AES-107  Bedtime Assholes
[aka 'Bottoms Up']
by Frank Hargrove


INTRODUCTION 

"The manager of the club called us into the office right after the show one 
night. It had been a lousy crowd. And the few people who were there hadn't 
paid hardly any attention to us ... 

"You gotta come up with a new gimmick,' the greaser says. 'Your act ain't 
worth shit.' 

"There's just so much you can do in a fuck act,' I said. But it wasn't much 
of an argument. 

"You got a week to come up with something that'll turn the Johns on,' he 
says. 'If not, I get a new act.' 

"Both Sandy and I nodded, but we were miserable. What in the hell could we 
add to the act that would be different? A club up the street had two guys 
and a girl; a club down the street had two girls and one guy. Dogs were out; 
that was against the law. 

"We stayed up all night and wracked our brains. Donkey? 'Shit no,' Sandy 
said, and she meant it. 

"We considered fucking on a tightrope, but neither of us knew how. 

"Finally, about seven o'clock in the morning, while the sun was streaming in 
on our bed, I turned to Sandy. 'You ever take it up the ass?' I asked. She 
looked at me sort of funny. 

"I think we might have our gimmick,' she says and turns over on her side. 
She wanted to go to sleep. 

"Hey, wake up,' I said and shook her shoulder. 'You didn't answer me. Have 
you ever had it up the ass?' 

"Nope.' 

"Okay, baby,' I said. 'Roll over.' 

"She argued but she finally rolled over. On her back. 'How do you go about 
fucking somebody in the ass?' I asked her. 

"She thought a minute. 'The same way you fuck regular, I guess,' she 
answered. 

"So I got between her legs. The whole fucking idea of putting my prick up 
her ass had me turned on. Even if it wasn't in front of people. 

"I felt down around her asshole and of course it was dry as hell. I had a 
little spot of juice on the tip of my cock, but I didn't think that was 
enough. 

"You're dry,' I said to her. She looked at me like I was stupid. 'Of course, 
I'm dry,' she said. 'Get some kind of cream or something.' 

"So I hopped off the bed and went in the bath-room. I came back with some 
cold cream or shit like that. I got my fingers all smeared up and started 
wiping it around the crack in her ass. 'Put some inside, stupid,' she says. 
I hesitated. I hated her when she called me names. 

"So I was just a little rough when I stuck my finger up her ass. She yelled 
like an Indian. 'For Chrissake, that's not a dead piece of meat you're 
poking,' she said. 'Take it easy.' 

"I didn't want to rile her up, so I eased off with the roughness. I put one 
finger back in her and got her nice and greasy. Then I slipped a second one 
in, trying to widen that tiny hole a little. She was tight as hell. And that 
turned me on. The truth is, Sandy's cunt was getting a little sloppy. After 
all, she was getting it twelve times a week from me, and I ain't small, plus 
any tricks she picks up at the club. So you know that cunt of hers had to be 
pretty well used. 

"I put the cream down. 'That didn't feel bad at all,' she said. 'In fact it 
felt pretty good.' 

"That was my Sandy for you. She dug just about anything. 

"I got back up on the bed and back into position between her legs. This time 
when I felt around her asshole my finger slid in nice and easy. And Sandy 
groaned out in pleasure. She'd lost all thought of going to sleep. She was 
turned on again. 

"I kept wondering as I started to press my cock up against her ass why she 
was enjoying it so much. I mean, what's up a girl's asshole to make getting 
fucked there feel good? I finally came to the conclusion that in Sandy's 
case it was just the case of doing something new, weird and freaky. 

"I took it real easy at first. After all, I was shoving a lot of meat in 
that little hole and I didn't want to fuck it up. Hey, that's good. I said I 
didn't want to fuck it up, but that's what I was really doing, right? 
Fucking right up that little hole. 

"I pressed until the knob of my cock slipped up inside her. Just the knob. 
She was breathing heavy by this time. 'Christ, it feels like a fucking fence 
post,' Sandy said. 

"Now, I'm pretty big, but believe me, I'm not as big as a fence post. But it 
was good to hear her say that anyway. 

"I pressed again and a couple of inches of my prick slid up into her. 
'Jesus,' she groaned. I couldn't tell if she was liking it or not liking it. 
But to tell you the truth, the whole bit was turning me on so much, I really 
did not care if she was liking it or not. 

"One more good shove and I was up in that ass to the hairs. But with that 
last shove, Sandy started yelling like a bandit. That hurts,' she screamed. 
'Take it out!' 

"So I took it out. I didn't want to but I did. 

"C'mon, baby,' I said to her. 'You're gonna have to cooperate if we're going 
to get this act in shape.' 

"It's not your ass that's getting fucked,' she said real nasty. Til get my 
asshole in shape my own way.' 

"I didn't know it, but what she said meant I wasn't going to get to fuck her 
ass that night. Nor the next. I didn't know what she was doing, but she 
promised to have her ass ready for the opening of the new act on Thursday. 
That's sort of funny. Her ass was our new gimmick. 

"To be honest, I did have an inkling of how she was going about getting that 
ass in shape. I walked into the bathroom one day when she was in there. She 
screamed at me to get the hell out-she was always screaming at me-and I did, 
but not before looking down at her on the John. She had her hand wrapped 
around one of those big fucking vibrators and she was sticking that thing up 
her ass to beat the band. I mean, really driving it. 

"Well, if that's how she got her kicks, it was okay with me. As long as she 
was ready for Thursday." 

The original sexual drive, as given to us by Nature, is one we share with 
all living beings. Without this intense drive, or instinct, a species would 
not propagate and thus would rapidly become extinct. 

We do well to remember, however, that this instinct is very broad and vague, 
even though it is very intense. It is with us from birth and it makes us 
desire intimate contact with another living being. It is through learning, 
in the first place, that our desire for intimate contact remains with our 
own species. At puberty the sex instinct concentrates on the sex organs. At 
this time of life, the drive becomes an almost uncontrollable urge, rapidly 
reaches its maximum and stays at a peak till about age thirty. From then on 
it begins to decline. 

An undifferentiated urge for intimate contact exists, of course, only in a 
human being who, like Tarzan, would have had no contact with a human 
society. And even Tarzan would most likely have adopted the mating habits of 
his foster parents, the apes. 

The sex instinct has a direct result, namely the propagation of the species. 
However, in itself, the sex instinct does not care. It does not care whether 
the result of the intimacies it engenders is a child or not. The instinct is 
always there, it always operates and thus it is inevitable that the majority 
of human couples beget children. Nature is satisfied. The instinct itself is 
never satisfied and operates throughout the lifetime of the individual, 
whether that individual is physically capable of bearing or begetting 
offspring or not. 

Every culture, no matter how primitive, has set rules that govern the 
intimate contact of its male and female members. Again, these laws are not 
laws of Nature, they are laws of Man, made by Man. In most societies these 
laws are given divine sanction. It is very questionable, however, that an 
all-powerful divinity would have given us such a broad-spectrum instinct to 
work with in order to achieve the production of anywhere from five to ten 
children during the lifetime of a couple. 

Especially in our modern society, we tend to limit our offspring to 2 or 3 
children. Lately, there has been a trend away from marriage at an early age. 
We have also begun to learn more and more about sexual customs of other 
societies, and research into our own sexual activities is slowly beginning 
to break down the existing taboos. 

One of the strongest taboos which exists is that against anal intercourse. 
Why this is so in our society is easy to explain. In the first place, our 
religion allows sexual intercourse only for the purpose of begetting 
children. And it is obvious that anal intercourse is one of the surest 
methods of birth control. Hence, it has been condemned throughout the ages. 

Second is the fact that intercourse between two men, in the coital position 
that most resembles heterosexual intercourse, can only be done anally. And 
last, but not least, is the connection between the anus and the act of 
defecation, an act which in our society is considered unclean and dirty. 

Although birth control is coming in vogue lately, we have the Pill, the IUD, 
the Rhythm Method, etc., authorities have not yet gone so far as to advocate 
anal intercourse. Besides, the birth control craze is something of the past 
ten years in our country and only somewhat longer in others. It is not easy 
to undo centuries of indoctrination within a mere generation. 

The Merck Manual, a book which is in the possession of practically every 
physician in the English-speaking world, has the following to say in 
discussing diseases of anus and rectum: 

No body function is more naturally variable and subject to extraneous 
influences than defecation. For most people, the act is more than a simple 
maneuver to evacuate accumulated waste from the rectum. Actually, each 
individual has an overlay of psychologic associations, pleasurable or 
otherwise. The general well-being of many persons is linked to regular and 
adequate defecation. This attitude characterizes the large 
obsessive-compulsive group. In these persons, anxiety is controlled by 
perfectionistic behavior, as regards not only their external but also their 
internal environment. The need to rid the body daily of "unclean" wastes 
takes on for them exaggerated importance. 

There is no need to deny that as a "clean" society we have gone far beyond 
the point of what is needed to remain healthy. The enormous amounts of time 
and money devoted to advertising, promoting and selling untold hundreds of 
potions, lotions and creams to sterilize and deodorize almost every part of 
our bodies is a matter of record. Our attitude toward what is "clean" and 
what is "dirty" has, generally speaking, reached the point of obsession and 
compulsion. 

There remains the general revulsion against homosexuality. This attitude, 
too, has a religious background. The Bible clearly forbids sexual intimacy 
between two men. Even though homosexuals are no longer burned at the stake, 
or imprisoned for life, almost every state in the union makes homosexuality 
illegal. And even in those states where it is no longer a felony, the 
majority of the population certainly has no sympathy or understanding for 
the sex life of a homosexual. 

For our purpose, a man and a woman cannot perform a homosexual act. The fact 
that many homosexuals engage in anal intercourse (or sodomy, or pederasty as 
it is often called) does not mean that the act itself is homosexual. 
Homosexual men do not have vaginas but they do have an anus which, of all 
the structures of the body most resembles the vagina. Of course, it is much 
tighter than the vaginal opening. Any sexual act, however, no matter what it 
is, becomes homosexual only if it is performed by two persons of the same 
sex. Two women can commit a homosexual act, and two men can. But when a man 
and a woman perform a sexual act, again, no matter what the act is, it 
becomes heterosexual. 

Some of the persons in the case histories which follow can be classified as 
latent homosexuals, and a few of them as overt. However, their homosexual 
tendencies have nothing to do with their predilection for anal intercourse, 
anilingus, and other anal stimulation, including their preference, as 
sexually excitable objects, for the male or female buttocks. It is possible 
that they are less inhibited by the social mores and taboos than most of us. 

The majority of living animals on this earth are bi-sexual. In man, the 
evolutionary process of separating wholly male from wholly female is far 
from complete. Homosexuality has nothing to do with perversion in a 
biological sense. It exists throughout the animal kingdom. Homosexuality is 
biologically a normal outlet for the sex instinct if the other sex is not 
available. It is as normal as masturbation is in the absence of any partner. 

Our society is one of the few societies where our bisexual nature is 
completely ignored. We force our young to make a decision in what direction 
their sexuality should be shunted, and we apply every form of pressure 
imaginable so that that choice shall fall on heterosexuality. In most 
societies it is not necessary to make such a choice. And it is remarkable 
that most researchers have found out that there is a lesser incidence of 
overt homosexuality in those societies than in ours. 

A. T. W. Simeons writes in Man's Presumptuous Brain: 

In civilizations whose conventions do not fiercely outlaw homosexual 
practices these are indulged in by persons who ate both capable and willing 
to love heterosexually, to raise a family and to perform and enjoy all the 
pleasures and responsibilities of parenthood. The idea of having to make up 
their minds whether they are homo- or heterosexual never occurs to them ... 

Except for their sex organs, men and women are growing more and more alike 
in mental outlook and behavior; the romantic as apart from the sexual, 
allure of womanhood is waning fast, because we are doing all we can to 
minimize the inequality of the sexes. Boys and girls have become comrades in 
work and play. To the modern boys girls are no longer incomprehensible, 
mysterious beings with whom one day they will have to establish the 
relationship of love. Girls are increasingly being looked upon as a 
sex-partner, but one with whom the risks are very great. 

Homosexual practices among consenting friends, on the other hand, are free 
of the perils of an illegitimate heterosexual relationship, and this applies 
equally to men and women. They are thus often preferred by the intelligent, 
the ambitious, the scrupulous and the timid. If these had been free to 
consider marriage at an early age without economic hardship, their youthful 
homosexual exploits would in many cases have merged easily into perfect 
satisfactory heterosexuality. 

It is well-known that the anal region is an erogenous zone and that anal 
stimulation is sexually pleasurable for most people. Many participants in 
anal intercourse argue that the anus is more desirable than the vagina 
because of the narrow opening. A fact is, however, that the sensory nerve 
fibers of the anal region and those of the genital region arise from the 
same area of the spinal cord. Both regions share certain muscles, and 
activity in one area may stimulate the other. Many men experience tumescence 
of the penis while defecating and a great number of inductees in the Armed 
Services find themselves surprised and embarrassed when they experience 
sexual arousal as a result of rectal examination. The rectal sphincter 
contracts involuntarily during orgasm in both men and women, while many men 
and women voluntarily contract the rectal sphincter as stimulative 
technique. This was borne out by Masters and Johnson in Human Sexual 
Response. 

Many women take advantage of their spouses' anal sensitivity to produce more 
exciting climaxes by inserting a finger in the rectum at approximately the 
time of orgasm. Prostitutes in the Far East use either silk scarves or 
strings of beads for the same purpose. At the moment of orgasm, the woman 
pulls out the knotted scarf or the string of beads, intensifying the 
customer's sexual release. 

Thus far, admittedly, we have dealt in generalities. All humans have a 
sexual drive. Freud called this the libido, or, as some will have it, how 
the libido deals with us. There is a certain ambivalence with which we have 
to deal. Any society, no matter how advanced or how primitive, has seen fit 
to regulate the libido of its individuals. It does so by training. Taboo is 
only part of this picture. 

In his book Man, Morals and Society, J.C. Flu-gel comments as follows: 

Taboos therefore are the socialized expressions of conflicts, they are by 
their very nature ambivalent and imply a double attitude of desire and fear, 
of attraction and repulsion. It is true that the negative or prohibitory 
elements preponderate. But underneath each prohibition is a real or 
potential desire, for people do not trouble to prohibit things that no one 
wants to do. In its predominance of the negative aspects, taboo exhibits a 
special resemblance to one particular form of neurosis, the obsessional or 
compulsion neurosis, and Freud worked out in some detail the parallelism 
between these two manifestations of mental conflict, the one social and 
primitive, the other individual and, as we are accustomed to regard it, 
pathological. 

The other part of our training, and this includes all forms of learning, is 
facilitated by the fact that as a social species Man is by Nature an 
imitative and a gregarious being. We like to be a member of a group and 
associate with our peers. We will be readily accepted if and when we behave 
as we believe our peers would like us to behave. Consequently, we 
voluntarily and almost subconsciously adopt the same attitudes. We aim to 
please, so to speak, and the reward for our efforts to that aim is 
acceptance and praise from the group. We are already pleased if it is 
acceptance and lack of scorn. Even though we may not be aware of it, we 
adopt the attitudes, especially toward such an important drive as the sex 
instinct, of the group we favor and to which we belong. 

It is only a very recent phenomenon, which we have come to call the sexual 
revolution, that we are becoming more and more individualistic in our 
attitudes toward sex and sexual gratification. The individuals whose case 
histories are going to be discussed in the next pages, all have in common 
that they are attracted to the anal region. Each individual reacts to his 
particular drive in a unique and highly personal manner as we shall see. 

In his book, The Sexual Wilderness, Vance Packard writes: 

The discoveries of astronomers, geologists, and space explorers have 
undermined the faith of all but the most devout that there is a physical 
Heaven or Hell. And among believers, God is more likely to be seen as a 
force or spirit than as an all-seeing watcher over human behavior above ... 

The decline of religious belief as a vital source of guidance in everyday 
life will be pertinent to our inquiry at a number of points because the 
major religions of the Western world have always shown a considerable 
interest in the male-female relationship. Not only has there been concern 
about what constitutes moral behavior in various aspects of male-female 
encounters, but most of the major religions have provided strong support for 
the concept of male dominance ... 

Along with equalitarianism there has been the glorying of individual rights. 
Perhaps the more the individual feels hemmed in and threatened by the 
pressures of large organizations and prolonged dependency, the more he 
reacts by asserting that only the individual counts. Carried to its logical 
extreme, this enthronement of the individual tends to undermine group norms 
and even implies a kind of anarchy as an ideal. 

From the various excerpts of the works of serious researchers and students 
of human nature, we can readily see that there is, at this point, a wide 
divergence of opinions. In sexual relations, the modern attitude is more and 
more that almost everything is acceptable, as long as it does not physically 
or mentally hurt anybody, as long as it is voluntarily engaged in without 
any form of exertion, and as long as there are no minors or mentally 
incapacitated persons involved. 

CHAPTER ONE: Try It My Way 

"Her skin was the softest, the sweetest I'd ever known, and, at nineteen, 
I'd known many girls. I gave the inside of her thigh one last, loving kiss, 
then, regretfully, pulled away. Carmelita had to meet her husband Paul at 
four, and I'd had to promise to make her keep the date before she'd agree to 
let me love her a second time. 

"I'd met Carmelita and Paul only the night before, at a gay bar for girls. 
In fact, Paul was the only man there. I'd noticed the couple as soon as they 
came through the door. Anyone would notice Carmelita. She was easily the 
most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. 

