Also disappointed. She paid him, but he came back two days later and had a successful bout with her, bringing her around twice. He charged her nothing.
"It was a bad scene, I can't have any woman telling another, that I failed to satisfy them, it can hurt me badly. The circle I operate in is not as large as some people think, I get a lot of repeaters," Randy said.
Randy explained that a man who has sex daily, can control himself better than a man who has sex once a week.
Many women have described the climax as feeling as "if it is your last moment on earth!"
Randy has recently had six hour sex bouts with women.
Perhaps his most unique caper was when a wealthy woman, who had sex with him several times, brought her blooming 21 year old virgin daughter, Claretta Q-to Randy's apartment to be devirginized.
The mother told him how much she would pay and agreed to come back in four hours. When she returned, her daughter was de-maidenized, had climaxed twice, and wanted to date Randy, who had told her that he was only for sale.
When asked if he had gotten any women pregnant, Randy shrugged, "Who hasn't?"....
Randy still is involved in the night life of Hollywood; he has never married. He is admittedly oversexed, but he makes it pay. He still believes that he will never marry.
"I am a whore and women are whores, why should two whores marry," he said. That is a tough outlook, but to this day, he has never changed it.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
In the world today, the biggest battle is to reform and inform society. People are bound to home, to customs, to many things slavishly, they fear expressing themselves except now and then. In today's world, a lot of learning can be a dangerous thing.
However, the world has a lot of nuts running around, who want to live in the abstract, one cannot live in the abstract. You lose contact with reality.
Some people are like blind nightingales, they sing but they can't see to whom they are singing. We live in a world where someone is sweet on someone else, but many times, they are not sweet in return. Every day, some lover is getting killed for loving someone else's loving. The tail is always greener in someone else's bed. Every minute a thousand people die. Daily it happens, like clockwork.
It seems like we are all cold travelers in life, looking for kindness, truth and warmth. How many find all three. Two? One?
Unfortunately in our society more and more of us are becoming dependent on drugs. Not so long ago, I had to shake a friend of mine, a very talented man into reality, by telling him, that he was a dissipated "junkie," who had lost all his talent. Some people use drugs to dodge the reality of life, others use them for thrills.
Americans use pills to get to sleep, to keep from sleeping, to be potent, to avoid conception, to feel comfortable. They swallow all kinds of pills.
Years ago, the poor used to "find a way out" through drugs, but today, it is the curse of the middleclass. There are 12 billion amphetamine and barbiturate tablets and 50 million tranquilizers used yearly in the United States, where they are manufactured.
About half of these get channeled into the illegal market, where they fall in the wrong hands. And where they are sold at a enormous profit and where they do a lot of damage to people.
In some areas from 15 to 50 percent of the teenagers are experimenting with marijuana.
Berkeley is loaded with LSD users (acid heads.) Many of the young women have become part time prostitutes, so that they can buy the materials that make them "tune in, turn on, and take off."
A beautiful 28-year-old woman, high on LSD, but in need of pills for the following day, approached two strange men. She was very attractive and agreed to "blow them both" for $50 each.
Her sense of shame was so scant, that she took the men behind a billboard, knelt and proceeded to perform fellatio on both of them, while three of her friends watched. Later, she remembered the act with shame, but she said that she felt like doing it at the time. This is LSD.
Adults are the biggest drug users. There are teenage pill parties, but there are also adult pill parties.
At one pill party thrown by a very affluent businessman, there was an orgy room, where people high on dope, LSD, methedrine, BMT, STP, undressed and let their inhibitions go.
A 19-year-old beauty who attended the party and entered the "orgy room," described it in detail. "He had a fluorescent light on. I saw two nude women doing it to each other, two queers were fellating each other, a fat woman with large pendulous breasts was getting sodomized while she fellated a young man with a big dong. A girl friend of mine was spreadeagled on the floor and a man was between her legs working on her cunny. Another man had filled her mouth with a sex rod. The room was like that all over, I was in there about two minutes, and a man had it up me. I just kept telling him not to come in me, he could do it, but don't come in me. He came anyway. I didn't care, I take The Pill, but I wanted to make him feel bad. Today, we like making others feel bad and guilty. Who in the hell is responsible for the world anyway, it's always been a jungle. My great-grandfather was a rakehell, my grandfather was too, my father had cheated on my mother, she just never caught him. I'm young, but I laid my 55-year-old boss to get a $20 a week raise. That's life in the big city!"
This girl was arrested a month later as an addict.
Released, she became a 20-year-old $100-a-night call girl and a heroin addict. Her clients were big businessmen, because she was beautiful and young.
Half of our lives are games of guessing. A matronly housewife hooked on amphetamines took her son's young boy friends in her shower with her nude. She told them how to perform fellatio on each other, cunnilingus on her. One afternoon, six young boys had relations with her, while her son was at college classes.
There are many peyote addicts among the flower children.
One of the L.O.V.E. group confidentially told me: "I'd say 67 percent of the flower children girls will lay anyone with pants on for something of value. Money, maybe, food maybe, drink maybe, and maybe, a room for a night."
A new drug, STP is the most horrible, it takes users on a "four-day" trip.
Other depressants, many of which have hooked young women and caused them to become "Part time whores" are Nembutal, known as "yellow jackets," secondly, known as "red birds," lamina, known as "purple hearts," and amatol, known as "blue heaven."
One amatol addict, a 26-year-old dress-shop owning hippie, who sells mod clothes, took on four men in one night under the influence.
"I was so hot," she told a friend, "I had to have all the jazzing I could get to cool me off!"
Young women, who don't belong feel that they belong when a man is "in" them.
"You feel wanted," said a 17-year-old call girl, who had run away from her Montana home.
"I have been screwing since I was thirteen; my brother's best friend was the first to get me. He was twenty-two. After that, it didn't matter, I decided to use my notch to make money. I have. At 17, I have an apartment, clothes, a car. I have a phony ID that says I'm 21," she revealed.
She "pops" Librium (tranquilizers.)
"You tell me that it's no good. What are your reasons, I'm not that sure. I see these guys poke a young girl, knock her up and take off. Or they marry a girl, knock three kids out of her and take oil and she's on welfare and she's on 'stuff.' A pusher looks for people like this. Losers. Born losers. I know a beautiful 23-year-old woman, who dropped out of school in the 9th grade, she had three kids with her loser husband, who took off one day, when the bills were drowning them. A 45-year-old friend agreed to help her, he wanted her body first. She gave it to him. What the hell, that cavern was as wide by then as Carlsbad, you can bet on that!"
"Beauty is never the bride of virtue, I read that in a book once, but that's a lot of crap! I let men stick their things in me and I charge them $30 each. After awhile, you just lie there and feel very little, someday I will buy a dress shoppe. When I like a man, I think about the act, and I climax," she said.
"We pay the piper one way or the other," she concluded.
Today, young people dislike their parents, because "my mother lays the next door neighbor,"
"My father is forty-five and he is chasing after a 19-year-old chick, who has made an ass out of him," plus many other reasons.
They also rebel against authority.
Drug users have heavy likes and dislikes.
Rayette, a beautiful 24-year-old hostess, who is on methedrine and H, has changed her sexual activities.
"Ever since I was a kid, I was forced to perform fellatio on guys, I never like it, and now I won't do it, no matter what," she said.
Rayette started out life as a heavy young girl, 190 pounds and five feet two inches tall. At sixteen, she had no friends and was "laughed at for being so fat."
She "hung around a gang," and one night, one of the guys asked her "how big my hubbies were."
She said she didn't know.
He made her take off her dress and then her bra. She recalled that she was immense.
They were alone and the guy was "horny," so "he took my cherry."
"It was some chore, he weighed about 150, but he did it," she said.
The next year, she went on a diet and twelve months later, she weighed 110.
In college, she met a handsome young man, married him, and had normal sex.
"However, I discovered then that normal sex was not enough, my husband satisfied himself, made me climax once, but I still had a sex hunger," she said.
During the next three years of marriage, the "former fat girl" practiced her skill at fellatio on four different lovers.
After catching her with one lover, her disillusioned husband went into their garage and shot himself. He was twenty-three.
She came West and started a new life.
"I started screwing immediately, I lived with this one man and he did it with me atop him. I cheated on him with another guy, who owned a paint store. One night a week, I met a young Italian and we had a 'wild sex carnival.' " she said.
In a year, she was "popping pills" and had about "four steady lovers," each of whom had relations with her three times a week. She held her good job.
In November that year, someone put "LSD" in her coffee. She went on a good trip.