"Curious about why they were at a lesbian bar, and eager to see Carmelita up 
close, I walked by their table, 'accidentally' bumped into Paul, and 
initiated a conversation. They asked me to sit down, and we were on our way. 
There was no doubt about it-Carmelita was flawless. Her long black hair was 
glossy and piled on her head on an intricate weaving of plaits and curls 
that managed somehow to look casual yet elegant. Her dark eyes and fine 
Spanish features were intensified by her pale complexion, and the curve of 
her lips and the shape of her exquisite body were enough to start my blood 
pumping. 

"Girls turned me on more than boys for as long as I can remember. Oh, I'm 
not what you'd call a stone dike-I dig male companionship and I don't really 
mind a little playful sex with them, when there's nothing better around. But 
fucking does absolutely nothing for me. And I look as much girl as anyone 
else. I wear my light brown hair long, I cover my shapely bod with 
miniskirts, boots and other hip chick clothing, and I don't wish I was a 
man. I just love girls, that's all, and my 'thing' is using my very talented 
tongue on them. It turns me on no end. 

"You can't know, unless you've tried it, how it feels to work a hot-blooded 
female up to a state of frenzy. There's nothing I like better than slowly 
undressing a girl, kissing every inch of flesh as I unveil it, then pausing 
to suck on a pair of full, hard-nippled, warm, tender breasts. I always try 
to take my time, teasing myself as well as my partner, and I adore kissing 
and licking my way down to their silky, musk-scented cunts. More than once 
I've actually come from this action, long before I got my frantic tongue 
anywhere near that moist delicious target, without so much as touching 
myself. Simple anticipation was enough. 

"I dig girls near my own age, and I guess I've been very lucky, since a good 
percentage of the chicks I've roomed with in boarding school and college 
have also been into gay sex. One of the girls had brought me to the bar only 
a week before, and I had returned alone twice already to find someone for 
the night. 

"In a relatively short time I'd found out that Paul owned a trucking company 
in some hick town, that Carmelita had won second place in a Miss Universe 
pageant a few years ago, and that the couple came to the Coast once a year 
for a week to 'have a ball,' I'd been around long enough to know that they 
were a couple on the make, and that a little uninhibited sex was what they 
were looking for. Since they had come to a gay bar, I assumed they were 
looking for a girl who swung both ways. 

"After an hour or so of watching Carmelita, I would have done just about 
anything to score even a kiss from her. To get her alone was almost too much 
to hope for. 

"But eventually Paul took off for the John. As soon as he was gone Carmelita 
smiled at me. 'We're staying at the Holiday Hotel, Liz. Paul won't be home 
after two tomorrow afternoon. If you'd like to come ... ' 

"My mouth was very dry. She was so damn beautiful. 'What's the room number?' 
I managed finally. 

"I'd arrived a few minutes after two, hanging around in the lobby unnoticed 
until I saw Paul get out of the elevator and head for the garage. Carmelita 
answered the door, wearing a silky robe with nothing on underneath, and I 
swear, I nearly came on the spot. 

"Liz! I hoped you would show up!' Her husky voice was faintly accented. 

"I was too excited to play it cool. Besides, we both knew why I was here. 
Barely inside the door, I pulled her into my arms and kissed that sexy mouth 
hard, putting my tongue into her hot mouth while my arms tightened around 
her waist. God, she felt good! 

"Carmelita melted against me. I was a little taller, but her long, 
beautifully proportioned legs brought her crotch right up against mine. Her 
full breasts were digging into my smaller ones, engaging in an off-center 
kiss all their own. I couldn't keep my hands off them. All hopes of going 
slowly were lost. I wanted to get my tongue between her velvety thighs 
immediately! 

"Her nipples strained against the satiny fabric of her robe as I squeezed 
her lush breasts, but she wriggled in my arms impatiently. 

"No, Liz, darling ... Put your arms back around me ... around my waist ... 
Yes, that's it,' she encouraged as I reluctantly gave up her wonderful tits. 
'Lower ... lower on my waist ... hold me lower, ... ' 

"I tried to capture her mouth and tongue again, but she continued squirming 
and teasing me until my hands accidentally grazed her plump, firm rump. An 
electrifying thrill went through me. 

"Yes! That's it! Hold me there and kiss me ... kiss me ... ' 

"My own cunt felt as if it were on fire by now. I did as she asked and then 
her tongue and lips were fused with mine, and my hands were each cupping a 
beautiful little ass cheek. I'd never held a girl quite that way before, but 
it felt good, and it was obviously turning Carmelita on something fierce. I 
squeezed experimentally, and was instantly rewarded by feeling the girl rub 
her hot little cunt against me while she shoved her tongue half-way down my 
throat. We were both out of our minds with passion, though I doubted I'd 
been there more than ten minutes, and I had yet to get more than a foot-or 
so into the plush hotel room. 

"Ah ... Liz,' she moaned, breaking the kiss to whisper into my ear. 'I can't 
wait a moment longer. You must lick me until I come. Right now! Right here!' 

"Groaning, I fell to the thick rug with Carmelita, pushed up the robe to 
reveal legs even more perfect than I'd imagined, and, hands shaking like 
this was my first time or something, I parted the folds of cloth to reveal 
the silkiest, the most beautiful pubic vee I'd ever seen, a dark thicket of 
glossy curls naturally divided by a long dimple of moist and matted hair. I 
buried my face in that crease, and Carmelita's throbbing little clitoris, 
deep pink and rubbery, pushed through the surrounding flesh and pressed its 
way into my opening mouth. 

"Sucking Carmelita was the most exciting thing I'd ever done. Here I hadn't 
so much as seen her naked tits yet, much less sucked them for a reasonable 
time, and I was lapping her cunt the way I do at the end of a love trip, 
when it was time to bring the girl to her orgasm. I couldn't help it though, 
I was too hot to have any control. 

"Carmelita was moaning encouragement all the way, and issuing whimpered 
commands as she came closer and closer to tumbling over the edge. 'Yes ... 
yes ... So good ... 'Put your hands ... your hands ... back ... under me ... 
Lower under me ... that's it ... ' She raised her dimpled hips to allow my 
hands to slip to her naked ass. I kneaded the amazingly soft flesh roughly, 
too far gone to be gentle now. But she loved it. 'That's it ... ooh, be 
rough! I want to feel it! Yes! Keep sucking my pussy! Ooh ... " 

"She was a human furnace, squirming all over my face, moaning and pleading, 
pressing her wonderful cunt and even her smooth ass against my face and 
mouth. I'd had some pretty hot girls in my life, but nothing like Carmelita! 
Although I hadn't touched myself anywhere, I suddenly orgasmed, quickly 
arching my back to pull my tight slacks even tighter so that the pressure 
against my cunt would intensify my sensations. I clung to the sweet pussy in 
my mouth, holding her clitoris captive between my teeth while my tongue 
lashed back and forth across it, driving the girl out of her mind. 

"She began to come then, and I had to use both hands to hold her down. She 
shuddered against my mouth as I lapped her, but as soon as the wave passed 
she was hotter than ever. 

"So good ... So good! Now shove the tongue all the way inside me ... that's 
it ... good,' she moaned as I rammed my tongue into her honeyed womb. My 
face was glazed and dripping with her love juice, yet I wanted even more of 
it. 'Now fuck me with your tongue ... make your tongue like a cock ... like 
Paul's cock ... like the cock of a young boy, fucking me ... ' 

"Her words excited me, though I was at a point where I thought nothing could 
excite me any more than I already was. I tongue fucked her as she asked, 
insanely happy to pretend I was a young boy cock fucking her. 

"Now fuck me lower ... ,' she urged, rolling her lovely hips up and over, 
pulling her sweet pussy away from my darting tongue and replacing it with 
her brown and puckered tight asshole! 

"I'd never gone that route, not for anyone, and I'd been asked to do it more 
than once. The whole idea usually turned me off, and I'd never had any 
trouble getting my mouth back where I wanted it. But everything was 
different with Carmelita. When I suddenly found my face surrounded by her 
soft white ass it seemed a natural next step. Her brownish little' rectum 
was straining for my tongue while her sexy voice urged me to fuck her there, 
to use my boy cock on her bottom, to fuck her good ... 

"Trembling all over, riding the edge of what threatened to be a second, 
spontaneous orgasm on my part, I ran my tongue lightly over the puckered 
slit, then shot it all the way up the girl's quivering asshole! And I kept 
on filling and emptying her asshole with my stiffened tongue while Carmelita 
spasmed again, this time even more violently than before. I was coming too, 
trembling all over, pressing my thighs together as tightly as possible, 
licking her ass all the while, pretending my tongue was a cock, the cock of 
a young boy ... 

"I don't know how long it was before I was once again allowed to suck on her 
wonderful cunt, but we finished that way, with me lapping-gently now-at the 
underside of her clitoris while she groaned out a final, quieter but somehow 
deeper, orgasm. Then she pulled away from me. 

"I held her in my arms while we rested. Usually, after a sex scene that 
intense, I was ready to call it a day. But with Carmelita, tired as I was 
physically, I knew I'd just die if that was to be the end of it. I parted 
her robe with my face, exposed one magnificent breast, and tried to suck on 
the nipple. 

"No, stop, Liz. We must stop! I must meet Paul in the lobby by four! I 
promised!' Carmelita was a natural tease. She held me off, but made sure my 
lips almost touched her delicious nipple. 

"My mouth was literally watering with the desire to suck that tit. God, she 
turned me on! 'One more time, Carmelita, please! I still want you so badly! 
I promise I'll stop in time for you to meet Paul. I promise.' I just 
couldn't let her go. 

"She seemed to be hesitating, so I brought my hands to her naked, now 
lubricated ass. On impulse, I slipped a finger into her bud-like asshole up 
to the first joint. She groaned and relaxed in my arms, so I hurriedly 
sucked the hardening nipple into my mouth as my finger stole deeper into her 
pretty ass. 

"Then once more,' she gave in. 'The bed this time, yes?' 

"I got up as fast as I could, helping Carmelita up once I was somewhat on my 
feet. Her hair was barely mussed, and her cheeks were flushed. She was 
impossibly beautiful, a once-in-a-lifetime chick, and it was my good fortune 
that she liked getting loved by another girl. I remember thinking that if 
she had been number two girl, the runner-up, what in hell did the winner of 
the beauty contest look like? 

"We moved into the next room, the bedroom. There, I quickly slipped out of 
my slacks and bikini panties. I only wore a sweater on top, and I shrugged 
out of it as quickly as I could. I didn't want to waste a moment, but I 
needed some skin-on-skin contact with Carmelita. Not that I particularly 
wanted her to touch me. Usually, some-where in a session, the other girl 
spent some time with her face between my legs or with her finger up my hole, 
but I didn't even feel the need for that with Carmelita. I just wanted her 
naked next to me, naked. 

"She looked at my slim, well-developed body as if she appreciated its clean 
lines. But then she looked worried. 

"I don't think you're going to be very happy with me. I am a bit of the 
selfish one. I do not like to do any of the work. I am only ... how you say? 
Only passive.' She reached out and touched one of my tits, worked the nipple 
lightly with her fingers. 'I touch these. That's all.' "I couldn't help 
grinning. She was so damn cute, I removed her hand and pulled her to me, 
loving the fit of her still-robed body to my nakedness. Suddenly I felt much 
taller and far more powerful. 'That's all right, baby. I don't want you to 
do anything to me. I want to do everything to and for you! Look, I love 
being your pretend young boy. That bit really turned me on. God, Carmelita, 
I did things to you I never ... ' I let a hand slide down over the curves of 
her rounded bottom. I tickled the outside of her ear with my tongue. 'Let me 
use my pretend-cock on you some more. That's all I want. Damn, you really 
turn me on!' I kissed her, then undid the sash and top two buttons of her 
robe, tugging on the expensive cloth until the garment slid from her lovely 
shoulders. 

"One long look at her fantastic body was one look more than I needed. Again 
I thanked my lucky stars and reached for Carmelita. But I released her 
quickly. This time I wanted to do it right. 

"I pushed her back on the bed, then got on top of her, covering her body 
completely with my own. It felt wonderful just holding her this way, but her 
mouth, only inches from my own, was too strong a magnet I ducked my head and 
started kissing her. 'The most I'll ask of you is to suck my "cock," 
Carmelita,' I teased, slipping my tongue into her mouth. 

"She took me seriously and started sucking on my tongue like crazy. My 
pussy, sopping already, began to catch fire all over again. I started 
rubbing it against her cunt while we kissed, and I kept up the rubbing 
action while I removed my tongue from her mouth, kissed my way down her 
throat, and finally sucked a marvelous nipple into my mouth. 

"I made it last as long as possible, the kissing and sucking of her pretty 
tits. Then I began what I hoped would be a long process of kissing and 
licking my way down her body. I wanted to cover as much of her flesh as 
possible, and take as much time as I had left to me. 

"The whole thing turned out to be a dream, though, because as soon as I got 
my mouth off her tits I wanted them back in or I wanted my mouth between her 
legs. The slow, skillful lovemaking I usually enjoyed would have to wait 
until we'd made love another half dozen times, if then. I was still in too 
much of a hurry, and, judging from the way Carmelita's hips churned against 
mine, so was she. 

"I slid down over her ripe flesh, forcing her thighs to part as I moved. 
When my chin was nuzzling her fragrant mound, I readjusted my own position 
so that my crotch was pressing against the corner of the bed. I moved my 
hips a little, grinding my pelvis into the mattress. It felt good. I knew 
I'd be able to come that way, just from masturbating, using the inert 
mattress in place of a finger. Sure, I might have preferred a tongue or a 
finger, but this was fine, too. The important part was Carmelita and her 
juicy cunt, a tongue-length away. 

"Lick me again, Liz,' Carmelita urged, her hand going to my head. 'Lick me, 
then fuck my hole. My other hole, too. I love that. Sometimes Paul sticks 
his big cock up there, but that hurts. I'd rather have your boy-cock up that 
hole. Oh, I love it so much!' 

"Her voice, low, sexy, exotically accented, hastened my mouth trip through 
the humid forest of her cunt. I licked quickly at the high mound, then found 
the crack. Her clitoris peeked through the fleshy folds, waiting for me. 

"I used my finger this time, slipping it slowly into her cunt, playfully 
running it in and out of her hole while I planted kisses on her crotch until 
both of us were groaning and Carmelita was dripping with cream. At that 
point it was all over-I dipped my tongue into that throbbing slit and began 
to lick it for all I was worth. There was something about Carmelita that 
excited me in a whole new special way, and already I was wondering how I'd 
ever stand to let her go back to that dumb little hick town of hers. 

"Knowing that her tight little ass needed a little attention, I began to 
work a finger into her, enjoying the way the slick inner walls tensed around 
my finger as I forced my way into her bowels. She moaned, tensed, then 
relaxed, arching her back so that I could get even further into her. The 
feeling of being a young boy was coming back to me, the wildly exhilarating 
feeling of dominating the exquisite body under me. Pulling my first finger 
nearly out, I eased a second finger into the tight opening in back while my 
tongue lapped feverishly on Carmelita's pulsating cunt. 

"Liz! Ah, what are you doing to me? I can't ... I can't ... Ooh, you are 
making me come once again! Ah, yes, keep licking me! Use that boy-cock of 
yours in my pussy! And in that bottom of mine! Yes! Oh, if you don't stop at 
once, I shall ... ' 

"As before, that husky voice did nothing to turn me off or at least cool me 
the slightest. I was rubbing my straining crotch against the corner of the 
bed like an animal in heat, and my fingers and tongue were jabbing at her 
sweet cunt and asshole like they'd never stop. Then, just as I felt myself 
slide into a beautiful orgasm, Carmelita began a final series of spasms, and 
I had to ride her bucking loins in order to finish her off. We exploded 
together, and, a few minutes later, I gave her that last loving kiss on the 
thigh before granting her her freedom ... " 

Elizabeth G. does not hide that she is a lesbian. Oddly enough, though 
homosexuality is frowned upon and declared illegal in most states of the 
Union, there seem to be no legal prohibitions against overt homosexual 
activities in females. 

Dr. Masters and Virginia Johnson have reported that there is a very constant 
level of female homosexual orientation which is probably much higher than we 
believed in the past. However, they point out that a far higher percentage 
of women than of men move back and forth between homosexual and heterosexual 
lovemaking. "The female," says Dr. William H, Masters, "can maintain a dual 
commitment with much greater social convenience." 

This statement is clearly borne out by Elizabeth's behavior. She is sexually 
attracted to Carmelita A. As we shall see, she later submits to Paul A.'s 
sexual advances-a heterosexual act- but she only does so because the reward 
is Carmelita's presence. 

The Kinsey reports give statistics relating incidence of homosexual contact 
to such factors as age, educational level, marital status, parental 
occupation, age at onset of adolescence, background (rural urban, religion). 
They do not at all distinguish between those women who have occasional 
"homosexual contacts and those who have exclusive homosexual contacts. They 
distinguish between "individuals who have been erotically aroused by other 
individuals of the same sex (whether or not they have had physical contact 
with them), individuals who have had sexual contacts (whether or not they 
were erotically aroused in those contacts), and individuals who have been 
aroused to the point of orgasm by their physical contacts with individuals 
of the same sex." 

For rating purposes, Dr. Kinsey used the, by now famous, 
heterosexual-homosexual scale by which his group rated each individual 
interviewed. On this scale, the ratings were as follows: 

0 ... entirely heterosexual 1 ... largely heterosexual, with incidental 
homosexual history 2 ... largely heterosexual, with a distinct homosexual 
history 3 ... equally heterosexual and homosexual 4 ... largely homosexual, 
with a distinct heterosexual history 5 ... largely homosexual, with 
incidental heterosexual history 6 ... entirely homosexual 

The report recognized these scales as arbitrary categories and it does not 
purport to be able to tell us how many people are homosexual and how many 
are heterosexual. As a matter of fact, when the Kinsey reports were 
published, almost a quarter of a century ago, they shattered many concepts 
about homosexuality. The only claim the Kinsey reports make is that they can 
tell us how many persons of the white race (minorities were not 
investigated) at that time (1948-1953) belonged to each of the 
classifications on the homosexual-heterosexual scale. 

In Sexual Behavior in the Human Female Kinsey wrote: 

The group which had had homosexual experience and which expected to continue 
with it represented every social and economic level, from the best placed to 
the lowest in the social organization. The list included store clerks, 
factory workers, nurses, secretaries, social workers, and prostitutes. Among 
the older women, it included many assured individuals who were happy in 
their homosexual adjustments, economically and socially well-adjusted in 
their communities and, in many instances, persons of considerable 
significance in the social organization ... The group included women who 
were in business, sometimes in high positions as business executives, in 
teaching positions in schools and colleges, in scientific research for large 
and important corporations, women physicians, psychiatrists, psychologists, 
women in the auxiliary branches of the armed forces, writers, artists, 
actresses, musicians, and women in every other sort of important and 
unimportant position in the social organization. 

Clearly, Elizabeth and Carmelita are not alone. In Lesbian circles Elizabeth 
would probably be referred to as the butch and Carmelita as the femme. This 
does not necessarily mean that Elizabeth is a mannish looking girl. On the 
contrary, she is a very feminine looking woman. It refers to the fact that 
Elizabeth is the aggressor and Carmelita the passive partner. By choice, 
Elizabeth has decided to limit her sexual experiences with men to only a 
very few. On the Kinsey rating scale she would definitely rate with 5. 

Carmelita and her husband Paul both rate 2. Had they both been single, and 
limited their experiences with members of their own sex to the extent 
Elizabeth is limiting hers, they, too, would have had a higher rating on the 
scale. If they decide to go back to their hometown, live together without 
inviting young boys for Paul to enjoy sexually or good-looking girls for 
Carmelita, their rating would slide down to 1 or possibly 0. The sliding 
scale takes into consideration that a large part of the homosexual 
population is homosexual only on a temporary basis. It is a matter of 
preference and not of compulsion. 

It is highly unlikely that uninhibited people such as Carmelita, Paul and 
Elizabeth would ever reach either extreme of the sliding scale. They are 
erotically aroused by anal intercourse, the sight of buttocks and touching 
of the rectum. They do not seem to care, at least not Paul and Carmelita, 
whether their sexual partner is male or female, as long as that partner 
possesses what arouses them sexually. 

We do not know why certain people have certain preferences. Aside from the 
existing religious taboos and secular laws, many people subscribe to the 
view that in itself a sexual preference is no more harmful than a particular 
preference for, let us say, a breakfast food. Tantamount in their reasoning 
is the question, does it hurt anybody? The same question is raging at the 
moment in the debate of alcohol vs. marihuana. It is possible that both 
drugs are equally as undesirable. However, though a hangover from alcohol 
may be far worse than a good night's rest from the use of the hemp flower, 
the latter is illegal. A hangover and a headache is still infinitely 
preferable over a long jail term, loss of job, loss of standing in the 
community and whatever else may result from breaking the law. 

Anal intercourse may not be more harmful than running the risk of acquiring 
a venereal disease, a risk which is neither greater nor less than with 
vaginal intercourse. In either case one has to go to the doctor ... because 
of the sodomy statutes in every state of the union, however, anal 
intercourse may land one in jail. 

Eric Berne asks and answers the following question in his book A Layman's 
Guide to Psychiatry and Psychoanalysis: 

What is society to do with homosexuals? Their lives are difficult enough as 
it is, and punishment is not indicated. The best thing one can do is treat 
them as politely as one would anyone else. They on their part, of course, 
should be expected to abide by the ordinary rules of decency such as apply 
to relationships between men and women: namely, they should not seduce 
minors, not force themselves on people who are not interested in their 
company; they should not flaunt their desires in public by dressing in 
clothes of the opposite sex or otherwise; and they should not embarrass 
those around them by making love or talking about it in public. If they 
behave themselves and control themselves as discreetly as people with 
heterosexual desires are expected to do, their private lives should be no 
more concern of anyone else's than should a normal person's. Putting them t 
in jail often (or even usually) results only in providing them and the other 
prisoners with added opportunity for sexual activity. Many psychiatrists 
feel that the laws concerning homosexual activities should be changed. 

"I called Carmelita's hotel at least five times a day for the next two days, 
but I never caught either of them in. Each time I left my name arid number 
and a strong request for Carmelita to get in touch with me. The requests 
became all the stronger as they continued unanswered. Not that I was into 
some big, heavy emotional thing with her. I mean, I didn't know that much 
about her, nor did I want to know anything about her. But she was going to 
go home to her small town in an all too short a time, and I simply wanted a 
few more wonderful moments with her. 

"The more time passed, the more desperate I became. I thought hotly of the 
things I'd done for her, to her, and all I could feel was a great, unceasing 
desire to do those things again. The taste of her ripe flesh lingered on my 
lips, and the thought of allowing her to leave town without at least one 
more session was unbearable. I'd do just about anything! 

"That evening Carmelita called. She was near the campus and asked if I'd 
like to meet her for coffee. Would I? I told her I'd be there in ten 
minutes. 

"She was even more beautiful than I'd thought. I was instantly ready to dive 
under the table, if nothing else was available. She came right to the point. 
'I'd love to enjoy you again, Liz, my dear. I think often of the other 
afternoon. But we come out here to have a good time, the two of us. 
Together. Do you understand my meaning? I should not have done what I did 
without Paul. And if you only enjoyed females, I must not see you again. On 
the other hand ... ,' she flashed me a brilliant smile, 'if you would care 
to spend this night with Paul and myself ... you would be most welcome. He 
found you most desirable.' 

"Since I'd expected Paul and Carmelita to be into the threesome trip from 
the beginning, I wasn't particularly shocked. I explained that I didn't 
enjoy actual fucking at all, but I wasn't opposed to anything else with 
Paul. We parted after I'd agreed to be at their apartment at eight that 
night. 

"Like a kid on a first date, I cut classes and devoted my entire afternoon 
to doing my hair, soaking in a tub of oils, fixing my nails and otherwise 
getting myself together. I was tremendously excited about seeing Carmelita 
again, and I recalled Paul as being a fairly handsome man who appeared 
rather gentlemanly. What the hell, I'd been fucked before, anyway, and it 
certainly wouldn't kill me to fuck again, if it came to that. And I had to 
have at least one more taste of that sweet furrow between Carmelita's firm 
thighs. 

"I played at dinner and drank coffee instead. Then dressing in a leather 
miniskirt outfit that fitted me like a second skin, a pair of high boots, a 
silk blouse that left no doubt about my braless condition, I set off for the 
hotel. I had to smile at myself-I was feeling the way I usually did after a 
month of celibacy, not a few days. 

"Paul greeted me at the door, two drinks in his hand. He handed me one, gave 
me a peck on the cheek, and led me to the couch, his arm around my shoulder. 
Carmelita, he said, was still in the shower. 

"We talked about nothing for a few minutes, then Paul commented on the way I 
looked. 'I like that outfit. Carmelita has one something like that. Your 
body is a very different type, but no less appealing. I thought you were a 
beautiful girl the first time I saw you at that bar.' He reached over and 
kissed me. 

"I didn't feel anything like an immediate turn-on or anything, but his touch 
wasn't unpleasant. Paul was handsome and slim, and if it wasn't that I 
vastly preferred his wife, I might have considered playing with him for his 
own sake. But right now I tended to regard Paul as a means to an end, a 
requirement if I wanted Carmelita. I let my lips part as his tongue began 
forcing its way into my mouth. 

"I'd never taken part in a three-way deal before. I didn't know if the 
thought of it was turning me on or off. But my head was definitely on 
playing it loose and free. 

"Paul was holding me closely now, drawing me halfway across his lap as our 
kiss deepened. One of his big hands began to close around my breast, and 
with his other hand he brought my hand to his fly. I opened his pants 
obediently and pulled out his warm, thick cock. He wasn't unusually large, 
but he had a good-sized penis, and I was glad he knew I didn't want it in my 
cunt. It was also good to know that if he turned out to be persistent, he 
didn't have one of those pussy breaking tools a girl remembered long 
afterwards. I even relaxed enough to give his cock a good squeeze or two. 

"Then Carmelita appeared. She wore an emerald green wrapper, a slinky thing 
that would have made any woman look appealing, and what it did for 
Carmelita-or what Carmelita did for it-would take a separate book. Her hair 
was loose for once, flowing down her shoulders and back. 

"Won't you join us, Carmelita?' Paul invited, releasing me long enough to 
hold out a hand to his fabulous wife. I wondered why a man blessed with a 
wife like Carmelita would ever want to touch another woman. Then I had to 
smile at my own thought. If a man had steak each and every night he might 
just enjoy a chop or something every so often. Or, I thought, smiling to 
myself, like me, a mixed grill-an antipasto of sex. 

"I thought, perhaps we might be more comfortable there ... ?' She gestured 
towards the bedroom. 

"Paul got to his feet first, but I was only a second behind him. Then he 
hesitated. 'I might enjoy another drink out here. Would you girls like to 
get comfortable first?' 

"Carmelita patted his cheek affectionately. 'How sweet of you! Yes, that 
would be lovely. Come, darling ... ' 

"I took her hand and we split for the bedroom at something just less than a 
dead run. Inside we wasted no time with our clothing. I skinned down to 
nothing fast, then I undid Carmelita's wrap. I got up on the bed first this 
time, careful not to touch her until we were both comfortable. I noticed we 
had a tendency to remain wherever we were, once we started in. 

"I loved what you did to me last time, darling. It was better than any other 
time, any other woman. You are only a girl, but you know how to make love.' 
Carmelita held open her arms. 

"I buried my face between her shoulder and neck, kissing the velvety skin 
urgently. I had a mad urge to take the sweet flesh between my lips and suck 
on it, marring Carmelita's perfection with a bloodmark, a little 
forget-me-not for her to think about back in Smalltown, USA. But I resisted, 
working my mouth instead towards her lovely mouth. She returned my kiss 
eagerly, and soon I was once again sucking on her wriggling tongue. My hands 
went to her soft breasts, holding them firmly, knowing for sure I'd never be 
able to get enough of them. Suddenly I was determined to stuff my senses 
with every inch of this woman, to enjoy her so many different ways and so 
much that I'd have my fill of Carmelita. In a sense I was hoarding her 
specialness so that I wouldn't have to miss her until long after she was 
gone. 

"She twisted around until my lips were lined up with her breasts. I began to 
chew gently on the pointed tips. They grew under my nibbling teeth. Slowly I 
ran my long fingers over her ribs and belly, striving for and attaining a 
touch somewhere between a tickle and a stroke. Carmelita was amazingly 
responsive. Her pale flesh dimpled and quivered, answering every effort of 
mine with a satisfying plea of its own. I kissed her tits more passionately, 
sucking first one then the other. 

"Although I was content to continue playing with her flesh for a while 
longer, Carmelita could stand only so much of my teasing touch. She caught 
at my roving hand and brought it to her crotch. Still feeling playful, I 
rubbed her furry mound a little, then raised my hand to rub her flat tummy. 
She guided the hand right back between her legs again. I let it linger there 
a bit, then dropped it to feel her silky leg. Again the hand was returned to 
her pussy. By this time the girl was breathing so hard she could hardly 
stand it. Since I was none too calm myself, I settled down to fingering that 
wet and impatient pussy of hers. 

"The slightest touch of my hand and Carmelita allowed her thighs to relax 
and fall apart, giving me free reign of her sweet cunt. I ran a finger down 
the juicing slit, rubbed the hard oiled jewel between the folds slowly, then 
felt lower until my finger was exploring the clenching mouth of her asshole. 
I thought of Paul's cock and wondered that so small an opening could cleave 
itself around that tool. I dug a finger into her and began finger fucking 
her. 

"After a few minutes of that action my face was drawn down to that little 
vee as if by a powerful magnet. My mouth closed immediately over Carmelita's 
aching clitoris. I sucked it briefly, then lowered my face still more, 
lapping the fragrant cream from her slit. When I reached her hole I thrust 
my tongue deeply inside, withdrew it a little, and shot it back up again, 
wishing I could tickle the mouth of her womb with my tongue. 

"She loved it anyway. 'Oh, that feels so good, Liz! It feels just like a 
little cock when you shove it up me that way! Like the cock of a young boy 
... a young lover ... a fourteen-year-old boy, perhaps, with a small but 
willing cock, a tireless cock ... ' She opened her legs a shade more. 'Look 
at her, Paul. Doesn't she look like a fourteen-year-old boy? She is so slim 
and lovely, with those boyish hips! I like to pretend she's a young boy, and 
that her tongue is a wonderful, small cock, and that she's fucking me with 
it! She even put it up my ass the other day! Perhaps she'll shove it into my 
ass again, and you can watch!' 

"I didn't turn around to look at Paul. I continued what I was doing, sucking 
and licking his wife's cunt. That's what we were all here for, and now the 
party was on. I was stretched out on my stomach, my face buried in Paul's 
wife's pussy, and Paul sat down on the bed behind me and slowly began 
stroking my back, legs and ass. 

"She is like a young boy,' he agreed, speaking to Carmelita almost as if I 
wasn't there. 'Like the boy we picked up in France last year, the one I 
fucked for half the night.' His hands lingered on my ass. 'But this young 
boy has a cunt, and I would enjoy sucking on it.' 

"Yes!' Carmelita encouraged. 'Yes, definitely! Suck her while she sucks me! 
But move so I can watch, also.' 

"Paul did as he was told, tugging on my unresisting legs until I was 
half-turned on the bed, my face still buried in her lovely woman flesh. Then 
I felt Paul's heavy breathing on the tender insides of my thighs, and a 
tongue was suddenly working on my clitoris. I didn't mind it at all. 

" That's so wonderful! I love to watch you do that to other girls! Eat her 
pussy nicely, darling, while Liz eats me.' She thrust her sweating loins up 
at my mouth while I sucked harder than ever on her clitoris. 'Keep doing 
that and I'm sure I will ... oh! Ooh! I'm going to ... aah ... ' 

"I jammed a finger into her hole as Carmelita began to convulse around my 
face. The excited band of flesh tightened, relaxed, then tightened again 
around my finger, and the clitoris had a life all its own as Carmelita 
came-whimpering. 

"All the while Paul was working frantically on my own cunt, but for the 
moment I was too caught up in Carmelita's orgasm to see about securing one 
of my own. I ran my tongue up and down the entire length of her slit as she 
slowly relaxed after her spasms had passed. Gradually I realized Carmelita 
was working her hips in such a way that, by simply lifting her legs, I was 
being-presented with her firm, lovely bottom with the wide dimple between 
the creamy cheeks. 

"If for no other reason, the fact of Paul being there would ordinarily have 
been enough to make me avoid any contact with the girl's sweet asshole. But 
now that I had been there, had already tasted her there, I was too eager to 
slip my tongue up that even tighter hole to give much of a damn who was 
around. I groaned softly, then attacked, running a wet tongue up Carmelita's 
asshole. She rewarded me by moaning hotly. 

"Oh, you don't know how that feels! Paul, darling, show her how it feels! 
Lick her like she's licking me! Do the same thing to her! It feels so 
wonderful!' 

"The three of us changed positions then, Carmelita turning to her stomach, 
her cute little butt pointing up at my face. I turned to my stomach, too, 
and I guess Paul got on his belly at the same time. All I knew was that his 
hands were roughly parting the cheeks of my virgin ass and this time his hot 
breath was on my butt. Then, mercifully, his tongue was there too, and for 
the first time in my life, I was getting my ass reamed out, and I loved 
every bit of it! It felt fantastic. Encouraged, I doubled my efforts on her 
asshole. Paul thrust a finger up my cunt, which didn't feel bad at all, and 
his tongue seemed as long as an average cock as it slid in and out of my 
butt. I was moaning into Carmelita's asshole, trembling on the point of 
orgasm. Then Carmelita began speaking again. 

"Ah, yes, when you fuck me like that with your tongue it is just like a 
young boy-cock. Shove the boy-cock in and out of my hole, darling! Oh, Paul, 
she's so much like a young boy! Why don't you take her like a boy? Yes, take 
her like a boy! Take her ass! Do it for me, so I can watch!' 

"I heard Carmelita's words, but I was so lost in her exquisite flesh, I 
hardly gave any thought to their meaning. I was running a finger in and out 
of her juicy cunt now. while my tongue was digging deeper and deeper into 
her asshole. My hands were both busy, the other one squeezing her lovely 
tits, rolling her nipples through my fingers, playing with her long hips. 

"Of course I felt Paul remove his tongue from my asshole, and I was sorry to 
feel him leave me. I was amazingly close to coming, yet I made no protest as 
Paul pulled away from me. The night was still young, and, besides, my mouth 
was too full to register any complaints to anyone. 

"I wasn't left alone too long, however. But first Paul hurried to his wife 
and shoved his very hard cock into her mouth. 'Get it very wet,' he urged. 

"She must have complied, because he pulled it out of Carmelita in a minute, 
then disappeared somewhere behind me. He made his location obvious almost, 
immediately, however. I objected at once. 

"No, don't! Don't do that! I couldn't! I've never had anyone do that to me! 
Please don't!' I tried to pull away from the hard dick beginning to press 
against the constricted opening of my asshole. But Paul wouldn't let me 
escape. 