She heard about "methedrin," and took it. "You take it with a needle," she said, "At first, I hated that needle and then I lived for it. I waited for the injection and then for it to hit my vein. After that came marijuana and then I got on the Horse (heroin)."
She was arrested for possession and 'sent up."
In women's prison, she "let a dyke make love to me."
When she got out, she returned to men, but occasionally "let a woman," she found that she was attracted to "queers."
"I used to kid them, walk around with no clothes, I got a job and was making money. One of the queers was broke, he needed 'some bread,' I told him if he'd lay me, I'd loan him some. He told me, that he couldn't do it with a woman, he couldn't get erect. I settled with him 'going down on me.' The other queers kidded him, when I told them," she laughed.
She feels "awful" without pills and 'stuff."
At twenty-seven, she looks forty.
"I had a chance to marry a nice guy, but he came around to my pad, when I had 'crashed' (was sleeping off) on a LSD trip, my apartment was filled with queers, two lezzes, and some hippies.
They were all on the stuff. He told me to go to hell with a note, that he left. I contacted him, asked him to help me straighten my life, he tried, but I couldn't kick the drugs or the people. He cut me off and married a year later. Now, I'm a punchboard, I get 'hot' and I lay the nearest 'few' guys around. It isn't the people that count, it's me getting my kicks, it's the act."
"I'm floating through life, I feel that I booted all my big chances, I'll always be nothing. What man would want me as a wife?" she asked.
I had no answer.
It seems among the hipsters there are inner people and outer people. The inners concentrate on their thoughts. The outer people are in search of "happenings," they want things to happen to them, so that they can gain experience.
A top model told me once it cost her $100 a day for her "habit."
Three years later, she was arrested as a common prostitute for 'soliciting." She didn't look so young anymore.
One fact remains, the outside world is now as attractive as the inner. Everyday, cross throat tactics are rampant in our business life, infidelity is everywhere, everyone drinks like a fish, some like two fishes. People are "drowning in debt."
We walk daily through a world of "crazy" people.
Sex is everywhere.
A 12-year-old "hooker" was arrested, her story was incredible. She had relations with over ninety eight men. Much more amazing was that she still had a full bosom, a slim waist, wide hips. She got $25 for each "trick."
Marijuana comes in from Mexico. So do Mexican hookers. Usually the hookers take marijuana. They also "pass" into our populations. It is estimated that about 675 million "joints" or marijuana cigarettes will be smoked this year in the U.S.
At marijuana parties, sex is the entr'act.
"I think more chicks at my college have lost their cherries at marijuana parties than anything else," a college psych major told me.
That figure breaks down to 12 million weekly. "Potheads" do not usually drink.
"We have sex though," a 22-year old told me, she was a shapely hippie blonde, "We live for today. When we say 'LOVE', we mean it. Why save that thing for marriage, the guys don't care. They want their nooky now!"
Everything is now.
They are not sure there will be a tomorrow. An attractive 18-year-old girl is about to have her baby in two weeks, she has made love with three lesbians, she is having an illegitimate child, she has been arrested and is on probation for 'pot.' She has lived and loved.
"Maybe," says her mother, 'some nice boy will marry her. After all, she doesn't have to tell him everything. Who does?"
Her mother added, "Everyone lies when it suits their purpose."
The girl told me how she felt on "Maryjane."
"The room brightens, colors brighten, perception distorts, the room changes shape, it gets longer and longer. Your awareness is heightened. It also makes you hungry, it stimulates your appetite."
As for LSD, she said, "You can get a lot of LSD for nothing, there are a lot of people who like to turn other people on."
LSD has helped sex.
In controlled tests, under doctors' supervision, it has helped alcoholics, disturbed children, homosexuals, and cases of sexual frigidity.
Unsupervised, it can lead to suicide. It can bring on psychosis. It can cause schizophrenia.
"Acid heads" talk about LSD bringing out the 'sensual."
Patricia J-, an acid head, said; "I started laying more often when I started on trips. I take LSD once a day. I have sex once a day. I sleep with acid heads only. 'Acid' cuts you off from the straight people. You lose contact with them." Another young girl, who likes to feel a man 'Let go in me,' said, "I'm twenty and I've had about twenty men. I think that fantasy is fine, but the world is reality. Screwing is reality too. I take the pill, pregnancy is reality, even if you are married. If you're not, you've got tragedy!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
The female is a more accomplished liar than any man.
I have seen a woman, while in bed with a man, talk on the phone, and tell another man that she loves him more than anything in the world!
I have met a woman, beautiful in face and figure, who divorced, dated a young businessman, and when she had sex with him told him he was the first man since her husband. Later, three other men revealed that they had been sex partners with her. When confronted, she never revealed her duplicity as a lie, she called it, "coloring the truth."
Women have a cunning and a loquacity, that men do not have. A woman can look you in the eye, smile in your face and twist the truth like a pretzel.
Sex expresses all in life to some, and conveys all to others. Napoleon, once said, that a woman's tickler had started more wars than any council of men.
Today's love has a frailty about it, that makes our divorce rate the highest in history. Mis-mating is on the rise, because marriages are built on the quicksand of sex. Little interest is taken in character and the ability to provide a living.
Sabrina J-, at nineteen, is an oversexed flower child. She has a beautiful body with very large breasts, shapely hips, brown hair and brown eyes. She dresses in dungarees, that are skin tight, black boots and flowered shirts, her hair is down to her waist.
Asked how many lovers she has had in her young life, Sabrina says "about fifteen."
Sabrina likes to talk about sex and men's tools and women's valleys of love. She has a girl friend, another flower child, Kathy, who is small, large bosomed and very "hot."
The two girls have "partied together with two men, who are in the flower children movement."
"I enjoyed watching her get it, and she watched this boy, Gordon and me," Sabrina said, "I have a man daily. I don't know about Kathy."
Sabrina came from a fine family in the Midwest. She attended high school. She was a cheerleader during football season. When she was sixteen, she met this man, Larry F-, who was about thirty. He took her to dinner, to shows and was very nice to her. Her mother objected, said that he was too old for her. Sabrina laughed and dated Mm anyway. She was still a virgin.
"After the first date, he kissed me, then he started sucking my breasts, after he took my dress and bra off at his place, I had no idea, then, that I was a 'hot mamma,' " she said.
He continually asked her to let Mm have intercourse with her, she kept refusing.
"One night in his car, he exposed himself, he asked me to take it in my mouth, I refused. I could see that he was agitated and his thing was stiff," Sabrina said.
Like all young women, Sabina was very confident of her control of herself in such circumstances. Many women have told me that one the evenings, that they lost their virginity, they started out the evening with no idea of having sex. In the beginning, they resisted the young man's advances.
One 18-year-old said, "He got me so hot, that I had to let him, I was on fire and I needed that fire put out. You get so sex hungry you don't care." Larry's pursuit of Sabrina continued, and she let him go so far as to fondle her private parts. She had no desire to have sex with him. She delighted in getting him excited.
"It was very red and stiff, he had a lot of pain on his face one night. I had never seen a man come and I was interested," Sabrina said, "when he asked me to help relieve him, I did so. I handled him until he was thrashing around, he was wild. He was breathing hard, he kept begging me not to 'waste it,' but I shook my head and he contorted as he completed. I took a handkerchief and policed him up."
Sabrina, like many women before her, had no fear of rape. "He was not a rapist. A woman can tell. I didn't think he could be brutal to me, he never was. Women have an instinct about that."
They went on a beach party and a 28-year-old women, Helen T-was there with a wastrel young man, Boyd C-. They ate barbecue with Larry and Sabrina and Helene kept talking about how 'she liked men to eat her and that she would be Boyd's dessert."
Later, Sabrina went to the ladies' room with her and Helene talked about "going down on men."
She told Sabrina in detail how she had seduced her boss one day.
"I saw he had this erection by the bulge in his pants, I wasn't making enough money and I had heard from one of the girls in the secretary pool, that he liked to get 'blowed.' I had been engaged once and my boy friend, Ernie L--liked it. It's the way that you pace yourself, it's oral screwing. It's the same friction as when a man puts it in you down below," Helene said.
Sabrina admitted to Helene that she had 'seen Larry's tool and a few others." The woman laughed when Sabrina told her that she was sixteen and a virgin.
"Someone will get into that boat-of yours and row it," she prophesied. They returned to the men.
On the way home, Larry commented on Helene, "She's a pistol!" Sabrina said nothing, but when he tried to pull down her slacks stopped him. He didn't kiss her goodnight and she didn't care whether she saw him again.
However, the male is not easily driven off. Larry retreated and was determined in his mind, he later told Sabrina, that he would take her by force the next date.
"The next date, he was very shy. He kept trying to get his hand between my thighs, after he got it under my dress. He was getting nowhere. We went to a Mexican restaurant. There, a friend there, who Larry later told me, put Spanish fly in my soft drink. Two hours later, I felt strange and very passionate," she revealed.
They ended up at Larry's apartment. Despite the fact, that he knew that she was under age, he felt that they were alone and he gave her two martinis.
"I felt very strange and when he was suckling my breasts, I kept thinking of being laid, when he reached for the spot between my legs after taking off my panties, I let him touch it. He drove me wild," she remembered, "I had never been like this and experienced anything like this before. He took out his manhood and showed it to me, I fondled it. Then he got excited and told me to stop. In his mind, this was V-S Day, Virgin-Sabrina Day!"
Sabrina was naked when she asked Larry if she could he down in his bedroom. He agreed and she went to the bedroom. She fell asleep and was awakened by an odd sensation.
"What are you doing?" Sabrina asked, as she felt Larry's wet mouth on her coral strand. She felt hotter than before. The man ignored her and continued with his cunnilinguistic activities until Sabrina found herself moaning and tossing on the bed.
"I could see that he was nude and I saw his rigid shaft bobbing about," she said. "He could only stimulate me so far as my maiden was in the way, but he did it enough to drive me almost out of my mind. I had this feeling, that I wanted to complete, but didn't, like hanging on the edge of a cliff ready to fall."
Her legs were wide open.
"Nooooooo, oooohhhhh, eeeeeee!" cried Sabrina. She had a feeling, that something of great importance was going to happen in this bedroom. She had no great love for Larry, he was nice, he was a date. Prior to this delicious moment, she had no desire to let him rip away her hymen.
"Suddenly, I felt this earth-shattering sensation and I gripped his hair and moved my bottom to and fro quickly," she said, "Larry later told me, that I had come. It was the first time. I was still very hot."
Sabrina lay back on the bed thinking of the pleasure that she just had. Larry knew that this was the moment of truth, just like a bullfighter knows. He reconciled what he was about to do with the thought, that if he didn't do it, that socner or later, some other guy would. He was sure that such a hot creature as Sabrina would never be a virgin when she married.
"Please don't hurt me," moaned Sabrina as she felt Larry adjust himself between her white shapely thighs.
The man lodged himself at the proper angle and then Sabrina felt a thrust, she tried to push him away, but he held and there was another shove and great pain.
"'Stop!" she screamed, but there was a third shove and Sabrina felt his sword pierce her barrier, she shuddered and cried, "No, take it out, ohhh, take it out. It hurts me so ... I ... ohhh-Do it. Do it harder!"
Larry was plunging deeper and deeper. Sabrina gripped him.
"I was so hot, I felt like I was melting! I reached down and felt him. I wanted him to relieve himself in me, I knew all about men coming. I knew that he didn't have protection on but I knew that I was safe and that my fertility period was quite a way off. I felt this creeping pleasure and I watched him as I wiggled. He was violently thrusting now, his face was contorted. I think that when we do that we are like animals. I feel so hot and strange, like
'making it' is the most important thing in the world. It isn't, life is!"
The man was furious with passion, and Sabrina recalls: "He was so deep and exciting me so much, that I screamed. Then I felt hot gushes and watched his body jerk. He sank over me and started kissing me as I climaxed again and again myself. It was a very pleasurable thing.
"I felt used at first and wanted to cry, then I started to sob, Larry looked at me stunned. I stopped after awhile and he gave me a drink and a robe to put on. I felt very deflowered and also sore. Later to my surprise, I felt very sexy still and I got Larry back on the bed, we kissed and I aroused him. He asked me if I wanted it again and I said 'Yes.' This entry was very smooth and I felt a giddy feeling, from the entry and also I guess from the martinis and Spanish Fly. We did it a long time before we both finished. Then we talked a lot. Fie loved me, I guess, he talked of marriage. It scared me, I was too young to marry, I even felt that I was too young to have gotten laid. I acted very nonchalant, 'Just because you got my cherry, you needn't worry about marrying me,' I said. He persisted and I said I'd think about it."
There was a period of silence, Sabrina said, then she fondled him to arousal.
"I was still very passionate and I let him in a third time, he was very tired, but I wanted another climax. I was very tight on him and as I moved, he moved quicker and quicker. Finally, he climaxed. We kissed some more and I guided his head down my body, watching him kiss me. When he was just below my belly, I guided his wet mouth to my sensitive spot. His tongue entered the perforated passage, I went out of my mind, I sat up and reached for his instrument, it was limp. I was very disappointed as I had the urge to bring him off again. I guided him like some commanding empress, I kept saying, 'Oh yes, there, yes there, over here. There ... ohhh...! Yes, yes. Don't stop ... Faster, faster!' Then I climaxed. That was the end, I was drained. He kept talking of love and I ignored him, I felt that I had used him too and that I was through with him. I think I knew that I would never see him again, what did he have to offer me. Marriage to him was not my cup of tea, I didn't know what or whom I wanted to marry. We got dressed, had another drink and on the way home, he told me not to say anything to my parents. I didn't."
Sabrina was no longer a virgin and she now had sexual freedom. She also realized that she felt very passionate a lot.
She had kept in contact with Helene and one night went to a party stag. She met an architect there, named Mark L-. She told everyone that she was twenty. She passed for it and drank a lot.
"I ended up in the bedroom with Mark, we had a quick session and to my surprise, he couldn't make it twice, we came out and I drifted away from him. I felt very unsettled and nervous. I also felt very whorey. I scanned the room and spotted a very tanned rugged man, I went over with my glass and asked him to get me a drink. I didn't do it again at the party, but the young man, Kirk E-, drove me home. I was very hot. I didn't want to do it in the car. I asked him to tell me how many women he had sexually, he was very surprised. I think that he wanted just to kiss me goodnight. He said, 'Five.' I told him, he was going to have six and I wanted to go to a motel. He took me."
Once inside the motel, Kirk E-was very nervous. Sabrina undressed and Kirk was still in his shorts. She came over to him and reached in his shorts.
"I hoped he was big, I was very hot and I wanted a lot of something to fill me up down there. That was the feeling I had. He had no identity except that he was another penis, I didn't think of him as a man. I aroused him, removed his shorts, then to my surprise, I had the desire that Helene had told me about, I put it in my wet mouth," she said.
Orally, she brought Kirk to the edge of completion several times; he kept begging her not to, because he had the determination to enter her.
"I let him poke me four times, he was in very fine condition," she stated. "I asked him to 'go down on me.' He said that he never had and didn't want to. I started fellating him and stopped, he was wild. 'Do it to me and I'll finish,' I promised. He did."
Sabrina had found that sex was the foundation of love and that a man's charger was the base.
"He figured that he had found a real hot piece and I knew that and I wanted to humble him, I turned over on my stomach, presented my round white buttocks, 'Kiss them all over, Kirk,' I said almost purring. He refused. I expected that. I told him, that if he didn't, I would never see him again.
Sabrina ran away from home and married at seventeen. The marriage was to a man of thirty-three, a salesman. They lived in Boise, Idaho.
"We screwed a lot, had fights and never got along. I didn't like being boxed in and marriage boxed me. I was an awful cook, I hated cleaning the house, I was frightened of having a child, I wanted freedom. We got a divorce," she said.
Her ties were broken with her husband and family. She drifted to San Francisco.
"I got in with this crowd, I don't take anything, but I found that they were free lovers. I had a lover for awhile, tired of him and got another. There are a lot of bisexual women here and lesbians, I turn them down when they hit on me. Lesbianism is a web and you can get tangled and never get free. I have seen too many women get involved, try to get back to men and go back to women."
Sabrina explained that some women are jealous but she is not. "One man is as good as another," she says.
There is a joke about a bride, who was so jealous, that she had male bridesmaids.
Sabrina likes mini-skirts. "It excites the guys, but I only wear them on week ends." Then she smiled. "I heard that years ago, to tell whether a girl had knock knees you listened."
Sabrina drives a car, that is in pretty sad shape. "I went to a garage and the mechanic said, 'Keep the oil and change the car.' "
Sabrina likes to sunbathe in the nude.
"People talk about destroying the moral fibre of the nation, you know, the hippies, that's a lot of baloney, we live a day to day existence and that's right. The squares really live a week to week, but they think that they have security. The only security, I think, is when you're six feet under. I never heard of a corpse being repossessed," Sabrina said.