"Carmelita also encouraged me. 'Let him, Liz, darling! It won't hurt as much 
as you think, and then it will feel very good. Just relax, please, and stick 
your wonderful tongue back into me. I need it so much! I'll come for you if 
you let him do this. You have the ass of a young boy, darling. Let him 
pretend you're a young boy. Let him fuck you like a young boy ... ' 

"The crazy thing was that, in spite of my objections, his fucking me up the 
ass as if I were a young boy was a big, turn-on idea to me. I didn't want 
the pain of it, yet the whole thing was beginning to appeal to me no end. 
Slowly I allowed Carmelita to pull me back to her soft asshole and cunt, and 
I waited for the first onslaught of terrible pain. 

"Instead of pain, I felt a dull sort of pressure, then a more urgent 
pressure, and finally something that was two parts pain mixed in with six 
parts agony. I was sure he was too big for my tight ass, that he was well on 
the way to ripping me apart, that I'd never survive this night. But with a 
final shove and a last blaze of pain, Paul managed to shove his entire cock 
up my asshole. Then he held still, not moving at all. 

"More out of habit than anything else at this point, I continued sucking and 
licking the ass and cunt in front of my mouth. It seemed to take forever for 
the pain to subside and dull, but once it did the cock in my ass felt much 
less painful. In fact, it began to feel sort of exciting. I wondered if it 
would feel the same to a young boy. 

"Experimentally, I moved a little on the prick. I was surprised at the 
sudden shock of pleasure I felt at the sliding contact of my most secret 
flesh against his hard prick. 

"Paul felt the little move and understood it for what it was. He began 
moving inside me, slowly at first, then fucking me a little faster. 

"Carmelita obviously approved. 'That's the way! Doesn't that feel good, 
darlings? I love watching Paul give it to young boys like this! Now fuck 
that tender ass, Paul, fuck it good while I come. Liz ... make me come ... 
come ... ' She turned over so her rigid clitoris was stiffly awaiting my 
tongue. 

"I attacked it greedily, suspended between the twin joys of a cock up my ass 
and a cunt in my mouth. I pointedly cut off all efforts to reason, allowing 
myself the single-mindedness of sheer unadulterated feeling. I took that 
milky clitoris in my mouth and lashed my tongue up and back over it like a 
fleshy metronome. I was determined to make Carmelita come with me, and I 
knew I couldn't hold out for long. 

"In a state of near frenzy, I sucked and licked Carmelita's pussy, dipping a 
finger in and out of her asshole while Paul expertly shoved his prick in and 
out of my asshole. It wasn't like being fucked the regular way for me-this 
was a whole new scope of sensations, finer than the other, more subtle yet 
more effective. I began to groan into Carmelita's beautiful slit. 

"I'm going to shoot a hot load right up that tight little-boy asshole of 
yours, Liz. Get ready to take my come, baby. I've been saving it up for 
you.' Paul's voice was strained and his hips were now slamming into mine 
furiously, and every stroke just brought more pleasure to me. 

"My fingers were digging so tightly into Carmelita's thighs I knew she'd 
have bruises for weeks, but neither of us gave a damn. I was on the verge of 
coming for long moments while the big cock filled and emptied me, and 
finally I was over the edge, screaming into her cunt, shaking all over like 
a monkey on a stick as I came, just as that big tool was spurting its hot 
come into my throbbing asshole. I tried to keep up some sort of steady 
drumming on Carmelita's cunt, but I was too far gone to do much about her. I 
gasped as I felt the shrinking prick slip out of me, and I guess I tumbled 
into an exhausted sleep right after that orgasm. 

"When I opened my eyes, I saw Paul and Carmelita sixty-nining like crazy. 
The girl's mouth was overflowing with cock that had so recently been 
shrinking to nothingness and was now hard again. I took a deep breath and 
watched them suck And lick each other. It looked wonderful, I stared at that 
big shaft embedded in Carmelita's mouth and wondered that it had been buried 
in my asshole. This has been quite a night, and it wasn't over yet. 

"It was far from over yet ... 

CHAPTER TWO: Something Naughty, Something Nice 

"They paraded past me in near-naked splendor, alone, in groups, while 
I-faking a greater interest in the hot sun-devoured each of them with my 
deceptively frigid eyes. Oh, I loved the beach, though I cared nothing for 
the gritty sand and the polluted surf. It was my favorite hunting ground. 

"Usually it's the female of the species who is pursued, throwing to the male 
the position of hunter. But that, like other aspects of my ... unusual 
sexual drive, is not to my liking. I need to pick my partners, even chase 
after them, and once I have won a lover, I must convince them to react 
favorably to my particular desires ... No, I am not your average woman. 

" There's a subtle thread of madness to you, my sweet,' remarked Gerald, my 
last lover. 

"I'd pushed his magnificent bronzed maleness away from me. 'You seemed to 
like it well enough yourself,' I'd reminded him coldly. My eyes had 
pointedly dropped to his shrunken penis which cradled against his emptied 
testicles, the same penis which had risen hugely time after time to feed the 
appetite he now termed madness. 

"True, Rita, baby. It must be a contagious madness ... ' And then he had 
turned on his side and, reaching out behind him with one strong hand, he had 
forced my head down and into position. As his firm, flexing buttocks closed 
over my face he laughed softly. 'And now that I've caught it, I have every 
intention of enjoying it fully ... ' 

"Gerald had been a fantastic lover, and it was ironic that I ended up losing 
him because of his sister. But then, come to think of it, most of my life 
has been steeped in irony ... 

"I think all children pick up most of their misconceptions about sex at 
home, from well-meaning parents or older brothers and sisters whose 
ignorance outweighs their intentions. But I was always more than a little 
confused about Mother's intentions. Deserted shortly after I was born, 
Mother had a simple, firm way of handling the entire subject of sex from the 
start. She told me sex was dirty, disgusting, filthy and naughty. No 
qualifications or explanations, either, just a blanket policy of absolutes 
... a flashing red light, a sign larger than life, NO! And, when I was very 
young, I simply accepted all that. When the other children talked about sex, 
giggling and comparing notes, I left, ears burning, wondering if I'd already 
been contaminated. It was no problem, really. Not until I was about seven 
years old, I think. 

"I was spending the night with a girl friend, Betty, a new girl in school 
who really seemed to want my friendship. Since I was always such a withdrawn 
child, I was secretly excited by Betty's interest, and thrilled when my 
mother gave me permission to spend the night. 

"Long after we were supposed to be sleeping Betty kept whispering into my 
ear and making up ' silly jokes so that we'd giggle under the blankets, 
hugging each other in an effort to stiffle our outburst. Finally I'd fallen 
asleep, exhausted, a trace of a giggle still bubbling from my lips. I don't 
know how long I slept, but I came awake in the darkness feeling a strange 
warmth and excitement. It took me half a minute to realize my new friend had 
her hand inside my pajama pants and was rubbing me between the legs. The 
soft, hairless lips of my childish vagina felt very sensitive and warm from 
the exploring fingers, and I sat up abruptly in the big bed. 'What are you 
doing?' I asked, confused and sleepy. 

"What's the matter, Rita? Doesn't it feel good?' Betty asked, rubbing me a 
little harder. 'Me and Terry, my friend from home, we used to do ! this to 
each other all the time. It felt so nice. We did other things, too. Here, 
lean back and be quiet . and I'll show you something we did that felt best I 
of all.' 

"I let her push me back and pull down my pajamas. It was too dark in the 
room to see what she was doing, but I could feel her moving around on the 
bed. Then I felt the wet warmth of her soft tongue as she suddenly began to 
lick me where her hand had just been! I can't describe how it felt, because 
I was too surprised to feel much. Out of the darkness came the echo of my 
mother's sharp remarks about sex and the particular part of my body that was 
being assaulted by Betty's probing tongue! I couldn't have leaped from the 
bed any faster if my life had depended on it. 

"What are you doing?' Betty asked as I began to gather up my things in the 
darkness. 

"I didn't even bother answering her. Instead, I slipped out of the room, 
through the dimly lit hallway and out of the house into the night. I never 
knew if her parents were aware I'd left in the middle of the night, or what 
she told them. 

"We lived just around the corner, but the walk seemed endless. My mind was 
churning first with ways of getting in the house without being heard, then 
with what to tell my mother if she heard or found out what time I'd come 
home. After I'd thought about that, I began to worry about being seen by 
someone else, some stranger, rapist, killer, whatever, on the street at this 
hour, dressed in my pajamas. I hurried, and was out of breath by the time I 
reached our house. It was dark and quiet, and I began to relax. If Mother 
was asleep, I could probably slip inside without being detected. I prowled 
around the small frame house until I noticed that one window was opened 
enough to allow me to slip inside silently. It was the window of Mother's 
bathroom and it also opened to the hallway right next to my bedroom. Perfect 
for me, since Mother always kept the door to the bedroom at least partially 
closed. I climbed in with infinite care, making no sound. Once my feet were 
safely on the cool tile floor I held still, listening automatically for the 
steady sound of my sleeping Mother's breathing. Instead I heard voices. 

"It took me a relatively long time to understand what it was I was hearing, 
so far removed from my concept of reality was the activity in my mother's 
bedroom. 

"The strained breathing and random creaking of the bed might have passed for 
the erratic sounds of a restless sleeper, but with some sixth sense I knew 
something very unusual was happening. And, a moment later, when I heard the 
strange voice, I very nearly thought I'd somehow entered the wrong house. 
Carefully I edged closer to Mother's bedroom. The door was opened a sliver. 

"A very dim nightlight gave the room a faint glow, just enough to make out 
bodies, but not quite enough to highlight faces. She was on the bed, my 
mother, and she was naked. She was not alone. 

"To describe my mother is no easy chore. By that I mean that the way she 
looked in her day-to-day living was one thing, and the way she looked every 
once in a while, when she got all dressed up on rare occasions, was another. 
Her hair was very blonde and long, but she usually kept it hidden in a plain 
bun at the nape of her neck. When she wore her housedresses, she looked like 
any other slender young woman, but when she wore something tight, or when 
she was naked, her tawny flesh seemed to flow and slope into contours that 
would put any bathing beauty in a state of envy. She was long-legged and 
high-breasted, and naked on the bed, she was the most beautiful woman I'd 
ever seen, then or since. 

"She was on her back, her bare breasts arched, their taut nipples thrusting 
toward the low ceiling. Her hips seemed to be grinding into the mattress 
while one long leg strained upwards and the other rested heavily on the 
naked back of a large man! As my eyes adjusted to the tiny light, I saw that 
the man had his head buried in the deep cleft between my mother's rosy 
buttocks. At first I thought that he had been licking her where Betty had 
licked me, but I slowly realized that his tongue was sliding over her anus! 
The wet, matted appearance of her golden pubic hairs, however, assured me 
that he had already licked her pussy. 

"I think I was numb to what I was seeing for a few minutes, though. It 
simply had no place in my mind. Had it been anyone other than my mother, I 
would have spent a second or two being shocked, another few minutes figuring 
out just what was going on, then I would have gone on to enjoy the show 
secretly. But this was my mother! The very same mother who had already told 
me all about the horrors of sex! And, young as I was, I knew this was the 
taboo subject itself, or a variation of it. Dumbly I noted the peculiar 
licking continued while I stood rooted to the spot attempting to organize my 
thoughts enough to figure out what was going on. 

"Her voice was different, too, low and pleading and eager. Sort of like she 
didn't have any choice in the matter of what was being done to her, but she 
wasn't exactly up to fighting about it either, because in spite of herself 
it was feeling kind of nice. 'Ohh ... your hot ... tongue ... You're licking 
me ... You're licking me so hard ... Oh! Now your ... hot ... wet ... tongue 
is ... is pushing ... shoving ... ooh ... Now it's all the way up me ... Ooh 
... That feels so ... ' 

"His large hands reached under my mother's hips and lifted them, allowing me 
a split second of perfect viewing. His -tongue appeared to be half buried in 
Mother's tight rectum, and the thumbs on either of his hands were hooked, 
stretching her apart so that he could get even further inside her. Then he 
plunged the rest of his tongue into her, half-hiding his face in her 
wonderful softness, and I nearly fainted from the sudden syrupy shock that 
passed through my body as Mother responded to his passionate, horrifyingly 
intimate attack. She uttered a moan so low, so overpoweringly sensual that 
my childish cunt seemed to cry tears in empathy. I reached out for the sink, 
steadying myself, my heart racing, my pussy throbbing for the very first 
time. 

"What are you going to do to me now?' the feathery voice of my mother asked, 
eagerness mixed with the helpless-victim tone so smoothly, the total 
impression I received was that she enjoyed her helplessness and hoped this 
overpowering brute would really give it to her good this time! 

"A part of me watched and listened with terror and disgust, but a far larger 
part of my being was somehow up on that bed with them, subjecting myself to 
strange and wondrous sensations. All of a sudden, I felt a hint of Betty's 
tongue on my vulva. Sensing there was no way of reconciling Mother as I had 
always known her with the wild, lushly wanton woman on the bed, I think I 
emotionally cut myself in two also ... part of me recoiling, while the rest 
of my being stayed absorbed. The Rita who stayed asked no questions. 

"The man responded by pulling away from my mother a moment and I got my 
first real look at him. He wasn't even a stranger! It was our neighbor, a 
teacher, who, with his sharp-faced wife, lived next door and used to give me 
free lessons in swimming during the summer. He looked different without his 
glasses, his clothing and dark hair all messed up. I couldn't help but 
notice the huge shaft at the base of his belly. 

"It took a long time for him to answer her question. 'I'm going to give you 
what I love giving you most, Connie,' he said finally, his voice harsh with 
excitement. 'You bitch! You prick-teasing whore! You make me wait for weeks 
on end, you flaunt that beautiful little ass at me, then you expect me to 
get enough of it after I shoot into you once or twice! I'm going to give it 
to you good, baby ... ' 

"He grabbed my mother in his arms, kissed her hard and long on the mouth, 
then twisted her around until she was under him but on her hands and knees. 
Then he shoved between her shoulders until she was on the bed, her ass 
elevated high and the rest of her-head, shoulders, chest-flat on the 
mattress. Her thighs were open, forcing her rounded ass cheeks apart. She 
moaned softly, with anticipation. 

"At once he brought his face to the long dimple again, finding the small 
opening at once. He began to lick it wetly while my mother moaned some more. 

"I don't think I blinked once since I'd come to the crack in the door. My 
eyelids began to hurt, and still I stared wide-eyed, one hand buried between 
my legs. 

"Finally, our neighbor straightened up. On his knees behind her, his swollen 
cock arched and strained toward that crevice on which he'd just been 
sucking. It looked impossibly large once I realized he meant to actually 
stick it into my mother's ass! She realized it too, and again her voice was 
that strange combination of helplessness and spine-tingling anticipation, so 
that even I knew she wanted it ... 

"You're going to shove your prick up my asshole,' she whispered 
breathlessly, and it wasn't a question, though it wasn't exactly a 
statement, either. 

"There was something about the way she said that which seemed to electrify 
both of us, the neighbor as well as myself. I could swear his dick seemed to 
swell even more as she repeated her words, and I know, to the day that I 
die, that never will I hear a sentence more exciting, more thrilling. 
'You're going to shove your prick up my asshole,' she repeated a third time, 
'and you're going to make me like it, you bastard ... ' 

"He held very still through all of this. Then, grasping his cock with one 
hand, he began to feed it into the tight maw of her anus. It had to hurt-he 
was not especially gentle or slow-but she seemed unable to do anything more 
than moan softly and hold very still. Then, when he had about half of it 
into her, he began to move up and back in her slippery hole, and his moans 
joined my mother's ... 

"Suddenly it was too much. I was weak-kneed and slightly sick, as if after a 
feast of chocolates on an empty stomach. As I tiptoed out of the room, I 
heard the two of them intensify their moans, working together, building 
toward ... what? I did not know ... 

"I slept restlessly that night, and, in the morning, when my mother, curious 
about my sudden, early return home, questioned me about what Betty had done 
to make me leave, I wondered if I had not only dreamed the night before ... 

"Something happened to me then, a new side to life captured my imagination 
and my interest. Maybe it was the start of that madness thing, I don't know. 
But I began to wait for that other part of my mother to appear. I became a 
little soldier, a young agent, a detective who snooped and planned. I began 
to slip away from school at lunch time to see what my mother was up to in my 
absence, and I would sometimes follow her as best I could when she had some 
appointment to keep, even if her excuse sounded as boring and sensible as a 
doctor's appointment. At first it was a waste of time, but one afternoon I 
noticed her downtown while I was driving by with a friend with whom I was 
spending the day. I asked my friend's mother to stop, that I'd seen my 
mother go into the market and would catch a ride home with her. 

"Obsessed by my new interest, I followed Mother as she worked her way 
swiftly toward a large apartment building on the next block. It was easy to 
follow unnoticed, and I began to enjoy what I was doing. But then she ducked 
into the big building, and by the time I reached the lobby she was nowhere 
in sight. 

"I was actually trembling with anger and disappointment when I realized she 
was gone. I slumped down on a bus stop bench next to an elderly lady and a 
snoring man while my mother was off doing I didn't know what with our 
neighbor, or someone I didn't even know. I think I must have dozed off while 
waiting, because the sun was a lot lower in the sky when I woke up just in 
time to see my mother leave the building. At first I almost didn't recognize 
her. She had her hair loose, swaying in the breeze, and her body under the 
somber dress seemed fuller somehow, more womanly. It was her walk, I 
realized, following her once more. She moved her hips as if they'd just been 
oiled. Then she ran her hand quickly and lovingly down over her plump ass, 
as if smoothing the dress, and a dull throb started up in my guts. I knew 
she'd been licked and fucked again, that she'd met someone in that ancient 
building who had stroked her wriggling bottom for her, and suddenly I was 
white-hot with jealousy, wishing it had been myself who had done all that to 
her, to my beautiful mother ... 

"I remember she'd stopped at the first gas station she came to, disappearing 
this time into the bathroom. I waited, and when she came out her hair was 
neatly coiled into the familiar bun and she suddenly looked ten years older, 
like any of a dozen women returning from a rather tiring shopping trip. 