"Every once in a while I go out with a guy, who has a noble glint in his eye and he wants to make an honest woman out of me, usually I find that he's undersexed, has a midget tool, and is almost a moron, but he has a good job, that he has learned to do after five years of practicing. Me, I like a variety of men. I pass on these guys."
As to the flower children, Sabrina smirks: "Some chicks feel motherly to those 127-pound weaklings, if they can paint, write poetry or sing. That's the scam. It's a weird scene!"
Sabrina said: "Sure, I meet a lot of turned on and freaked out people, but the squares are pretty phony. They look at my big behind and my bouncing bubbies and they want to make it with me. They think I'm some hot tailed little tramp, that they can jazz me and then walk away and I'll wave at them with a smile of thanks on my face. Not me; if they are squares and they get me, they've got to lay bread on me! I don't want them to think that they're getting me for nothing. Everything of value has a price, and I am of value."
Just what value Sabrina or people like her place on themselves, I never found out.
"Sometimes marriage can be a boring hopeless thing. I have this doll of a cousin, built like the pyramids and with a face like Mona Lisa, she's buried with this flake, who works as a puppet in the clothing department of-Stores. He'll never make any big money and he'll always be a flake and she has to let him do it to her with his eel. They have two kids and they look like two young toads, they are too fat and they are spoiled and ugly. Philip Wylie wasn't too wrong with the 'generation of vipers' bit!"
A chick, according to Sabrina, has to have some mystery. In an uncool world, it paid to be cool. To be a boss chick was very important. Sabrina considered herself a boss chick. She knew that if a man allowed a woman to control him, that all was lost for him. But in her opinion, there were not that many basically strong men running around.
Sabrina felt that squares get "out of their box" or "blow their wigs," more than the hippie set.
Sabrina felt that a lot of people settled for less, that they "copped out on life." She felt that she was leading the life she wanted to live.
"When you're with this crowd, life is one continuous party," Sabrina said. "Don't you think that it would be wonderful, that if you wanted to, you could be reborn as what you wanted to be and how you wanted to look?"
Sabrina introduced me to another girl, Regina L-, who had been a topless dancer, then she quit to be a mamma for a motorcycle gang. She was 22, redheaded, thin with small breasts, mannish hips.
"You lay all the guys, and after that, they never bother you and you belong to one guy. You ride like hell on a motorcycle and you live off the street. You learn how to live like a cat or a dog, you take things and run. Once I was in love with a young doctor, his parents didn't like me, because I got knocked up when I was 16 and adopted the kid out. I dropped him and that was that. That's when I started not to care," she explained.
"I think," the girl said, "that we all realize that when people talk about symptoms, then we all think that we might have the disease too."
"I find," she continued, "that men have good looking voices. I'm looking for a man, who is good looking within. I haven't found him. My life is a mess, but the right man could straighten it.
"I think everyone loves a loser and hates a winner. We know that winners had to work hard to get there," she explained.
"I have heard people say how much they love people and I have found that they don't really 'love' them individually. If you enjoy wasting time, then you're not really wasting it. When a man just paws you in bed and never talks to you, kick him out. I like a man to talk to me, if he doesn't open up, I don't open up.
"There aren't many men, who are rogue elephants. They all think in terms of instant sex. You date a guy and that night, he wants to get into you. There's too much nooky around in our group, so the men aren't so frustrated, they talk to you. I think that we know more about what's happening in the world, that's the story," she pointed out.
"Hippies are not 'derelicts,' " she stressed, "they are people who have never done anything quite right. They have never been anything of importance.
"A woman is a queen bee and a queen bee is always making honey," she pointed out.
"I guess men always pay a price for any woman they sleep with, even their wives. I am oversexed, I know that. I sleep around a lot, when I am alone I think about getting it. At a drunken party, I look for a man. I enjoy holding a man's plunger, before I have sex, I like to feel it. I like the stiffness. A woman is the taker, she just has to lay back and get it, a man has to get stiff, then do all the work. Sex is the name of the game, when you get old, you think of all the screwing that you did when you were young.
"Every middle-aged man would give up his wife and more if he could live with a hard bodied, good looking sexy young piece of tail," she smiled, "but they can't. They're Babbitts and they're stuck with their fat behinded, saggy bosomed wives, who make a chore out of getting laid. The excitement is gone after seven years, or ten years, at twenty years, a guy is just going through the motions. Me, I come when a guy just taps me on the shoulder. While having sex, I can climax about seven to eight times."
She finds that European men are less guilt-ridden. They will do anything sexually to please a woman, she explained. Once, she and another girl were in bed with a young Frenchman, she confessed, "He satisfied us both, but I must admit that he did everything there was to do several times. The other girl, Yvette was normal, but I am oversexed, he had to spend more time on me. She was French and later, she told me, that she enjoyed watching. She had seen a lot of lovemaking in hex time. 'Watching is fun to,' she said.
"It's what you say, that counts," she said, "not what you don't say. Women can't read men's minds and vice versa.
"Oh, I have given things a lot of thought, if you took a surgical approach to life and cut a man's thing off, then his life would be pretty shot. I don't think that men and women will ever get along. I think that the marital system is very weak, that's why there's so much adultery. No one can live by rules and husbands and wives very seldom change the rules. Then along comes the other woman, she's easy to make and we have a triangle.
"I think men have more energy than women. Energy is a priceless juice and men need it. Women sleep a lot, even the ones, that work," she said.
"When I am having sex I feel more living and breathing than any time in my life," she commented.
"We live in a society, where the man should dominate but doesn't," she smirked, sadly. "Men have no balls, figuratively speaking. Their patent excuse for things, that they can't handle, is that it's either immoral, illegal or fattening.
"I think that everyone has something sick in them, but I admit it, others don't," Regina opined, "The human being is unique, we don't even do it like animals. They can't do it all the ways we can. If sex is an itch, I itch constantly. I am careful who I sleep with because I feel that I can't get a disease-a social disease-I fear them. I check a man over carefully to see if he is clean."
She feels that every woman wants total adoration. "It is not possible," she added, "But I think that a man can respect a woman and respect her errors in living. There is no human life, that has an absence of mistakes."
She feels that a man spends a lot of his life talking to women for 'sexual purposes" trying to get "her in bed."
"I think that no man is really satisfied with one woman," she sizzled, "they just settle for it!"
Just how right or how wrong she is, is in the eye of the beholder. If you feel that Regina is a human being, who should be forgiven her errors, than she may have a lot of sense in her philosophy.
It is no secret that we are mixed up in the U.S. with excessive romanticism. We still think that a woman being a "virgin" is wonderful, but from the age of puberty, she runs a gauntlet of adult men, young boys and strangers, all of whom want to "get in her pants," If she reaches an age of 21 as a virgin, she is quite a woman.
Lesbianism is at a high, because we find there are a lot of divorcees who have failed in marriage; and are fair game for an experienced dyke. There are many young women, who go "lez" in their college years because of emotional problems. There are women, who are afraid of sex with men, who end up lesbians, because they are not afraid of sex with women. They are seduced by a skilled woman-lover and that is that.
A lesbian author once told me: "The division of the human species into male and female was a mistake!"
Back in the days of John Calvin, people were hanged for adultery. Today, adultery is as common as marriage in some states. Thirty-seven of the fifty states have laws against adultery, and there are forty-five states that have statues against fornification. However, Kinsey found that the majority of adult men admitted having sexual relations outside of marriage.
There are many women, who have secretly, been unfaithful to their unknowing husband, who falls asleep when they want sex. It is figured that one out of four wives will dabble into extra-martial intercourse during their lifetime.
The question of just what is unnatural today is up for grabs. In today's society, there is quite a controversy whether fellatio and cunnilingus can be considered "unnatural."
Some authorities relate that sodomy is becoming more frequent among married couples. Most people agree that they are uncertain about the future and they see security.
A doctor told me that some of his women patients have told him that they have a sexual response from anal intercourse, that is "very similar" to that they have when they have "vaginal sex."
Kinsey's statistics showed that 18.4 per cent of American men have performed orally on women prior to their marriage. 38.6 per cent women have performed fellatio on a male, prior to their marriage. The same source says that 45.3 per cent of the married men perform cunnilingus on their wives, and 42.7 percent of the men were recipients of fellatio from their wives.
Twenty per cent of the young girls at one major college admitted to have performed fellatio.
Twenty one percent of the men on the same campus admitted to performing cunnilingus.