"In the next five years I don't think I was successful in catching my mother 
more than two or three times, and I still don't know if that was because she 
was too clever for me or actually because she indulged infrequently. 

"Not that it mattered, really, because in my mind she v as eternally on her 
knees, moaning as a big cock plunged into her unresisting asshole ... 

"Shortly after that first night I went back to being Betty's best friend, 
and the next night we spent together was an entirely different story. As 
soon as the lights were out, the others asleep and the door locked, I was 
the one tugging on Betty's pajamas, eager for the real fun to begin. 

"Betty didn't ask any questions. She giggled as my hand felt her carefully, 
exploring her little naked lips and the dampness beneath them. When I 
reached lower, slipping a finger along the narrow groove between her hard 
little ass cheeks, she giggled again but let me do whatever I wanted. Then 
she began to rub my pussy and ass, duplicating what I was doing to her. 

"As soon as her finger touched my asshole I tensed up, then relaxed as a 
warm, satisfying glow seemed to fill me. Tightening my thighs, I kept her 
hand trapped where it was, and while I played with her she concentrated all 
her attention on that bud of wrinkled flesh, prodding and tickling, even 
playfully attempting to penetrate my anus. We fell asleep that way finally, 
and I could hardly wait until the next time we spent the night together. 

"Each time we got a chance we experimented further, a normal enough thing 
for little girls to do, if our concentration hadn't soon become so totally 
anal. But I soon found out her little cunt didn't excite me very much, and 
her playing with mine didn't do all that much for me, either. But I loved 
fondling her small ass, and any touch to mine was wonderfully thrilling. I 
don't think Betty cared very much what it was we were doing, as long as it 
felt good. Before too long we had progressed to wetting our fingers and 
inserting them in each other's rectums, and from there it was easy to find 
larger items and better ways to make them slippery enough ... 

"Betty used to sneak a carrot from her kitchen before we'd bed down for the 
night, and with the help of a little of her mother's face cream, she'd shove 
the orange play-cock slowly up my aching ass. At first it hurt, but 
eventually it got to feeling better and better ... I'd close my eyes and 
imagine that I was my mother, and I'd raise my butt and tell Betty to give 
me more. 

"When Betty and her family moved later on, my mother couldn't understand why 
I grieved so long and hard. In fact, she's never been able to see what I'd 
seen in the girl ... Finally she'd given up trying to reason me out of my 
depression, muttering how useless it was trying to talk to me, we were too 
different to understand each other. 

"It sort of made me smile. Ah, Mother ... Mother ... if only you knew how 
much we were alike ... " 

Rita E. so strongly identified with her mother that she, at first 
subconsciously and later consciously, adopted the same modes of behavior. 
Like her mother, Rita has a very strong personality and is very good at 
hiding that fact. Over and over again it becomes quite clear that Rita is 
"acting out" the game of depending on people, whereas in reality she subtly 
takes the lead. In her sexual life Rita is the aggressor, witness the fact 
that she decided to marry a young man, knowing something he was not even 
aware of, namely that he was a latent homosexual. 

Rita was told by her mother that sex was dirty, sinful, disgusting and 
naughty. This verdict on sex was handed down to her by an authority she 
respected and did not question. In much the same manner did the early Church 
Fathers lay down the rules of what was and what was not permissible in 
sexual conduct. As we shall later see, a surprising amount of sexual 
activity was not permitted. Both the general conception of sex as sinful-as 
well as many specific prohibitions-have survived almost intact till today 
and have found their way into our legal codes and moral system. 

Since it has become customary for opponents of the stringent rules against 
sexual activity other than sexual intercourse for the sake of procreation, 
to blame the Apostle Paul, it is worth giving St. Paul's actual words: 

It is good for a man not to touch a woman. Nevertheless to avoid 
fornication, let every man have his own wife, and let every woman have her 
own husband. For I would that all men were even as myself. But every man 
hath his proper gift of God. I say therefore to the unmarried and widows, it 
is good for them if they abide even as I. But if they cannot contain, let 
them marry: for it is better to marry than to burn. Now concerning virgins I 
have no commandment of the Lord: yet I give my judgment. If thou marry thou 
has not sinned; and if a virgin marry she hath not sinned ... 

G. Rattray Taylor, in his book Sex and History, refers to this passage of 
St. Paul and also comments on the willingness of Church authorities during 
the Middle Ages to twist facts to their purpose: 

In this passage we can see the expression of a belief in the general 
desirability of sexual continence, but also the quite distinct recognition 
that continence is a "gift of God" which many do not have, and a specific 
assertion that it is not sinful to marry, and that the purpose of marriage 
is to avoid fornication; this can only mean that it is to provide a legal 
alternative. Nowadays the Pauline view is expressed by saying that the 
purpose of marriage is "the relief of concupiscence" while the extreme 
medieval view is expressed by saying that the sole purpose of marriage is 
procreation. 

Paul also made it clear that he was not propounding the official teaching of 
Christ, but was simply giving his personal opinion in reply to a number of 
questions which had been put to him by the Church at Corinth. 

Attaching as it did such importance to preventing masturbation, the Church 
sought a Biblical justification, and had no hesitation twisting the facts to 
its purpose. Genesis XXXVII refers to Onan's seed falling upon the ground 
and his subsequently being put to death. The idea was established-and is 
still widely believed-that this passage refers to masturbation, and the word 
onanism has come to be used as a synonym for it. Actually it refers to the 
practice of coitus interruptus; and the reason why Onan was put to death was 
that he had violated the law of the levirate, by which a man must provide 
his deceased brother's wife with offspring. 

The history of our attitude toward sex is a fascinating one, despite all the 
misery it caused. As we shall see, the early Church Fathers were just as 
bad, if not worse, than the Puritans who revived some of their ideas. The 
only solace we can find in the misery and agony their decrees have caused 
untold generations is that it was their good intention to keep our immortal 
souls from burning in Hell's eternal fires. 

It was believed that-even within marriage- the sexual act should not be 
performed for pleasure ... this was considered sinful. This point of view, 
coming to us from the dark Middle Ages, was reasserted by Pope Pius XII in 
our century. 

Since the love of a man for his wife was considered to be desire, and hence 
sinful, this led to the proposition that no man should love his wife. In 
fact, Peter Lombard wrote that a man who loved his wife too ardently was a 
greater sinner than an adulterer. 

But, the fight against sexuality did not stop there. The Church began to 
develop, around the 8th century, a series of penitential books which vividly 
described and elaborated every sex act in torrid detail, prescribing the 
penalties for each of these acts if and when committed. Needless to say that 
the only permissible sex act was coitus in vagina whereby the couple was 
dressed in special night shirts with suitably placed holes through which the 
husband could impregnate his wife. These shirts were called the chemise 
cajole. 

Virginity, of course, was prized so highly that St. Augustine declared it a 
better state than marriage. St Jerome tolerated marriage on the grounds that 
it provided the world with potential virgins ... the brides of Christ. 

Soon, all forms of sexual activity other than intercourse between married 
persons for the sake of begetting offspring were banned. Fornication was 
more serious than murder and adultery was worse than fornication. One 
penalty was ten years' fast with perpetual lamentation and denial of burial 
in consecrated ground. 

Not only the sexual act was placed under heavy taboo. Kissing, yes, even 
thinking about fornication, called for 40 days' penance. Even involuntary 
nocturnal emissions, the wet dream, was a crime. The offender had to get up 
immediately, sing seven penitential psalms and another thirty in the 
morning. 

An inordinately large amount of penalties were prescribed for homosexuality 
and bestiality, but it was the heinous crime of Onan, as G. Rattray Taylor 
pointed out, that brought the full wrath of God's Church down upon the 
unfortunate sinner. St. Thomas Aquinas considered this sin to be even 
greater than fornication! Intentional or not, psychologically this was a 
stroke of genius, for whoever wanted to destroy all pleasure in the sex act 
created generations upon generations of human beings crippled by guilt 
feelings. The belief that sex and the pleasure we derive from it is dirty, 
sinful, disgusting and naughty springs directly from this strong taboo on 
infantile masturbation. The child is far too young to understand exactly why 
he is given such fierce punishment. Masturbation is the only means where he 
can give himself pleasure. The horror and fear he invokes in his parents and 
educators, the vicious punishment meted out to him to "save his immortal 
soul" are so out of proportion to the act itself that soon a fear of 
pleasure in all its forms becomes firmly embedded in his unconscious. 

In many quarters of the world and of our own society, these doctrines and 
taboos are still adhered to. But even within marriage, the sexual act was 
strongly regulated. Confessors were ordered to question specifically about 
how the sexual act was performed ... questions that were not surpassed till 
almost a thousand years later when Alfred Kinsey developed his 
questionnaire. The sexual act must be performed in one strictly prescribed 
position only. The so-called more canino (or dog fashion) called for seven 
years' penance! This was, because it was believed that this method of rear 
entry afforded the participants the greatest pleasure. 

Not content with this, the Church began to whit-down on the days upon which 
married couples might legitimately perform their "marital duties." Sundays, 
Wednesdays and Fridays were out. So were the forty days before Christmas and 
Easter. This left barely 130 days out of every year. Of course, sexual 
congress was also forbidden from the time of conception till forty days 
after the child was born, three days before receiving Holy Communion (which 
was often), and, of course, while doing penance. 

As if all these restrictions were not enough, the Church refused to perform 
marriages during Advent, Lent, and in May. It also restricted the hours 
during which people could be married, namely from 8 A.M. till noon. Here, we 
still have the June brides, supposedly because no one could marry during 
May. In England it is still a serious crime to marry a person outside the 
hours established by the Church. The penalty is up to fourteen years of 
penal servitude. 

Having gone through such great lengths to wipe out the pleasures of sexual 
intercourse over almost a millennium, we should not be surprised that our 
society is beset and plagued by the questions as to what we should consider 
normal and abnormal in our sexual relationships. The greater trouble is the 
reaction of some people who break the taboos against experiencing sexual 
pleasure. Most seem to become incapable of enjoying, or performing, 
penis-vagina coitus between a man and a woman. And we do not yet know why 
this is so. 

"I had learned a great deal from Betty, mostly that people were very easily 
influenced by a dominant personality. Betty had initiated our sexual 
exploration, yes, but once I'd taken the position of leader, she was very 
easily convinced that she should be doing whatever it was I asked of her. I 
wasted little time in finding myself a new girl friend, Marge. A cute little 
brown-haired girl, a year older than my nine. I started her off as soon as 
we spent our second night together. She was kind of shocked at first, but 
before long she was as eager as I was. Marge was the first girl I ever 
sucked. 

"We would spend a lot of time playing with each other's asses, like with 
Betty, but I knew Marge particularly liked having her pussy played with. One 
night, hotter than ever, I brought my face very close to her ass to watch as 
I slipped a finger in and out of her clenching asshole. The throbbing in my 
belly was a roar as I looked at the cute little butt I was feeling, and 
suddenly I Was overwhelmed with a desire to kiss and tongue it. Removing my 
finger, I brought my face to the distended little ring of brownish flesh, 
then I was lost, in the ecstasy of kissing and licking a sweet little anus 
for the very first time. My tongue followed the sticky trail between the 
plump little rump, swished back and forth over the tiny slit, and finally 
plunged right into the seething little pit. It was wonderful, and an image 
of my mother flashed before my eyes. Not the woman who said all this was 
nasty and repulsive, but the other one, the warm, yielding, helpless one ... 

"Marge loved it. She wriggled against my face, barely able to keep quiet 
while my mouth attacked her. She finally managed to twist around, though, so 
that my lapping tongue was directly on her pussy. By that time I didn't 
care. I lapped her cunt wildly, digging into her other hole, sucking on her 
sensitive clitoris. I learned then what I've since found to be the case ... 
I love sucking a woman's slit, if first I've used my tongue lavishly on her 
yawning ass ... 

"I think I would have developed a whole little sex club of subteens if Mark 
hadn't come along when I was twelve. Until Mark, my entire sexual life was 
centered on girls and the big bodiless cocks of my imagination. Mark was 
four years older, but he noticed me. He lived in the neighborhood, and once 
I found out he wanted to have sex with me, I began to plan on having him be 
the first one up my ass. I was sure he had other plans, but I was strangely 
confident that I'd work things out the way I wanted them. 

"It turned out to be very simple. I went out with him-secretly, of course. 
Mother would have killed me if she'd had any idea I'd gone out with a boy. 
Anyway, I'd gone out with him a number of times, and each time I encouraged 
him to get more and more worked up. I let him touch me all over, kiss me, 
even suck my small nipples. But I wouldn't let him fuck me. I told him I 
wanted to stay a virgin. It was funny, actually. He'd get so hot he could 
hardly walk, and I wouldn't do anything to relieve him. Slowly I led him to 
the point where he actually was the one who suggested he put it into my 
ass-just for a moment, of course, and so carefully it wouldn't hurt at all. 
If I hadn't been so excited, I would have laughed. I'd hinted about it a 
million times, and here Mark was sounding like it was his own idea! 

"We were parked on a deserted road at the time, and I, too, became a 
helpless 'victim,' overcome by his maleness, unable to resist. He used his 
own spit on his good-sized cock, but it wasn't enough to do the job. I was 
pressed against the car seat, my naked ass open to his probing tool. It felt 
fantastic, the large head attempting to spear into my slender channel, but 
we both knew it was useless, it would take more than spit to get that 
monster inside me. Still, after only a few shoves, Mark's hot young balls 
bunched and exploded, forcing a shower of sizzling come flooding against my 
puckered asshole. That night, alone in my bed, a finger working in my cunt 
while another finger plunged in and out of my rectum, I had my first, real 
orgasm ... 

"Mark wised up fast, and on our next date he had a tube of some lubricant 
with him. Slowly but forcibly he worked his prick into my ass, coming this 
time as soon as he had half of it wedged into me. It took a total of six 
separate attempts over the next week and a half before he was able to stay 
long enough to get inside me and ride me more than a minute before shooting 
off. And each time I loved it more than the last ... 

"Mark became my life for all of two months, then he began pressuring me to 
do other things. He kept wanting to fuck my cunt, and he tried repeatedly to 
get me to suck his cock. I wouldn't do either until he began to pay a lot of 
attention to Helen; an older girl we knew. I was already hooked on cock up 
my ass, and I was too young then to realize how easy it was to get. So I 
gave in one night, again in his car, and used my mouth on his dick. He loved 
it, but I considered the whole bit a waste of time and of a precious, 
wonderful erection. 

"Everything was fine between the fucking of my ass and my sucking on his 
cock, but then I found out Mark was taking Helen to school dances and other 
places I didn't dare go, since my mother would have killed me if she knew I 
was seeing a boy. 

"We argued violently one afternoon, and finally I gave in and agreed Mark 
could do whatever he wanted with me as long as he didn't mess around with 
Helen or any other girl. He swore he'd give up school dances and parties and 
movie dates if I'd let him fuck me. 

"The first time was pure agony. Where I'd had years of fingers and other 
things poked up my willing ass, my small cunt was unprepared for his large 
prick. I cried as he broke my cherry, and I ached for the next two days. 
True to my word, I let him fuck me when he wanted to, but it was so 
unappealing to me that soon he was happy to go back to just fucking my ass 
and mouth. 

"One night, as I was sucking his dick for him, Mark suggested I lick his 
balls. I obeyed, and in lifting them I found myself staring up at his tensed 
anus. I felt a strong desire to reach up and lick it quickly. But I was 
afraid he might not like that, so I held back. But the next day, after 
having dropped my girl friends completely since Mark had come into my life, 
I found myself inviting Marge to stay the night. She agreed eagerly, and 
once more I spent long hours with my tongue buried between a pair of soft 
ass cheeks. 

"I got through high school before my mother died of some virus. There was a 
little money left for me, enough so that I could go to college without 
working very much. 

"Strangely enough, my high school years were my least sensual. Mother got 
sick shortly after my fifteenth birthday and she never really recovered. I 
became interested in schoolwork, there was no longer any reason to 'trail' 
my mother, my interest in the girls dropped off, and Bob, my boyfriend after 
Mark, was so consumed by guilt after each session we soon drifted apart. 

"I knew I was getting to look more and more like my mother, and I think I 
subconsciously adopted her means of avoiding attention. I hid my lovely long 
blonde hair in an unbecoming hairdo, concealed my naturally sexy figure, and 
studied my way through high school, almost as if I slept through those 
years. It got to the point where I was sometimes able to almost convince 
myself that I'd dreamed all that had happened ... or that there were two of 
me, two Ritas, and the strange one, the one that had indulged her young body 
in all that perversion, that one had somehow managed to die ... 

"I began to reawake after Mother died. I sold the old house, moved to the 
closest city with a college, and started life over, alone. There was 
something nice about that, a feeling of ultimate freedom, because I knew no 
one, there was no one to hold the past to or against me, and I could choose 
what to carry along with me from the past ... and what to bury. I thought 
about it for a long time, and I chose finally, after much deliberation, to 
give up the dowdy me and go off to my new world an attractive, vibrant young 
woman, dressed in clothing that neither hid nor exaggerated whatever looks I 
had. 

"I rented a decent apartment, registered at the local city college, and went 
on a little spree, decorating my little apartment with fun things. I think I 
sensed even then that I had no idea of who or what I was, that I had lived 
in the shadow of my mother entirely too long, and that that, in itself, was 
an enigma, since I'd never, never really known who or what she was, either. 

"Oddly enough, I didn't seem to need friends at first. There was a young 
couple in the building where I lived who took an interest in me, and before 
long we were friendly enough to find myself being invited to dinners where 
there was always an unmarried friend or relative. I rejected dating these 
men, though, just because I was too uneasy about myself, and too wary of 
where I might go from here with my life. Then I met Kal, and that was the 
end of that. 