Sex authorities state that the female does not initiate fellatio; she performs it because she is influenced to do it by the male. The man, who performs cunnilingus, does so on his own initiative.
In the U.S., sexual activity has increased and the "oversexed person" finds this a better climate for him or her.
One man said, "Because of this, I find more uninhibited women!"
A woman said: "Because of the amount of experienced men around, I find that I can get more satisfaction!"
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Homosexuality is an emotional disorder. It has been dealt with successfully with by psychiatry, but it seems that a great percentage of the homosexuals are content with their way of life.
Among these are the "oversexed homosexuals."
Judge Morris Ploscoewin, in Sex and the Law, states; "Whenever men are isolated from women, or women from men, for any length of time, homosexual relationships and activity eventually develop."
The homosexual man finds his way into a social world of homosexuals during his non-working hours, he frequents homosexual bars and hangouts, his companions are homosexual.
Kinsey had some shocking statistics. 37 per cent of the total male population have had overt homosexual experience to the point of orgasm after puberty and prior to the age of forty five. Among all males, approximately, 30 per cent have been brought to climax at least once through mouth/genital contact ... with other males.
Fourteen per cent have brought other males to climax in the same manner. Among single men to age thirty-five, 50 per cent have had overt homosexual contact resulting in an orgasm since puberty, of these 58 per cent went to high school, 50 per cent to grade school and 47 per cent to college.
In preadolescent boys, 17 per cent of those who engaged in homosexual activities admitted to having anal intercourse.
The majority of the preadolescents revealed that they participated in mouth-genital activity.
Among the women, 20 percent of the total population have had some overt homosexual experience prior to the age of 45 and 13 per cent have had relations to orgasm with another female. Among women unmarried at the age of 45, 26 per cent confessed that they had woman-to-woman sex.
Among homosexual women, 85 per cent stimulated the other woman's breasts, 78 per cent performed cunnilingus on the other woman.
Among women who have had homosexual experience, 51 per cent admitted it with a single partner, 20 per cent had it with two partners, 29 per cent had sex with three or more partners. Three per cent had between ten and twenty.
In the homosexual male, 22 per cent had over ten partners, eight per cent had over 100 partners.
Two males out of five have had homosexual contact!
In history there are records of death sentences and trials of males for homosexual activities, but few for females.
We find that 92 per cent of the whole population, male and female, has performed masturbation. In the females, 62 per cent have performed masturbation, 58 per cent of these women admit to masturbating to orgasm. 96 per cent of the nation's females have had premarital petting, which involved the sucking of their breasts, 39 percent experienced an orgasm while doing this.
Thirty-six per cent of the women who have not had sexual intercourse, have had manual masturbation, twenty-four per cent have given such manual stimulation to the male.
Eighty-seven per cent of women who have had intercourse, have been masturbated by a man; seventy-two have masturbated a man. Among women, who have had a lot of sexual intercourse; ninety-five per cent have received masturbation, 86 per cent have given it to a man.
This is the statistical climate where the homosexual woman and man operate.
Raoul T-is a very well educated Spaniard who lives in the U.S. He is at thirty, an admitted homosexual, he makes a good living in the advertising industry, dresses well, has an expensive car and a well furnished apartment.
He is short, thin, average looking.
"I chose to be a homosexual, when I found I could not tolerate, enjoy or successfully, have sex with women. I was more comfortable with men, I dated this girl, Irma L-, her brother was a friend of mine. Our dalliance at trying to have sex was a failure, I ejaculated within twenty seconds, couldn't get a second erection, I slapped her when she started to fondle me to get me ready again. I later found, that I could not successfully copulate with women," he revealed.
Irma's brother, Paul was three years older than her. He saw the "latent homosexual" in Raoul.
"One night, he stayed over at my apartment, he needled me about sex, fondled me, then performed fellatio on me. He urged me to sodomize him, which I did. He moved in with me and I was the dominating male and he was the 'taker.' We broke up later and I found another companion and I became a taker. It all depends on the relationship. I have tried girls periodically, but find that I cannot fornicate with them. It is a mental block."
Raoul has known many "gay" men, who have never had an interest in women.
"There is a great difference in going to bed with a man rather than a woman, "Raoul says, "Emotionally, I mean. I find that I am more easily relaxed with a man. I am nervous with a woman, because I feel that she expects me to sexually bring her off. I never have made a woman climax. Once, I tried to sodomize a woman, I had the erection and made the insertion, the minute I touched her breasts, my erection melted."
Raoul admits that he has been to bed with every man, who has slept over night in his apartment.
He also admits to having seduced "younger men."
"At work, I was in the men's room, this young stock boy was there. He had a wonderfully large organ. I got excited and wanted to touch it, I controlled it and invited him out to dinner. He went. He told me about his problems with women and I realized, that I had a latent young man. I took him home and that night, I fellated him. After that I had him sodomize me and I sodomized him. He was completely brought out and very gay. After that, we took turns," he explained, "Around me, he was very feminine; at work, he acted more male; many gay people have that ability."
Raoul admits that he is oversexed, he likes watching erotic sex. One night, the stock boy brought a "way out girl," who liked homos.
"I sodomized him while he performed cunnilingus on her. She brought a dildo with her and laughingly got me to put it on, urged by her and the young man, I fornicated her with it on, to my surprise, she climaxed and gripped me close. I was astounded, I had never made a woman climax, she kissed me and I felt very strange," he explained, "She told me, that other homosexuals had done her with a dildo. I think she was telling the truth."
Raoul feels that the homo is beyond the pale.
"I am a stud homo, I am known as a man, who will have with two men or maybe three a night. That is unusual," Raoul pointed out.
"If you know where to go, you can get plenty of sex, there are more gay men, than people realize. At work, a new man came from New York and took over an executive position, I spotted him as 'gay.' At a party, I led him in a bedroom, locked the door, unzipped myself, he looked at me. I stared at him, 'Do it, you want to,' I said. He got on his knees and fellated me. He helped me a lot at the office and one night he called me, he wanted me to have anal sex with him. I told him to come over. He is a virile-looking man," Raoul related.
The man's secretary has the "hots" for him, Raoul laughed. "She's wasting her time."
Unfortunately, Raoul says, "the femininity in many men is very visible. Society is rough on the homo and the smart older homo is kind to him. He has sex with him a lot. He helps him. It is hard to leave this and ask for medical help. If it fails, where are you?"
Raoul feels that all men act at being manly. It is a game, he says. Women try to "castrate" all men but they like "homos" as friends.
One sexy woman, Raoul knows, got him into her bed and "humiliated" him. "She enjoyed it. She wanted to rub it in my face, that I couldn't do to her what a lot of men had, I got out of that bed, grabbed her by her hair, dragged her out and beat her. She was stunned, she raced around the floor screaming. The room was soundproof. I overpowered her, stripped her completely and stood over her. She looked up, she knew what I was going to do, she cried, 'No!' It was too late, the first stream hit her."
"The gay man fears loneliness and the cruelty of women. Men will not say anything to hurt a gay man, but women will broadcast it and tell everyone within reach, who is a queer and who isn't. It's in their mystique," Raoul philosophized.
"Gay people chatter a lot; in that respect they are like women. Women like associating with gay men at dress shops, beauty shops, and places like that. They date them, even though they are sexy women. One sexy woman told me, that she felt comfortable with a gay man. He just said, 'Goodnight,' the other men tried to have sex with her forcibly," Raoul narrated.
"I don't give a damn anymore, I guess I'll die gay," Raoul admitted, "I am whorish in that I like sex with a lot of men. I have had straight men, but only to perform fellatio on, they never did anything to me.
"I think that they exaggerate when they consider gay men as a menace, we only have sex with other adults, who are permissive," the executive said.
Raoul looked at me. "We all do what we want, and in the end, we all go into oblivion!"
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
One unwed mother told me: "I just couldn't put my baby up for adoption."
A beautiful dark-haired young woman, she had a good job in manufacturing plant. She fell in love with one of her bosses, who was handsome and single.
She saw no reason why her lover wouldn't marry her. He had a dozen excuses and she tried to find someone to abort her. By the time she found an unethical doctor, it was too late.
She went to a home for unwed mothers to have the baby and left. "I couldn't do it," she said.
Today, she has moved to another city and changed her name. "I couldn't take it in my home town, sure, I'm a hot pants girl, but you'd think that I'd climb in bed with anyone, the way all these guys tried to date me and drag me into bed. They would forget themselves and refer to my unmarried status. I said, 'To hell with it.' "
The young lady's "hot pants" doesn't stop, but she has learned a lesson and she will protect herself.
Women are very clever, the soiled doves pose as unsoiled doves. If men have skeletons in their closet, there are many women, who poses as innocents, who need as many as three closets for their skeletons.
Women have a natural facility for an art of passing off their blemished past and pretending that nothing happened. If any change ensues in a woman because of a disastrous marriage, you can never tell, because she immediately dons a new cloak of ill treated fragility. Her ex-husband is usually a blackguard. Even the most sensual woman wants her new beau to give her the sexual worship, that is given a vestal virgin.
All this makes as much sense as a zebra making love to a pair of striped pajamas, that he fell in love with.
Whether some women are capable of love of a man or love of his sex organ is an important question. Even the most ill treated young woman, who has been used by many men, will give in to the blandishments of a smooth young con man, who wants to make love to her, if he praises her beauty, her figure and tells her how charming she is.
Behind all modern-day intrigue, you can find women. The ardent Casanova knows that women stretch the truth, but he cajoles them, romances them, courts them, with the one aim in view to possess them, yet, it is a fact, that no man can possess a woman physically unless she wants him too.
The world is filled with a variety of sexually oriented women, who can gratify any whim of any man; they are oversexed, many of them, and they love for the love of love. Others love love-making, but feel that they can enrich themselves along with the pleasure.
For every human on earth there is a sex pleasure, which only they know. It may be way out, erotic, abnormal. Many men of the world, who have sampled the hot bodies and the quivering sex entrances of some of the most passionate women in the world agree that love and lust are very much the same.
A man must keep his mastery over women, women are full of tricks, artifices and are seldom frank about their lives. They are expert at lying. They are forever looking for ecstasy and kindness, no matter how cruel they are to a man.
A beautiful woman is young just once. As she ages, she thinks of ways to make up for any ravages that Nature may have made on her looks. When she gets to her late 30's, she chronically lies about her age and this continues for the rest of her life.
A freshly-laid young lady will greet a young man, let him warm her up to the point of fornication and tell him, that no one has made love to her in three months. A woman's sex organs have the greatest influence on her, nothing else compares to them. The man who cannot sexually satisfy his woman, is soon cuckolded or jettisoned.
There isn't any man who can honestly say that he has never been outwitted or deceived by a woman.
The more any man loves a woman, the more she can deceive him. One woman, who was quite a swinger, told me, that she lied so much, that she never knew sometimes, when she told the truth. Women are both liars and deceivers of necessity.
One woman, who had so many lovers, she had a hard time remembering them, although she was only twenty-eight, said: "If I spread my life out like a table cloth for men to look at, no man would date me or possibly marry me. I've done a lot of things, that are hard to explain and a lot of things, that I am internally ashamed of!"
Women have found it amusing to make men jealous, especially sexy women and we find police blotters all over the country filled with murders caused by these little whims.
Our standard has changed so much that today, men try to please women much more than women try to please men. Women are very independent.
After a family squabble, a married man of seventeen years left his wife and children for one night, the wife went out and let a man make love to her. Women get their revenge real fast.
Karen J-is twenty-one, she has seen a lot of life. She has at her ripe young age, been the mistress of a wealthy young Texan, she has been married once to a young man of no means, who got killed in a plane crash, and left her with a child, a little girl.
Karen sent the girl to her mother. She had a weakness for married men. They would get her hot, get her into bed, make love to her, tell her that they were going to divorce their wives and marry her.
None of them ever did.
Karen was oversexed and a girl friend, Hilda, aged 30, gave her some good advice, "Why don't you keep your panties on, kiss off all the married men, find a nice young unmarried guy and start dating him? Otherwise, you're going to be putting out and out and out and when you get my age you're going to be a beat up round heeled broad, ready to become a hooker."
Karen tells of how she lost her virginity at 18. She worked for this big insurance company and the boss took her to dinner. They ended up at his place and he seduced her.
"I always wanted to get screwed and this guy was young, successful, unmarried. Later, I found out that I was just another piece to him, the whole thing was a game. He had seduced four other girls at his place," she said.
"I confronted him with the whole thing and he said that he'd keep me as his mistress, I told him that I lived with my parents and I couldn't do that, and he smiled. 'Okay, good hunting, look for a husband!' "
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, even a woman Karen's age.
She called the big boss, lied to him, told him that she was pregnant and that her boss wouldn't marry her. The guy was called on the carpet, the company was too keen on the idea of an 18 year-old local girl getting knocked up and then thrown away.
The guy agreed to marry her, but Karen agreed to take $2000 and leave town and have the baby away from home.
Later, the man found out it was a lie and beat the hell out of her, when he found her in this small town. After that, he moved again, to C-and married again.
This time, the guy was nothing much and to her surprise, when she was steaming hot, she found that he was good for one climax a night and that came about two minutes after he entered her vagina.
She sent him to doctors, but there was no help.
Then a married man happened on the scene, he told her after several wild rides in the hay with her, to dump the young husband, take the child and get a divorce and he would too. After that they'd get married.
She got her divorce, but Mr. Big never got his.
Vengeful Karen called his wife, using an assumed name and told her that Mr. Big was committing adultery and the adultress even had a child with him. Mrs. Big divorced Mr. Big and Karen refused to marry him. "I told him to go to Hell," she said.
This was her kind of thinking, wild, illogical, gaining nothing for no one, including herself.
With a man who appealed to her, Karen was a pushover. She met a young man, whom she had met in San Francisco, took him to her apartment. She had sex with him seven times.
"It was cool with me sweating and the wind coming in through the window, I was in the mood to get plugged so I took this guy to my place, got him stiff, and made him plug me, plug me, plug me. I came, I came, I came. I like that, I like the moment, who am I? A whore? No, I don't take bread. I just like taking it while I'm on my back. Kicks, I guess!"
She was a liar, she had lived with men, taken their money, she had been another man's mistress. In a way, she felt that she was telling the truth, anyway, as much truth as she dared tell.
Women are like that.
One night when I talked to Karen, she was feeling sexy and she related a long list of men whom she had laid. They were all big stuff. Some had promised her the moon, marriage, anything. She was wild in the sack. She made them promise her the good road, while they took her down the primrose path.
Every swinger wants to find redemption in the love of a good man, but unfortunately every good man digs a wild swinger. It's the way the world is.
"The problem is that I care for sex, I know that, but can I care for a man, really care, or do I dig his tool pumping in me, if that's it, then I shouldn't marry again, because that isn't it, that doesn't cut the marriage scene, it has to be more than that, I know," Karen said.
Karen found another married man, who was a pervert.
He would make her strip to the waist and feel her breasts; he had to beat her to get excited enough to cohabitate with her.
He did a lot of other sick things.
"I feel sorry for him," she explained, one night, he beat her so bad that she was hospitalized. Fearing a scandal, the man came to see her, she left town again.
The Karens spend their whole life making one mistake after another, they are ruled by the sensitive dent in between their thighs, not their brain.
They purposely, psychologists say, find married men, because deep in their subconscious they know that the men will not divorce to marry them.
They are masochistic and sometimes sadistic. A hospital psychologist said that Karen probably liked the beating that her lover gave her up until the vicious one, that put her in the hospital.
That's the way women like this are.
It is hard to understand women, because women don't understand women themselves.
A famous actress, with whom I worked on a motion picture, was brought over to the United States from Europe along with a famous director, who had discovered her.
She had a wild sex affair with the director, despite the fact, that she was married to a set designer, who came to the U.S. with her along with their son.
The director failed; his technique was too costly, but the actress became a big star. Her husband worked a bit at the studios, then drifted into the background.
A top male star fell in love with her, on location in the desert he had sex with her. She was a master at fellatio and enjoyed sodomy. Their desert orgy sparked a wild romance and the male star, who enjoyed cunnilingus, was seen by one of her wardrobe women "going down on her" in her dressing room.
The male star was after her to divorce her husband, who just sat home and took care of the child. She refused. One day at a drunken party, he found out why.
A drunken starlet was talking to a young director, and said, "I got a part in-'s picture, but I had to let her eat me! That's the way it is. Damn near every girl who's up for a second lead in any of her films goes the same route."
The male star was surprised, but said nothing.
One day, he talked to her wardrobe woman. The woman said nothing. He got very chummy; but the woman valued her job and clammed up.
She had a beach house and he had the key. One weekend, when she told him that she would be busy at the beach house studying a new script and not to come see her, he agreed.