"He was a merchant marine, blonder than I, tall, slim and handsome. He 
stayed with his sister and her husband who lived down the block from me, 
when he was in town. 

"We met in the lobby one day, literally bumped into each other. One look 
into those cool blue eyes of his and I felt as if someone had kicked me in 
the belly. That night he was at my door. 

"We went to a movie. I hadn't been able to find a way to reject his 
invitation. There was something about Kal which made me feel like a 
butterfly pinned to a mat. I don't think either of us really saw or heard a 
moment of that picture. Finally it was over, and we were back at my door. He 
didn't wait to see if I'd invite him in or not. He simply opened the door 
with my key and walked in. Then I was in his arms, his strong mouth against 
mine, and his fingers were working on my buttons. 

"There was nothing I could do. I was jelly. It was as if we'd worked out 
this date months before, down to each last detail. When I was naked, we 
walked to my bedroom. Kissing me again, Kal lowered me to my bed, then told 
me to wait while he found some Vaseline. I told him where it was-all this as 
calmly as if we'd done it time and time before. 

"Returning with the lubricant, Kal began to work it onto his hardening cock 
while I watched from the bed. 

"I have rather ... European tastes, Rita,' he said, smiling down at me. 
Then, spreading my legs and lifting me, he urged my legs up over his 
shoulders, far too high to enter my tight cunt. I felt the knob of his big 
prick against my straining, widespread anus, and then it was slowly sinking 
into me, filling me, and all those years melted away. 

"I heard my own voice, not a question, not exactly a statement, more 
explicitly a benediction ... 'You're shoving your prick up my asshole ... 
you are ... you are ... " And I was coming, spasming wildly as his cock 
slowly inched its way into me. 

"He stayed all night, and I don't think there was a position which involved 
my rump and his dick which we didn't try. I had to stay in bed all next day. 
Kal had to get to his ship, but I eagerly awaited his next visit to our 
town. There was no denying it-somehow Rita had caught up with Rita ... 

"College became a whole different thing after that. I began getting 
interested in the handsome young studs and the lovely young girls who 
prowled the campus. There was a great difference living here, in a somewhat 
sophisticated town. Lots of the sweet young girls loved a good tonguing when 
they were between men, and only a few of them were turned off at the thought 
of having their pretty little assholes licked. And it wasn't hard to find a 
good-looking man to fuck my ass, either. Soon I was too busy for the nice 
young couple down the hall, and I was caught up in a hectic social life, one 
that was so busy, in fact, that I was finally asked to move. The old bitch 
who owned the apartment building didn't care for the night traffic, as she 
called it. 

"A girl I knew, Tracy, had an apartment down at the beach. She invited me to 
stay with her. I was all for it, but since it was so far from school, I took 
to missing more and more classes. Finally, I dropped out and took a job at a 
beach-side restaurant, waiting table, dressed sexy to make up for the lousy 
food. I didn't know what I wanted to do most with my life, so I treaded 
water, basked in almost constant sexual activity-most of it to my taste-and 
let the future take care of itself. 

"It was during that time that I came to be a beach prowler. I'd set up my 
towel, radio, book or two, lotion and other beach essentials, stretch out in 
my bikini, and feast my eyes on the handsome flesh that moved and played 
everywhere. It didn't bother me a bit that I had this little ass fetish of 
mine ... I was too involved in enjoying it. 

"Then I met Carl. He was dark and handsome, and he kept to himself. He came 
to the beach every day, and it didn't take me long to realize that he was 
one of those borderline cases, a potential homosexual who didn't know it 
yet. I found out he had money, too, and slowly the idea shaped in my mind. 
Whatever it was I wanted eventually to do with my life, I could do it better 
with money than without it. 

"Luckily, it turned out that Carl was sort of on the submissive side. It was 
easy to push my way into his life. My plan was simple, to get him into bed, 
to make the sex good enough for him so that he would want to marry me. I 
didn't like the idea of being a kept woman. Those I knew were far less free 
than the wives I knew. I liked the idea of having a rich husband who could 
be controlled easily. It sounded perfect. 

"Getting Carl in bed wasn't easy, not even for me. It turned out that Carl 
had been to bed with women before, several of them, and he'd never had a 
good experience. He was not ready for another bad experience. 

"It took getting Carl drunk one night in order to get him into bed. And even 
then, he passed out on me. I let him sleep a while, then I slowly began to 
suck on his cock. I was pleased to find that it was a big one, and I worked 
on it carefully, trying to keep him sleeping, unaware until desire, raw and 
unafraid, awakened him. 

"For some reason, sucking him while he was asleep excited me far more than 
sucking a guy who was enthusiastically for it. I felt a wonderful freedom, 
and I worked him around until I had my head all the way between his legs. 
Then, using one hand while the other tugged on his prick, I spread the hairy 
cheeks of his masculine buttocks. I began to lick him eagerly, working my 
tongue in and out of his tight hole. It was then he came awake, his dick a 
bar of throbbing steel in my fist. 

"Oh, God, that feels good,' he moaned, pushing his ass even harder against 
my face. 'So good ... ' 

"I really went wild then, licking and sucking, working his prick more slowly 
now, careful to keep him from coming. Then I moved, replacing my mouth with 
a finger. I finger fucked his snug slit for a moment, then twisted so I was 
against him spoon-fashioned, my soft ass against his cock. I'd been 
prepared-I oiled my ass before getting into the bed, and my body heat melted 
the Vaseline so that it was an inviting slippery fluid, a smooth ride for 
his hard cock. 

"Afraid that if I gave him a moment to think of what we were doing he might 
go soft on me, I reached back and did all the work, impaling myself on his 
tool. It felt wonderful, and I could feel Carl shuddering against me. 

"It took him only minutes to come that first time, and before the night was 
over he had fucked me twice again. I actually looked forward to the future 
as we stood before the judge the next day. It didn't look like it might be a 
bad marriage after all, the bed part, anyway. 

"Our marriage, for whatever it's worth, lasted all of six months. It turned 
out to be a full year and a half before the legal side was over with, but we 
parted ways after six months. Carl got over his little hang-up, all right. 
With his new confidence, he lost his need for props in order to be a real 
man, and soon he got into his head that our way of making love was not as 
'normal' as it should be. So he got it into his head that he was going to 
'straighten Rita out!' All that got me was pregnant, though I miscarried 
almost at once. It was funny, I guess, but I no sooner made Carl 'a man' 
before he was dead-set on returning the favor by readjusting me. We settled 
on a nice, large alimony, went our separate ways, and that was that. 

"I met Gerald shortly after, and Gerald soon began to swing my way, much to 
my pleasure. Completely uninhibited, he was able to match me thrill for 
thrill, and when he really got in the mood for straight fucking we'd find a 
girl for .a three-way party. If the mood were right I'd usually have a 
little fun with the girl, too. That's how I lost Gerald, finally. 

"He suggested my getting a girl to join us one night. I agreed readily 
enough, and I called a chick I used to swing with, a little redhead with the 
cutest, roundest ass I've ever seen. Barbie wasn't exactly bi-sexual-she was 
just sexual. I'd met her at the college, and when she'd happened to spend 
the night at my apartment once for some reason or other, I'd found out that 
a hot tongue inching up her butt was one of her favorite sensations. We'd 
played many times since then, and when Gerald said he'd like a little party, 
I happened to think of her. 

"Barbie was between boyfriends at the time, she told me on the phone when 
I'd finally reached her -she'd moved several times since I'd last seen her. 
When I invited her over to make up a little three-way party, she was ripe 
for it. I was delighted. 

"As the day passed, I thought more and more about Barbie, about the way she 
loved being kissed and licked, about how sweet looking, sweet tasting she 
was, and I was eager to see her again. By the time she got to my 
apartment-early-I was tired of waiting. I suggested we wait for my boyfriend 
in bed. 

"I got her clothes off and we slipped under the sheets. I sucked her nipples 
briefly, kissed her lips, tongued her wet, warm pussy, then got down to what 
I really wanted. Barbie was an easy girl to bring to an orgasm. I would play 
with her clitoris while my tongue dove into her ivory cheeks, and she would 
shudder and climax, then ask for more. 

"I hardly heard Gerald enter. I guess he recognized Barbie as soon as he 
neared the bed. I still don't know why he got so excited. I didn't know 
Barbie was his sister-I didn't plan it or anything! The two of them carried 
on until a neighbor banged on the wall to shut them up. After I finally 
managed to kick the two of them out, I had to resort to my fingers to finish 
off what Barbie's lush body had started in me. Afterwards I was really 
sorry. Gerald was one of the best. 

"But the beach is always here, and I have all the time in the world. 
Sometimes I worry, because my life seems entirely centered on my own, 
admittedly limited, sexual needs. I don't really know why I'm as I am, but I 
suspect I'll never change. Most of the time, especially when I'm in bed, 
with an enormous tool drilling into my clenching rectum, filling me, loving 
me, I'm not so sure I ever want to change ... " 

CHAPTER THREE: Up From the Rear 

"Until I was thirty, the idea of taking a woman anally was completely 
foreign to me. Not that I felt myself prudish or closed to anything. And I 
knew, of course, that homosexuals made love that way. But I was not a 
homosexual and the idea of inserting my cock into another person's ass, male 
or female, was abhorrent to me. 

"Why on earth do anything so wild? I asked myself. I could never really 
understand any of the most far out techniques in lovemaking. I don't mean 
something like licking a man's penis if you were a girl or sucking a girl's 
pussy. I could easily understand doing that in the heat of passion. But what 
was the point of putting your cock in a girl's asshole, I asked myself 
whenever I heard some guy in a party talk about it. 

"What pleasure could you get by putting your organ into a tight cavity, 
without being able to face the girl, without enjoying the look in her eyes, 
her smile, her personality? Wasn't it too much like another form of 
masturbation? 

"On the rare occasions I did think about anal intercourse, I thought about 
it's arch poet, the infamous Marquis de Sade. I had always meant to read him 
because he was fashionable and because books like Justine were supposed to 
be jewels of their kind. I wanted to read de Sade for other reasons. He was 
a rebel who told society to go to hell if it didn't like him and I envied 
him for taking both attitudes. 

"It was what I would have loved to do myself if I could. Like him, I felt 
pressured and kicked around by the world. I felt like a loner and, like him, 
I have a kind of love-hate feeling about women. All women. 

"I liked them sexually, but I could never get anywhere with them. I felt 
always that they were secretly laughing at me ... at the very moments when I 
was most sincere, most exposed and worst of all, most vulnerable. So I loved 
de Sade's attitude that women were to be treated as objects of sexual 
gratification and that by dominating them, you kept yourself from being 
dominated in turn, from being made fun of. 

"But his obsession with fucking women in the ass irritated me. He talked of 
nothing else in the book I had browsed through. A woman's ass seemed to be 
either an object of delight or like a red flag to an angry bull. There was 
no in-between. His incessant carping on women's asses had always seemed 
senseless to me. But to be honest I am easily irritated. Foolish people 
irritate me, dumb people irritate me, most women irritate me, even when I 
find them attractive, and my job irritates me because I have never felt easy 
or secure in it. 

"I work in a big office building that employs a lot of people and many of 
them are women. Normally, I work in an office, alone with facts and figures, 
dealing with sales operations, projected profits and losses, inventory 
turnovers. It's a combination of mathematics, economics and report 
preparation. It's a good job and it pays well but I have never felt happy 
with it. For one thing it's a dead end. I cannot be promoted. I can get a 
few raises, that's all. 

"But worse is the fact that I'm always working with a lot of young and 
pretty girls, none of whom ever know I'm alive. I don't know if you can 
understand what that's like. Picture yourself in an office full of gorgeous 
young girls who walk about in miniskirts almost up to their navels. Bouncing 
and jouncing along the floors past your desk, their tits bobbing up and 
down, trailing perfume as they walk. 

"Picture having them come over to your desk several times an hour to check a 
fact or figure, to update a report. Imagine a pretty girl with a beautiful 
ass bending over your desk to read a paper, and laughing, and showing her 
cleavage as you help her. Picture yourself dying to grab at her ass or feel 
her tits and not being able to and you begin to get an idea of how I feel. 

"I used to leave the office with a hard on every afternoon, full of 
frustration because I wanted to feel and to fuck every girl in the place. 
And because I was afraid to even ask them for a date. Afraid, not because 
I'm horrible looking. I'm not. I'm six feet tall, fairly attractive in a 
blond kind of way with a strong chin and nose and a good body because I ski 
a lot in winter and play tennis in summer. No, I was afraid because nearly 
every sexual experience I had ever had wound up with me either coming too 
soon, not coming at all, or getting flustered as hell as the girl laughed at 
me. 

"Yet the hell of it is I can't stay away from women. Having them around me 
all the time works me up and if it's bad in the office, it's worse in the 
elevators. Let me tell you about my sex life in elevators and maybe It'll 
make my anal obsession clearer. 

"When I go into a crowded elevator, either at the lunch break or the end of 
the day, I get a hard on right away. I'm jammed in with several girls on the 
twenty-fourth floor and as the car stops on each lower floor more girls 
squeeze in. There are a few men in the car but I'm almost always surrounded 
by female flesh ... young, supple, sweet-smelling female flesh and as my 
cock spears an ass here and an ass there, my temples begin to throb wildly 
and my cock grows stiff and longer. I do not try to do anything at first. 

"I hold myself stiff, aloof. But God, how long can a guy stand there with 
his stiff cock between the buttocks of a nineteen-year-old girl? I would 
stand there feeling my cock cushioned by this delicious teen-aged ass, 
smelling the heavy cologne or perfume given off by the gorgeous big tits of 
a girl standing next to my nose and feeling another girl's warm pussy 
against my own backside. And this going on floor after floor. 

"In the beginning I was terrified lest some girl whose ass was against my 
cock would turn around and complain. When nothing like that happened, I felt 
more relaxed. And then I realized that the girl was probably as embarrassed 
as I or leery of calling attention to herself by complaining. 

"The net result was that I went out of my way to slip into the elevators at 
their most packed moments. I knew, for instance that at 12:05 P.M. several 
of the prettiest girls on my floor and those immediately below and above 
would crowd into the elevators. I knew, too, that at 5:05 or 5:10- and even 
as late as 5:30-the elevators would be boxes full of superb female bodies 
and smells and soprano laughter. Sometimes I would sit in my office, just 
before lunch or at the day's end, and think about it. 

"I'd have fantasies in which I would pretend I had dropped my keys in a 
crowded elevator. Getting to my knees, I would be searching for the keys and 
at the same time rubbing my lips against the girls' bare legs under their 
brief miniskirts. Slowly I would let my face move up along their lovely 
white legs up to their furry cunts and then I would eat my fill, letting my 
tongue glide over the girls' bushes and their slits as they moaned. 

"And interestingly enough, in view of my later activities, I had visions of 
myself turning the girls around and letting my tongue move over their 
luscious cheeks. I could almost taste their pink buttocks. In my mind's eye, 
as I daydreamed, the great pink buttocks would be like giant mounds of 
delicious ice cream. I would like, lick, lick, letting my tongue move 
hungrily over each ass cheek until I had my fill. I did not, then, think 
about getting into the girls' assholes. Just about kissing their lovely 
bottoms until I was satisfied. 

"I would get myself so aroused by these daydreams that I could hardly wait 
to get on the elevator. And when I did, I had to control myself from seizing 
the girls' asses or getting on my knees and licking their cunts and their 
buttocks. 

"Instead, after being jammed into the elevator with girls on every side, I'd 
push my cock against the nearest ass available and enjoy the thrill of 
feeling my dick get hard without any visible complaint from her. In fact, at 
certain times I would get a distinct feeling that the girl liked my stiff 
cock. More than once I had the pleasure of feeling a girl edge her ass back 
against my cock as it moved away when I pushed in another direction. 
Obviously the girl liked feeling my cock there and I renewed my pressure. At 
other times I let my hand move against a girl's ass and if she did not 
complain, I caressed it gently. 

"After a few weeks of this I began to lose my fear of dating girls and got 
bolder. There was a very pretty blonde girl who worked on my floor and I had 
pressed my cock against her ass several times. This time I decided to try 
again. It was a hot summer day and I could see that her dress was very thin. 
Her pants were probably equally as thin, I thought. 

"As I moved behind her, I pressed my cock between her buttocks and closed my 
eyes. The elevator was full with twelve yelling and laughing girls; the 
smell of their bodies was delightful and I soon got a hard on. Then, to my 
astonishment, I realized the girl was pressing her ass against my cock and 
that she wore no panties under her dress. 

"I got so excited that I forgot my fear. Was she really not wearing panties 
or was it my imagination I asked myself. In any case, her own boldness in 
.pushing her ass against my cock so excited me that I put my forefinger 
against her ass. I pretended it was an accident of course. But I could feel 
nothing beneath her thin dress and when she continued to press her ass 
against my finger, I threw all my fears out the window and let my finger 
slip under her skirt. 

"It touched her buttocks first and then her fur and I nearly fainted from 
the electric shock that gave me. I mean I was actually feeling a girl's bush 
from the rear in an elevator full of girls. Just then a jolt shoved her ass 
hard against my finger and it slipped into her cunt. Then she moved again 
and this time it touched her asshole. I couldn't control myself then. Had 
she complained or sought to wriggle away, I might not have done it. But she 
remained with her ass glued to my hand. 

"My cock felt as if it were ready to explode. I turned slightly so I could 
position my dick against her ass and began to pump into the cleavage of her 
buttocks. At the same time, my heart was in my mouth. I half expected her to 
scream to the other girls that I was trying to fuck her, that my stiff cock 
was jammed between the cheeks of her ass, whatever. But she did nothing and 
said nothing. I could feel the warmth of her body against me and out of the 
corner of my eye I could detect beads of sweat on her left cheek. 