Late that night, he drove to the house, he walked to the side where he heard laughter. He looked into the bedroom window, Harriet H-, a starlet was nude, her legs held high in the air, the star had her head buried between them, the girl's haunches were shaking as she half laughed and half sighed. He watched as long as be could stand it, then left.
He broke off with her.
Since then, her career has continued and so has her seduction of young women. The husband is used to it and has even been in the same room, where his wife was locked in a '69' with another woman.
"He has learned to live with it," a friend explained, "He doesn't mind, he has money, a home, his child. He has outside women. He never knew that she was a lesbian even in Europe, but later he learned that she had had women in Europe too."
The actress has a rich dyke lover, who is her "dream man." They meet about six times a year and make love. In between, they settle for young women.
One of Hollywood's most famous madams stated that women like sexual intercourse, the most, but ranked cunnilingus second.
"Once a man starts doing it to a woman," the madam pointed out," she will never stop him. However, a minority of the women, that I have known, straight women and hookers both, climax when they are being done that way!"
A Texas heiress, thrice divorced, flies handsome young men, usually financially embarrassed, to her big ranch. The master bedroom is completely mirrored, the walls are mirrored.
The heiress wears out two young brutes each weekend. It is an open secret, but no press dares print it. Once a columnist hinted at her eccentricities in his column, he was fired at once.
Her business takes one million dollars worth of advertising in the Texas papers.
One drunken night, the heiress pulled a Lady Godiva ride up to the bunkhouse nude on a pinto. She walked in, pulled the blankets off a newly hired young cowpoke. She grabbed his rangefinder, fondled it, yelled for the bunkhouse to be cleared.
All the sleepy cowpokes got out, while the cattle queen proceeded to have sex with the startled young man.
No one said a word.
The heiress checked into a hotel in another Texas city, the room clerk appealed to her. He was young and a former football star. She invited him to her room for a drink and sex. He refused.
Thirty minutes later, the president of the hotel chain called him. He advised him to go to bed with the heiress or look for another job. He was also offered a $500 bonus for being cooperative.
The young clerk went to her suite, turned both her and himself on, shook the cover with her, rolled in the sack, made her gasp as she climaxed.
The next week, she bought the hotel and put him in charge!
She heard about Hawaiian beach boys one day from a friend. She was in Dallas, she flew her plane to Honolulu, had sex with the beach boy her friend had talked about, flew home that night, and the next morning, she had breakfast with her friend.
"You know he has the strangest tattoo and when he's fornicating you, it moves," she enthused, the friend looked at her in awe.
Then getting her composure, she laughed, "You do believe in instant nooky!"
The heiress is a heavy drinker and has had a great battle with the sauce. One night, she was in the company of a heavy drinking movie star. They were stoned, when she made him a bet.
There were two potted palms on each side of the stage. The floor show was in progress when the actor got up, went to the stage, unzipped while the show was going on, watered one palm and staggered over to the other.
Then he yelled to the heiress, as the cast looked on in amazement, "You owe me $50!"
The heiress stages sex circuses for her guests, and at the end participates with one of the men in the circus herself.
She believes in ghosts and entertained a ghost hunter.
"I want to have you contact this man ghost, R-T-. I hear that he was a sexy bastard, and I want to hear about some of the sex orgies he was in!"
The ghost-breaker took off; he was quite unsuited.
It seems that the sex life of a ghost is private.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
An interesting fact is that lizards are all female. In history, we are told, there has only been one male lizard found. He must have been a tired lizard, when you stop and think about it!
Sex is a great concern to most people.
There is a man who says that kissing leads to tooth decay. He says that you can get a cavity in a month, if you kiss too much. This is a nation wide theory. The study was made on rats because their teeth are made out of the same material as human teeth.
Another researcher is perfecting a theory that constant sex calms men and women. People who don't have enough sex, he opines, are much more nervous than fornicators, who have a steady diet of lovemaking.
So you can see that remarkable things are being done.
A Beverly Hills private club has a room where there are two-way mirrors and members can sit behind the mirrors, drink and eat, and still watch other male and female members making love. It is a modem "peepshow."
The members pay extra for this service. In many cases, they end up in another suite, that has no two-way mirrors to cool each other off. The club also sells real French pictures, which are very hard to get nowadays.
Private clubs are very important. There is another private club on Wiltshire Boulevard in Los Angeles, that caters only to homosexuals. They are in live-in young male prostitutes, who are being kept by "queer" wealthy men.
The men visit their "proteges" there and make love.
Many of the men are top executives, some are married! There is a dining room there, that rivals the finest in Europe in regard to cuisine, there is a swimming pool, where there have been naked sex parties. There are showers, with rubber couches in them for sex.
Back to women, a $200 a night call girl, Kiki 0-, who admits to twenty-nine years, says; "Women want to be desired."
Kiki will do anything for money.
She tells a story of getting a call to go visit a VlP in Beverly Hills. The fee was $500.
Kiki got the address and headed out to the house. A maid answered the door. Kiki went in and found out the man she was to see was a woman, and this woman is a famous star.
"She wanted me to go to bed with her," sighed Kiki. "I said, go to bed with a woman for $500!"
Kiki paused, then added, "So she raised it to $700 and we had a ball!"
Los Angeles and Beverly Hills have many kooks.
A big petroleum executive invites five beautiful girls to dinner. There is $50 at each of their plates as a gift. There is a catch, they must eat dinner nude.
After dinner, the magnate picks one of the girls for his sex mate for the night. For her frolicking in the sack, she gets an additional $1000 gift.
No girl he has chosen has refused to spend the night with him yet. These girls are "party girls," not "call girls."
A "call girl" normally charges; a "party girl" has sex for kicks, but she will on occasion take monetary gifts.
In Connecticut, two wealthy women had a young man locked in their attic and the two nymphos used him daily like tooth paste. The guy got sick of being sexually drained and tried to escape and the two women caught him and brought him back.
After they tired of him and found another young man, they freed him.
They gave him some money not to tell the police. He took it. He told the story everywhere, people thought he was kidding. However, some people knew the two women and knew the story was true. Especially one night, when he was telling his story after seeing a theatrical play, another young man looked at him.
The freed captive looked at the man, "You don't believe me, do you?"
"I do, man! I've been in that same room too, and when that blonde got hold of me, I almost went crazy, I'm ticklish!" he answered.
The sex slave looked stunned, one of the women liked to tickle him. He realized that the other man was telling the truth too!
King Farouk, who had great sex prowess, had a man on the payroll, who looked for young ladies for him, virgins were a delicacy too.
In the East, there is a magnate, who has custom tailored suits, manicured fingernails, he has a secretary who makes $300 a week. Part of her job is to each morning perform fellatio on him!
There is a story about this.
Previously, he had another secretary, a blonde, who had been a professional whore. She came to him one day, and said that she wanted to kick the life.
He agreed to hire her at $100 a week.
No sex was involved yet.
One afternoon, she was very hot and they had sex on the divan in his office; she decided to "blow him."
Later, she told him that she needed more money. He told her that he would give her $300 a week for her secretarial services along with fellatio.
She bought it.
Two years later, she came to him and told him that she was quitting.
He said, "Okay, but get me a replacement, that does the same thing you do."
The girl complied.
The new secretary does the same tasks, but is not as skilled, but he told friends one day, 'she's learning!"
It seems that if you are oversexed, it helps to be wealthy.
There is a young man, a king among the young lovers, who inherited $2 million. He has an actress fetish and came to Hollywood. He has laid a great many actresses, however, in ten years, he frittered away about $1 million on love.
He was working on his second million when he married. The marriage ended in divorce when his wife caught him in bed with her sister, who was an actress.
The actress fetish again!
He lived with the sister a short while and then started haunting Hollywood's Sunset Strip. He was almost through the second million, part of which went for a divorce settlement, when he was given another $2 million earned by the company he owned.
It seems that the hot bodied young ladies of Sunset, most whom come from middle class and many times poor families, are specialists at taking rich men.
One young lady, who dines out a lot, usually racks up a "$75 dinner bill."
A 19-year-old hooker, Pamela H-, who gives herself to beatnik musicians for nothing, charges executives $200 a night.
"You won't believe it, but one guy paid me $150 to let him have intercourse with my navel!" she said.
She did it.
A steel executive, who is a master of "dog fashion" intercourse, finds young ladies with "beautiful behinds." They can be sixteen to thirty-six; the most important thing is their behinds.
There is never a money dispute, the going price is $200, paid upon completion.
All the women in his offices have big behinds. He has paintings in his office of naked women with big behinds. It is an important thing in his life.
Why?