"She's as excited as I am, I thought. She wants it as badly as I do. I kept 
fucking her that way and wishing that she could turn so I could slip my cock 
out of my pants and put it between her thighs. In my heightened state of 
sexual excitement, I actually had the notion that maybe in this crowd, I 
could actually fuck her standing up. I would lift her up on to my cock as 
she faced me and insert it into her lovely cunt I told myself. 

"But, of course, the idea was insane. She could not have turned even if she 
had wanted to. Instead she remained as she was and I found myself pumping it 
into her backside slowly but steadily while she backed her ass into my cock. 
But it had, unfortunately, to be done slowly. Fucking her at a vigorous 
pace, would have called our neighbors' attention to it and anyway there was 
not enough room. 

"The result was that by the time we got to the main floor, I had almost come 
but not quite. As the girls around us boiled out of the doorway, I could see 
her eyes. There seemed to be just the hint of a smile in my direction and a 
soft moue to her lips as if she were truly sorry that I had not finished 
fucking her. 

"She's anxious for more, I thought, exultantly. I can call her and ask her 
for a date. I can fuck her in my place or hers. I kept thinking about it all 
afternoon, ready to shoot myself for not having run after her during the 
lunch break. I had no idea who she was, what her office number was. 

"That afternoon I walked through several offices, trying to find her. It was 
useless. She was not in the steno pool or any of the reception offices 
easily available to the incoming public. She must work in an inner office 
away from other people. 

"I knew I had to see her again so I timed my departure very carefully to see 
her on the elevator again. To be sure that I would not miss her, I 
deliberately ducked several cars until I saw her approach. The sight of her 
swinging hips, of her lovely tits jiggling in her formfitting sheath, was so 
exciting I almost kissed her. She smiled at me but said nothing since she 
was with two girls. I had to wait till she was alone. 

"I waited till she was outside the building and caught up with her as she 
rounded the corner. She seemed to expect me because she smiled again and did 
not say anything. I was panic-stricken about how to proceed next and then 
suddenly I heard myself ask her to have dinner with me. 

"Please,' I said, 'You've got to have dinner with me.' I saw her blue eyes 
wrinkle up with amusement. Her eyes darted down to my hand to see if there 
was a wedding band. Then she nodded quickly. 

"The remainder of that day was like a dream until we got to her house. She 
was a pleasant, good-humored girl and we got on together beautifully. It 
turned out that we both liked tennis and swimming and the theater and we 
danced wonderfully. As we danced, I got another big hard on and I couldn't 
control my impatience to get her home. All the way to her apartment my fears 
that something would go wrong made me miserable. As always my fears were fed 
by my own insecurity. 

"I was convinced that she was somehow baiting me, playing some weird joke 
that would blow up in my face. Why else would she be acting so warm and 
affectionate? Why wasn't she mad because of what I had done in the elevator? 
Why did she smile soon after she felt my stiff cock on the dance floor? 

"When we got to her flat I decided to call her bluff and see whether it was 
a joke. I reached for her and pulled her close, then caressed her ass with 
my right hand. I felt her shiver as I moved my hand, between her thighs and 
stroked her wet pussy. She opened her mouth and groaned ... I half expected 
the doors in the flat to fly open and have people from the office come in, 
laughing and shouting, people I worked with daily. 

"But nothing happened. She groaned as my finger teased her cunt and then she 
told me to sit down while she undressed. 'You mean it's okay?' I asked 
surprised. She laughed. 'Of course it is, you idiot. You nearly drove me out 
of my mind on that elevator.' 

"I thought you were maybe a little annoyed,' I said cautiously. 'I mean ... 
doing that ... in public. I ... I couldn't help myself. I had to do it. Do 
you understand that, Ginny?' 

"She nodded slowly. 'I was annoyed in the beginning but then it was all 
right. I've watched you in that elevator many times, you know. You never 
noticed me, I guess. But I did. And I was hoping you'd ask me out. I even 
asked some of the other girls questions about you. And then, when you got 
behind me, I figured it was a lucky accident. I was kind of surprised but 
glad.' 

"Really?' 

"She nodded a little shyly. 'I ... I got caught up in what was happening in 
the elevator. I wanted it to happen. Even when you touched me between my 
legs.' 

"I grabbed her and pulled her close. Then, slowly, I began to undress her, 
taking each piece of clothing off slowly, enjoying the sudden emergence of a 
breast or a naked thigh until she was completely nude. She lowered herself 
to her knees and opening my fly, took out my cock. Eagerly she took it in 
her mouth and licked it hungrily. 

"Then she stood up, helped me to remove my own clothes and, when we were 
both naked, led me into her bedroom. I should have been delighted, I should 
have felt gloriously on top of the situation at that moment. I was in the 
apartment of a pretty girl who wanted me. We were both stark naked and she 
had just sucked my dick. I should have been in heaven. But I wasn't. 

"I was in hell. The moment we crossed the doorway to her bedroom, my old 
panicky feeling came back. I still had a hard on and I watched her beautiful 
ass swaying just ahead of me. My desire returned in full vigor. It was when 
we were both on the bed and she spread her thighs to receive me that I felt 
weak and inadequate. I wanted to turn and leave ... to get my pants on and 
flee. 

"It was stupid. When I saw her ass move in front of me, I wanted to fuck the 
hell out of her. My cock began to twitch expectantly. Yet, when she was 
spread-eagled and waiting to take my dick into her cunt, I began to lose my 
stiffness. I felt real fear. I cannot explain it because I don't understand 
it, but I felt it strongly. 

"But I put my cock into her slit nonetheless and tried to have intercourse. 
I couldn't. Several times I slipped out. 

"What's wrong with you?' she said in a hurt voice. 'Don't you want me?' "Of 
course I do,' I said as convincingly as I could. 

"Then what's the matter? You really raped me in the damned elevator. Now you 
can't even keep it in my pussy for a minute.' 

"I don't know. Maybe I'm tired or nervous.' 

"Let's play with your cock a little. Sometimes that can help ... It's worth 
a try, anyway.' 

"She bent over and began to nibble teasingly at my cock and balls, letting 
her tongue caress the head of my cock until I groaned. Then she took my dick 
and sort of crushed it between her lovely, melon-like tits. It was fine, it 
was exquisitely exciting. I thought it would be fine this time and it was 
for a few minutes. But as soon as I inserted my cock into her wet, sopping 
cunt-she was even more worked up than I by the sucking and tit squeezing-I 
had trouble. Her eyes pleaded with me to keep going. 

"Then she began to wheedle me to follow through. 'Please, darling ... don't 
let me down now. I'm going crazy. I can't stand any more of this. I just 
can't. Keep pumping at me. Maybe that will help you stay hard inside my 
pussy.' 

"I tried but it was all to no avail. Long before I could make her come, I 
lost my hardness. When I fell out of her cunt a third time, she screamed at 
me, implored me in almost sobbing voice, not to torment her as I was doing. 
I felt miserable but her eyes, staring at me so accusingly, actually seemed 
to make it worse. 

"Oh you bastard! You bastard!' she yelled angrily at me. Then turning on her 
stomach, she dug her face into the pillows and began to kick at the bed with 
her feet like a child in a tantrum. As she did, my desire seemed to swell 
up. The sight of her sweet pink ass cheeks bobbing up and down as her body 
moved rhythmically on the bed was so exciting to watch, I could barely 
contain myself. 

"I had an overwhelming impulse to touch her lovely young pink ass, to feel 
the texture of the smooth buttocks in my hands. My hands itched to touch 
them and finally, in a hypnotic trance, I reached over and caressed them. 
They felt absolutely marvelous to the touch and I never wanted to let them 
go. 

"My caressing hands calmed Ginny a little. Her body no longer seemed to be 
racked with anger. She was still, however, weeping quietly into the pillow. 
And as she did, her lovely ass moved. I spread her cheeks and glanced 
curiously at the rich black bush that lay between her mounds. I had an 
overwhelming desire to kiss her bush and lowered my face to it. 

"The contact of my lips on her bush from the rear excited her very much. She 
turned quickly and embraced me, thinking that I was ready to resume our 
intercourse. 

"But the minute I caught sight of her eyes, wide with expectation, almost 
hysterical in her desire to see me succeed, I could not do anything again. I 
bounced quickly off the bed, dressed as rapidly as I could and deserted the 
apartment. I could hear her sobbing as I reached the front door. 

"The next day I did not go near the office. I was so ashamed of what I had 
done to her that I could not bear to run into her again. The days after that 
I deliberately took my lunch early and departed very late in order to avoid 
her on the elevator. I learned afterwards that I need not have bothered. She 
was as intent on avoiding me. 

"We did not see each other but I could not shake off my awful sense of 
guilt. How on earth could I have been such a fool as to attempt to lay her? 
After all my previous bad encounters? But then why had it been so easy for 
me to do what I had done in the elevator? I had been so excited that only a 
thin veneer of control had stopped me from taking out my stiff cock in the 
elevator and shoving it into her ass. 

"And there had been real sexual desire too. I had felt it, not only in the 
elevator. I had felt it in the restaurant as we sat at dinner, as we danced. 
I had felt it so strongly in her apartment later as I watched her gorgeous 
pink ass sashaying in front of me. I had longed to touch it, to kiss it and 
I had finally given in to my desire. 

"Yet when she faced me, when her eyes stared hopefully at me, my cock seemed 
to shrink. I wanted to back away from the whole thing. What in hell was the 
matter with me? How could I be a goddamned stud in an elevator full of girls 
and a sheep when I was in bed with one? The question seemed unanswerable. 
But I had to answer it. Not merely because I was irritated with my behavior 
but also because I genuinely liked the girl. I wanted to have a good 
relationship with her. 

"I decided I could not just sweep it under the rug anymore. I could not 
afford to lose Ginny. Somehow I had to work out my fear of fucking or 
whatever it was that kept me uptight at the crucial moment. But how? 

"A friend gave me the answer. 

"Get yourself a whore, Mike,' he advised. 'She'll help you work out the 
kinks. If you miss with her, so what? You're paying her. It's like going to 
a lab or a workshop.' 

"I don't know any whores,' I said unhappily. 

"He picked up the phone and dialed. After talking to a girl for a moment, he 
hung up. Then he wrote down an address. 

"Your teacher's waiting,' he said quietly." 

Michael Z. has a very weak personality. He is also basically afraid of 
women. He probably would have been a practicing homosexual were it not for 
the strongly implanted taboo against sex with another man. As a matter of 
fact, Michael's entire outlook on sex is one of almost unbearable guilt. He 
became fixated on the buttocks of women at a rather late age, probably 
because he did not have to look his partners in the eye. A woman looking at 
him made him instantly impotent. It is revealing that Michael finally 
completes the sex act with a prostitute. Even though it appears on the 
surface that he established friendly relations with the young lady (he 
called her to tell her that he finally succeeded in copulating with a 
woman), it is clear that he dared to make the demands upon her because he 
had rented her body ... in other words he had already established, even 
though temporary, ownership of her. 

Though Michael never overcame his feelings of guilt which caused his 
impotence, it was his erotic fascination with the anal region that, in turn, 
allowed him to overcome his strange impotence. 

Impotence seldom has any direct physical causes. A physician can establish 
that in no time. If he cannot find a physical cause, the problem is mental. 

It is generally conceded that a man's potency starts in his mind. The brain 
regulates an incredibly complicated copulatory control system which causes 
the penis to swell with blood and become erect. Sexual arousal is necessary, 
the man reacts to a variety of erotic signals, becomes excited, and the 
brain gives the signal to the penis to become erect. Whenever something goes 
wrong with that system, anywhere, the man becomes impotent. 

There are various forms of impotence. Michael Z. is suffering from what is 
called copulatory impotence. He becomes normally excited and achieves an 
erection. However, after insertion in the vagina, his penis suddenly goes 
limp. It is not a very common form of impotence and one of the more 
difficult to cure, even after extensive psychoanalytic treatment. It is 
generally believed that the victim of this form of impotence subconsciously 
punishes the woman (or women) he wants sexual intercourse with by leaving 
her excited and aroused, denying her sexual fulfillment. In the process of 
this punishment, the victim also punishes himself. The condition may 
disappear spontaneously when a method is found which affords the sufferer 
complete sexual fulfillment, whereas the female is denied her pleasure. This 
denial of pleasure for the female does not necessarily have to be true. It 
is sufficient if the man believes that she is not getting her pleasure. In 
Michael's mind, anal intercourse is degrading for the woman, which is for 
him the more reason to become excited at the prospect. Even though he feels 
guilty about this, he cannot look his partner in the eye, anal intercourse 
has, for him, cured his copulatory impotence. 

Another form of the ailment is absolute impotence. No matter what happens, 
no matter how excited and aroused the man may be, it is impossible for him 
to have an erection. Sexual intercourse is, naturally, out of the question. 
One of the most frustrating aspects of absolute impotence is that the penis 
can achieve splendid erections when they are not needed. And since the 
masculinity of a man is usually measured, at least by himself, by his 
capacity to achieve an erection, doubt and fear set in when he fails to do 
so. This is where the vicious cycle starts. 

Doubts and fears about the capacity to achieve an erection become greater 
every time the erection fails when it is needed. The next encounter is no 
longer anticipated but dreaded. This, of course, does not exactly engender 
erotic arousal. 

The condition becomes worse when the man thinks that his sexual partner will 
ridicule him because of his failure. On the other hand, as with copulatory 
impotence, the possibility exists in about half of all cases that the man is 
actually afraid of the vagina. In many other cases, failure to achieve 
erection after the man has sexually aroused a woman, is a form of punishment 
for the woman. The man does not have to be consciously aware of it, which is 
why he needs the help of a psychoanalyst. 

The third, and most common condition of impotence is premature ejaculation. 
In this case, the man achieves orgasm the moment the woman touches him, the 
instant he touches the woman, or the moment he begins his first pelvic 
thrust. Sometimes, orgasm is achieved before the man has had a chance to 
undress. Although many men claim this to be a form of super potency, 
psychiatrists tend to believe that this is the most common way a man shows 
his dislike for women. No matter how hard he may either apologize or brag 
about his potency, his words are no substitute for his partner's sexual 
climax. In true and satisfying heterosexual intercourse, the penis keeps 
time with the vagina. Dr. Reuben says, "If the man always has to cross the 
finish line before the girl gets to the first turn, both of them are apt to 
lose." 

In his controversial book Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex But 
Were Afraid to Ask, Dr. Reuben takes exception to one of Dr. Kinsey's 
findings regarding premature ejaculation being a normal condition, since 
rapid orgasms are found throughout the animal kingdom: 

He [Kinsey, a biologist] noted that a large proportion of the men 
interviewed by his staff reported premature ejaculation. He compared the 
performance of men with that of animals and concluded that since animals 
ejaculated fast, it was fine for men to do the same. He even suggested 
equating speed of orgasm with masculinity. Kinsey overlooked a few things. 
The dog, for example has extremely rapid orgasms. He also chases cars, 
drinks from puddles, and dies at the age of fourteen. If it is normal to be 
like a dog in one way, why not follow his example in all others? 

Another point Kinsey forgot to mention is that during intercourse the dog's 
penis becomes trapped in the female's vagina. No matter how fast he may 
ejaculate, the dog stays where he is until his mate is satisfied-unless he 
wants to leave his penis behind. One more man-beast distinction: in animals 
resembling man, the anatomical location of the clitoris brings it in direct 
and forceful contact with the penis. A minimum of stimulation by the male 
animal almost guarantees orgasm for his partner. There is one group of women 
who adore men with premature ejaculation: prostitutes. On the evening that a 
girl is lucky to find a dozen gentlemen who are quick on the trigger, she 
can be home in bed (her own) by nine-thirty. 

"My teacher turned out to be a dark-skinned, beautiful girl from Puerto Rico 
who had come to town to work in a beauty parlor. After three months, she 
discovered there was much more profit in sleeping with well-to-do 
middle-aged men. Besides, as she explained to me, she was a lousy 
beautician. 

"I liked her at once. She was a lively, outgoing chatterbox whose mouth 
never stopped. Her apartment consisted of a large living room filled with 
small costumed dolls and lovely Navajo rugs and a grand piano. In the midst 
of all this, Maria's lithe, big-breasted, brown-skinned beauty seemed almost 
like an intruder. But her easygoing good nature won me at once. 

"She greeted me with a big smile as the door swung open and promptly offered 
me a Cuba Libre with, what she insisted was, thirty-year-old Rum. 'I bring 
it myself from the island.' She bustled around the crowded room. 'I hate the 
run you get here. I like strong rum, strong food, strong smells and strong 
cocks.' She put her fingers on my crotch as I took my drink and tickled my 
balls playfully. 

"I could see what she meant by strong smells. As she bent over to give me 
the thirty-year-old rum, I was overwhelmed by a mixture of scents. There was 
heavy perfume coming from her big, globe-like breasts, a powerful talcum 
odor from her armpits, and her hair was drenched with still another scent. 
Oddly enough, the warring scents did not clash with one another 
unpleasantly. 

"I like your perfume,' I said, 'or rather your perfumes. All of them. 
They're beautiful.' 

"She smiled and exposed an array of sparkling white teeth. 'Thank you. Wait 
till you smell the perfume on my pussy. I have a very expensive French 
perfume there. Just for my best customers.' 

"Really?' I was amused. 

"Oh yes,' she said. 'Oh yes. Here smell!' She raised her miniskirt. There 
was nothing on underneath. She moved closer to where I sat on the couch and 
pushed her thick black bush into my face. Instantly my nostrils were filled 
with a delicious scent. 