"It is a psychotic thing with him; he is a man who has a big-behind fetish. He is in the position to satisfy it, if he wasn't, he would have a greater problem," a psychiatrist told me.
Another rich fetishist has a girl come to his bachelor apartment dressed in tight capris and a bra, there are no panties under the capris, she dances a go go, takes off the bra and then the capris. She dances nude until he is completely aroused, then she impales herself on him, screwing to the music, which is still playing. She does this until he climaxes.
This is called Sex-a-Go-Go.
These oversexed men do these acts behind locked doors and have the money to pay. Unfortunately, there are poor sick oversexed young men, who have the same drives, and try to do the same acts, without having the right girls and the money to pay. They usually end up in mental hospitals or in jail.
There are many secretaries who lay their bosses in big corporations. When you go into the offices, they are efficient, stem faced, business-like.
I was in Palm Springs and a tycoon, about fifty, told me that he had his secretary at the hotel.
"She has the biggest knockers! I'm supposed to be in San Francisco, but I came here. I need sex and she gives it to me, she has a gigantic bottom and she is very efficient at screwing. That's very important, she can't live off what I pay her at the office, but I deposit money in her special account, it helps," he said.
Most of these men do not get fellatio from their wives, who are usually their own age, or if they get it they don't get it often enough or expertly enough.
In every case, where I gained the confidence of any tycoon, who had relations with his secretary, he praised her ability to "French" him.
Oral sex is a delight to these men, just as it was to the aristocratic Romans and Greeks of centuries ago.
An oversexed Washington produce tycoon likes Negro women. He likes to have sex with them.
He has a hunting lodge and that is where he takes his dark beauties. He likes to have sex with them on a big bearskin rug.
"Negro women are wild!" he says. "I screwed a Negro singer once in New Orleans. We made it for six hours. She was all over me and she keep taking it out of me, drop by drop. She was all sex. I worked over those boobies, I had her so hot, that she was dying. She even lost count of how many times she finished. When I came, it was like dying, that kind of feeling. I like the Negro woman, she knows that a man has to be completely done out. I never had a Negro woman leave me where I could get stiff again. It's an instinct with them. They are born to screw, they know how."
There are many men like him. There are many Negro mistresses.
One of Hollywood's biggest male stars started a torrid romance with a colored female star. They rocked Hollywood with their sex marathon, that traveled to Palm Springs, Malibu, Santa Monica, Beverly Hills, Portland, Utah.
An aide said, "They are always in that sack, making it. He can't leave that thing of hers alone. I think that they'll screw themselves to death."
Suddenly, it was over.
The star married, and the Negro girl went back to New York.
Then there are the beach parties that you see in the movies, and the Malibu beach parties, on private beaches, where the host has his dog perform fellatio on a naked drunken female guest.
Or where couples fornicate in the sand.
At one party, all the couples were screwing and a lonely hot pantied girl grabbed the host's arm and said, "There's no one for me."
The host returned moments later with his butler, who promptly laid the girl on the sofa .and in five minutes had her moaning as she approached a climax. Malibu is very sexy.
There are kept women at Malibu and kept gay men, who are the boy friends of rich men, who manufacture perfume, ceramics, clothes, everything.
There are rich queers and poor beach boys.
A woman at a party asked me, "Did you ever see a poor fag?"
I wasn't sure. I never gave it much thought.
Now I wonder.
A fag builder married a sexy sculptress for front and still had sex with his best friend. When she told him, that she needed loving from a man, he hired a male prostitute as a gardener, who lives in.
They are all very happy now.
Everything can be solved, if thought is given to solving it.
The first cop-out for a virgin after she has lost her virginity is to cry, after that, that she is determined to make a million with that thing between her thighs.
There is just one problem-every woman has one!
But not all women are beautiful or shapely.
I helped bring in an oversexed beautiful actress, who never made a film. She was too busy reading scripts and going to bed with the producer.
She liked that because she was oversexed.
She had enormous breasts and she liked to have them sucked. She told me, that the producer liked to suck them.
"When he sucks them long enough, I come," she informed me. She was very fair and she had a big behind.
One day, she called me to her apartment, she was naked, I studied her white body. She pointed to her pubic hair.
"Should I shave it?" she asked.
A magazine was doing a nude layout on her and paying the producer $2000, he was giving her half. "No, keep it," I advised her.
She did the layout and after it, I couldn't help seeing her port of entry. She told me, that she had been married to a wealthy man in England.
"He used to make me give him trips around the world," she complained, "I was like a sex animal to him. I left him. It got to be too much. He liked to keister me." She pointed to her big behind.
It bothered me looking at her, I was human and she was very sexy.
She confessed that she had laid the manager of her apartment house. "He came in for coffee and," she laughed, "he got cream!"
She loved seduction.
At a party, she spotted a big movie executive. "He's such a loudmouth," she said.
In an hour, she had him on his knees in a bedroom, performing cunnilingus on her and telling her that he loved her. She screwed a lot and ate a lot. We got her a film and she was declared too fat We dieted her.
She found a young man, rich, with a "big dong," and ran off to Mexico with him. She had him until he was so weak, that he entered a Mexican hospital.
She came back to Hollywood, did a TV show and found a millionaire, who carted her off to Palm Springs.
The millionaire, a drunk, was a sodomite.
Once again, she presented her bottom to a man for sexual purposes. He gave her money. He wanted to marry her.
"I'll get a divorce," he told her. "I'm separated and my best friend is screwing my wife!"
Her visa was up, she never worked but the one TV show, so home she went.
In England, she starred in two films, both smashes. She did a play and they had a big role in a top film for her. She was too fat.
She dieted and died two months later of malnutrition. I was very sad. She was a nice person, sexy but nice.
There was a beautiful girl, daughter of a great soldier and a woman lawyer. She was very bright. But she had a problem. I met her in Portland.
I was there with a magician friend and she said, "I laid everybody on the Oregon campus including some of the professors. I'm hot all the time, I like to do it. At the hotel, I laid the bellhop. He was scared stiff. I got on top of him. I'll bet I was his first piece. I got him off though, I'll bet I made a man out of him!"
She got out of college and got a job as a buyer for a large department store. She met a prize fighter, who had a chance to be a champion in his division, lured him to Seattle.
A sports editor told me: "When they found him, he was drained, she screwed everything out of him. He had to go into the hospital and take Vitamin E shots!"
She relocated in New Mexico at the writers' colony.
First, she shacked up with a writer.
He threw her out, they were in bed too much and he couldn't get his writing done.
Then she found an Indian who was built like a stud horse. They hit it off. She got him roaring drunk on booze, they had wild sex and wild fights.
The Indian Agent stepped in, and in order not to embarrass her father she left the state.
A year later, they found her dead in Paris. No one had known that she was over there.
EPILOGUE
There is humor in the foregoing pages: there is tragedy, there is death.
We deal with a disease that society ignores, and that really has scant cure.
We have read about the over passionate, the insatiable.
It is not a pleasurable state; it is torture, it is hell. Sometimes, they feel that there is no end of the road.
One girl said: "There is a new face leering at me, and a new body plunging into me and I want to scream, but I don't. What for?"
Desire is there, but it is the song of the Devil.
Passion is there, but it has roots in hell.
I worked for a man, who was married to a nympho. He was quite successful and traveled a lot. His wife was beautiful, blonde, shapely. She was twenty-seven.
She would call him long distance and in her drunken voice torment him.
"I'm in bed with a man, I picked up, and he's built bigger than you," she would say. "Listen to us do it!" He would hear her moans and the bed screeching over the phone, he was so fascinated he couldn't put the phone down. When she was done, she hung up.
She did this a lot.
One morning, she got up and looked in the mirror. It was her twenty-eighth birthday, she looked 49. She went to the medicine cabinet, took a handful of seconal tablets, downed them.
Her maid found her.
She left a suicide note, it read, "You will find me in the bathroom, where I belong." She had signed it.
They are everywhere, burning with passion, walking the streets. They pay for sex, they save money for sex. They fly to Mexico. They go to Paris.
A beautiful 33-year-old woman executive flipped after her divorce from her husband, went lesbian, and ran off with her next door neighbor's 19-year-old daughter.
They were gone three months and there the woman tired of the young girl.
When the girl came home, the mother told a friend, "I didn't recognize her, she's like a man!"
The girl switched back to men.
One day, she took off to Paris with a girl friend, who was twenty-five, a hard-faced, cold woman.
The mother sobbed one day, "They got arrested, both of them. They were working in a call house on the Champs Ely sees in Paris!"
What better place for an oversexed woman or two oversexed women?