"I spray it on every time I get a customer,' she said chattily. 'It excites 
them and they give me better head. You like to kiss my pussy, baby?' 

"The drink, her personality, the room and the perfumes were beginning to 
have their effect on my senses. The sight of the pretty dark-skinned girl's 
enormous bush added to it. I pressed my lips on to her slit and heard her 
groan. Then I began to kiss her thighs and, letting her skirt fall over my 
head, I turned her ass around to face my mouth. 

"A moment later as my nose and lips were pressed against her rich mounds of 
flesh, I felt another, different odor assail my nostrils. It was the most 
delicious of all. Without thinking, I burrowed deeper with my nose between 
the mountains of her supple buttocks. 

"I love the perfume on your ass,' I said. 

"You do?' I heard her laugh delightedly. 'I like you, Mister. I think my ass 
is too big.' 

"No ... it's beautiful. I love the taste of your skin there. Like a little 
baby's.' 

"I began to kiss it all over. The warm, sweet-smelling cheeks of her ass 
were like a heady liquor to me. I was getting drunk on them. With her skirt 
over me, I could not see anything. The darkness made her flesh all the more 
exciting to me. I stuck out my tongue and began to lick her flesh and, as I 
did, a feeling of being in a magical tent with unknown sensuous delights 
awaiting, overwhelmed my senses. I felt myself getting so sexually excited, 
I could barely breathe the rich mixture of perfumes coming from her cunt and 
ass. 

"I began to lick her up one cheek and then down the other. As I glided along 
the surface of her globes, my cock got very stiff. A moment later as my 
moist tongue teased her asshole, I was almost faint with excitement. I heard 
her groan as my tongue touched her sensitive asshole. 

"Aye ... aye ... aye!' she moaned. 'Nobody's ever kissed my asshole like 
that baby! Oh Madre mia! That feels wonderful ... wonderful.' 

"By this time I was so- worked up, I could not stop. I started to lick her 
asshole more passionately and as I did, she could not remain still. She 
tried to get away from me and in the commotion fell on the rich Indian rug 
beneath her. As she fell, I fell with her. It was impossible not to. My 
mouth was glued to her lovely ass. I continued to suck her asshole while she 
thrashed erratically under my mouth. 

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!' she cried. 'I can't take much more. I'm very excited ... 
Please, fuck me ... fuck me now. Oh please put your prick inside me. Now! 
Now! Now! Aye, aye, aye! my cunt is on fire.' 

"Terribly excited myself, I got on my knees and started to mount her. With 
her skirt raised high above her ass, her backside was the most delicious 
sight I had ever seen. Her puckered little asshole looked like the most 
delightful of targets. But at that moment I was concentrating on her cunt. 
That looked beautiful, too. Then, just as I descended, she did a strange 
thing. She turned over. It was an automatic gesture. 

"She told me later that she automatically assumed that the customer 
preferred face-to-face fucking, unless he specifically requested something 
different. Moreover, in my own case, she wanted to see if she could find out 
what I did wrong. 

"She found out soon enough. The moment she faced me, her dark eyes widening 
as she stared at me, I did it all wrong. At first I missed her cunt 
entirely. But perhaps that was understandable since she had turned over so 
unexpectedly. But even when, with her firm help, my cock was thrust into her 
cunt, I began to weaken. She began to pump vigorously up at my cock but I 
had become flaccid very quickly. 

"It was the same old problem. When a woman faced-me and made demands or 
seemed to make demands with her eyes and throbbing body, something happened 
to me. I got scared, I doubted my own abilities. 

"I was afraid of something else. That Maria would cry out her annoyance as 
my cock fell out of her cunt, that she would make some stinging remark about 
my being terrible. I was even afraid she might call me a faggot. I braced 
myself for the worst but nothing like that happened. Instead of yelling at 
me, her mouth puckered in deep sympathy. Her eyes became downcast. 

"Maybe you're just tired dear,' she said. She let me rest beside her for a 
minute, then led me to her bed. There she got down between my legs and 
taking my shrunken cock in her mouth, played with it. It was a slow process 
and after a while her jaws began to ache. She rubbed them and then 
continued, stubbornly determined to breakthrough somehow. At last, her 
cocksucking had some result. My cock began to stiffen. Excitedly she got on 
her back with a pillow under her ass, her legs raised high and wide to 
permit me easier and deeper entry. 

"I managed to get it into her wet slit but only for a moment. Just long 
enough to work her up by rubbing against her large clitoris. Then, just as 
she began to pant and move her groin frenetically upwards to meet mine, I 
went to pieces again. This time, as my cock slipped out of her pussy, she 
began to moan and tremble. She reached out for my cock with an incoherent 
cry and thrust it back into her slit. When it slipped out again, she grabbed 
at it furiously and started chafing it with her fingers. 

"This time, however, it would not enter her cunt. Either I was too tired or, 
more likely, her moans and cries of frustration had made me nervous. I tried 
to roll away from her but she was in no mood to let me go. Instead, she 
continued to seize my cock and aim it at her cunt. Her body twisted and 
turned as she continued to fail. 

"Now she was back at sucking it to make it stronger, putting it deep into 
her mouth. When that failed to stiffen my cock, she took it and jammed it 
between her buttocks. Perhaps she had remembered how excited kissing her ass 
had made me, or else she was trying what she did as a kind of desperate last 
resort. 

"At any rate, the moment her ass faced me and my cock was imbedded firmly 
between her buttocks, it began to get hard again. The sight of her lovely 
ass was encouraging to start with. As I looked at her, naked, her ass just 
high enough on the bed to permit easy access for me, her tits dangling 
provocatively in front, her long black tresses spilling over her face as it 
bent toward the pillows-all this inflamed my senses. And now, as I looked at 
her lovely pink, puckered asshole, it seemed like the only target to aim 
for. 

"Suddenly, I had this overwhelming desire to enter it, to feel my stiff cock 
imbedded in her tight shaft. I hesitated for a moment because I thought she 
would object. 

"But she said only, 'That feel better honey? Maybe that is your trouble. 
Some men like to get head and they get it up fast. Other men like to feel it 
in a girl's nice soft ass. I think you like that too. No?' 

"Yes,' I said hoarsely. 'I like it. I like it very much. Don't want to 
stop.' 

"Don't stop then, sweetheart. Just put it in when you are ready, that's all. 
I am willing.' 

"Taking her at her word, I put some spit on my cock and aimed it directly at 
Maria's asshole. As she felt the tip of my cock, I could feel her tremble. 
But she did not flinch when I applied pressure and tried to get it in. 

"Ah so, that's what you like amigo,' she said laughing. 'You like to get 
into a girl's ass, eh? You like the tight feeling of an asshole, eh? Even if 
you hurt her.' 

"I stopped for a moment, disconcerted by what she had just said. I did not 
want to hurt her. 

"What's the matter, dear?' she asked solicitously. 

"I want to do it in your ass but I don't wish to hurt you. Let's just forget 
it altogether, okay? I'll pay you for your time.' 

"Don't be stupid,' she cried. 'Put it in. It only hurts me for a minute and 
even less than that if I put enough cream on it. Just give me a minute.' 
With that she jumped from the bed and ran into her bathroom. A moment later 
she returned with a large jar of some white cream. She took my cock, opened 
the heavy jar and rubbed a large quantity of cream on it. 

"Actually, anything will be okay ... Vaseline or another cream,' she told 
me. 'But it slips easier into a girl's asshole if you cream your prick 
first. Also, I like to grease up my own place. Everything helps. A girl's 
asshole is almost like the eye of a needle you know.' 

"I watched in fascination as she massaged my cock with the cream, and then, 
turning, began to cover the insides of her buttocks with the same substance. 

"Here, you rub it,' she said. 'It's better that way and also more exciting 
to feel your fingers there.' 

"I rubbed the cream along the sides of her buttocks and on the rim of her 
asshole. I heard her groan with pleasure and I was surprised at how tight 
her hole was there. How on earth was I supposed to get my stiff cock into 
that narrow cavity I wondered. I asked her again if it would really hurt 
her. 

"She patted my face. 'You're very nice, dear, because you're worried. But 
there is really no need to worry. I do it quite often with some of my 
middle-aged gentlemen. They prefer to get it into my ass. It gives them more 
pleasure because I am so tight. You see when you have had children, as I 
have, your pussy gets a little loose. Some of my customers do not enjoy it, 
so I offer them my asshole. At first I felt a lot of pain. After all, a 
man's prick is pretty big when it's hard. Then I began to experiment a lot. 
I changed the way I lay in the bed. I held my ass higher or lower, this way 
or that-until the man's cock could slip in best. And a girl friend told me 
about this cream. I asked the man to be gentle and to stop when I cried 
out.' 

"Didn't you feel pain?' I asked, still doubtful of doing it. 

"Oh yes, at first. But muscles get used to it and then, after that, it feels 
good to have a man's dick inside your ass. Now try it, darling. But don't 
worry. My muscles are looser now than before.' 

"I got on top of her ass as she held it out provocatively, leaning on her 
knees on the bed. Everything went much better. I was apprehensive as usual 
when I began my love-making to a girl. But somehow everything seemed to be 
all right now. The lovely brown-skinned bottom before me was like a gift 
that its owner was offering to me with no strings attached. 

"Her tiny puckered opening beckoned to me as I approached. I leaned down, 
teased it with my tongue for a moment, inhaling the rich mixture of scents, 
and then moved against it with my greased cock. There was some difficulty at 
first and I could feel her now bracing herself very carefully as she felt 
the tip of my stiff cock. Then it slid in deeper, between the tight walls of 
her asshole, and I felt as if someone had grasped my cock and held it 
securely. 

"For a moment I remained imbedded like that without moving. Then she laughed 
softly. 

"Now move in and out, dear, as much as you can. It won't be as easy as if 
you were in my pussy. But you can move a little slower and it will give us 
much pleasure.' 

"She was right. After I began to move, the pleasure was so intense I could 
hardly control myself. But wanting to prolong the delicious sensation, I bit 
my lips, I tried to think of anything else but what I was doing. I wanted to 
do it as long as I could. I wanted it really never to end. That's how 
beautiful the sensation of fucking Maria in the ass was. 

"Once I knew that it no longer hurt her, that I was giving her pleasure, 
too, the fun was even more satisfactory. At one point, as I lay deeply 
thrust into her ass, we both laughed like two happy children. 

"Then, suddenly, the excitement engulfed me and I felt myself approaching an 
orgasm. I tried hard to fight it but to no avail. Whatever was dragging me 
toward an inevitable ejaculation was so powerful that it could not be 
resisted any longer. 

"I began to shout now. Words like 'shit' 'fuck,' 'wow!' meaningless words 
really except that I was so carried away that I had to say something out 
loud. And then I came in a burst of energy that surprised me, so used was I 
to sexual encounters where I was always weakening at the worst moment. 

"I was so carried away by the orgasm that I continued to pump into Maria's 
ass long after there was nothing more to give. Her ass felt so good, and 
looked so good, I could not help myself. 

"I just wanted the thing to go on and on. But ultimately I had to stop. I 
felt her ass quiver as she felt my come enter her hole and she remained 
fixed in her contact with my cock. 

"She turned to me triumphantly, smiling as if to say, 'I told you so.' I 
shook my head, unable to express my feelings. 'You liked it, huh?' she 
asked. 

"I loved it ... loved it. I could have gone on for hours like that, if it 
hadn't been for my coming.' 

"No weakening of your cock? You never felt like you were going to fall out 
like you did from my pussy?' 

"Never,' I said, 'I always felt in complete control of the situation. It was 
so beautifully stiff inside your ass that I was almost worried that I'd have 
trouble getting it out after it was all over.' 

"She'll enjoy it the next time you try to fuck her, whoever your girl is,' 
Maria predicted. 

"I frowned at this. 'I'm not sure. Maybe you like it because you're used to 
it. Another girl might hate it.' 

"No ... just be sure to put some of the cream on. On your cock and in her 
ass. And, oh, another thing. Give her a couple of heavy drinks before you do 
it. It will relieve the shock. But Mama Mia! Once she feels your big stiff 
cock inside her ... once she is really relaxed, she will love it. I know. It 
will be like a trombone sliding in and out. And each time you slide in and 
out of her ass, she will love you for it.' 

"Really?' I said. Her words were beginning to elate me. 

"I tell you the truth,' Maria insisted. 'Please call me. Teacher wants to 
know if your lesson worked right. If you really learned it right.' 

"I shook my head. I was not that sure. True, I had felt different. In 
control. No longer afraid that I could not handle the situation. I had never 
once feared that I would falter or lose my erection. But I was still not 
sure I dared try it on another girl. Maria, a shrewd girl, read my thoughts. 

"You come here every night for a week. We do it the same way. Then you will 
feel much surer of yourself. Okay?' 

"Okay,' I said. 

"The week went by delightfully. Each night with Maria seemed incredibly 
better than the last had been. I enjoyed the ass fucking enormously. But 
better than that, as the week drew to a close, I felt very different myself. 
I developed a confidence in my ability that I did not have earlier. Not that 
I was a great lover or anything so stupid. But I could hear Maria's sighs 
and groans of delight as my cock thrilled her. Whenever my cock thrust 
itself deep into her and kept going in and out, her breathing pattern 
changed. She was so pleased that one night she refused to take any money 
from me, being content instead to accept a good dinner. 

"By the time I called Ginny again at her office, I felt so confident that I 
really did not care whether she accepted a date or not. If she refused, I'd 
try another girl. 

"To my surprise and pleasure, she accepted with alacrity. It turned out that 
she had felt guilty herself for the way the evening had gone. She told me 
about it sheepishly at the restaurant. 

"I kept thinking ... well, maybe it was my fault, after all. You were making 
love to a girl for the first time. You could have been nervous. Upset about 
something. Maybe if I had simply waited with you for an hour or so 
everything would have gone okay. But I kept bitching because you had gone 
soft. I was being selfish.' 

"You weren't being selfish,' I told her. 'I let you down and you were right. 
But this time I won't go soft inside you. I promise.' 

"Three hours later, after a nice dinner, we went back to her apartment. She 
was patently nervous about starting the lovemaking and tried to postpone it 
with drinks and music. I could see she was anxious to avoid another fumble 
and I was pleased. But now I felt sure I could make out. After two drinks I 
acted. 

"Darling, do you want to ball or don't you?' I asked finally, putting down 
the drink she had offered. 'I'm so eager to get into you I can hardly stand 
it.' 

"She looked at me, frightened, and then nodded. We went into her bedroom and 
undressed slowly. When we were both naked, I kissed her lovely breasts and 
sucked her cunt for a few minutes. Then I handed her my cock and asked her 
to feel it. 

"How wonderfully hard it is,' she said laughing. 

"She lay on the bed on her back, spread-eagled. I asked her to wait and lie 
there with her eyes closed. A moment later I came back with a small jar of 
cream. Turning her over, I began to cream her ass, moving the cream into 
every nook and cranny of her lovely bottom and finally around her asshole. 

"Oho-ho!' she said laughing. 

"Oho-ho!' I mimicked, just as loud. 

"Now I creamed my own cock carefully and when it was as smooth as I could 
make it, as lubricated as it could possibly be, I inserted the tip slowly 
into her ass. She braced herself for the onslaught. But she did not groan or 
cry out in pain. What she did do was to hold her breath until I could push 
my cock in a little more. 

"Then I heard the breath go out of her mouth in obvious relief. It was not 
going to be a disaster after all. I pumped slowly, lovingly. Stopping, if I 
felt too much resistance or saw her wince. 

"You're right, darling,' she said. 'It's not going to go soft.' 

"How does it feel in your asshole?' 

"Oh, fantastic. I never knew it could be like this. Don't, please, stop.' 

"Slowly she began to meet my thrusts, moving warily at first for fear of 
throwing me out of her asshole, then more boldly. Soon I could feel that she 
was as caught up in the act as I was. It was overwhelming her and she wanted 
to keep moving as rapidly as possible. 

"When I finally came a few minutes later, she was all sweated up but happy. 
She turned and kissed me gratefully. 

"You like it, darling?' I asked. 

"Oh wonderful. Let's do it again, later, darling. Only just give me time to 
recover. It's ... it's a little overwhelming.' 

"Fine,' I said. 'You just go take a little nap, okay? I've got a phone call 
to make.' 

"I waited till she closed her eyes and walked to the other room. Quickly I 
dialed Maria's number. 

"Hi Maria,' I said, grinning into the phone, 'I just finished playing a 
wonderful sliding trombone concert. And the audience enjoyed it enormously.' 

"I heard her laugh. 'Was it really that good, dear.' 

"Fantastic. So good I've been asked to give an encore. 

CHAPTER FOUR: Love Comes in Odd Shades 

"The female buttocks have always fascinated me, even more than the breasts. 
I can remember looking through a book of paintings when I was in high 
school, and the Rubens paintings, with the plump asses, interested me more 
than those which displayed voluptuous tits. I would sit for hours in the 
library, looking through books of paintings, searching out the most bulbous 
rumps, which ex-cited me. 

"I remember once, when the library was fairly void of any students, jacking 
off in my pants while looking at one of these paintings. I spent a hell of a 
lot of time playing with myself in the library while staring at these fat 
asses. There was a coffee shop I stopped in quite frequently because one of 
the waitresses had a large ass, and I would sit there sipping coffee, 
staring at her ass as she walked about in back of the counter. I had 
fantasies of sticking my finger up her rectum, or walking up in back of her 
while she was nude and pressing my prick into her crack. 

"Now that I am twenty-two, and have had many girls, I know that my original 
fixation with asses was a clue to what I would find enjoyable later in life. 
I've fucked a lot of broads, and the ones that were best were those I fucked 
in the ass. There was Marie. I can remember how scared I was to even 
consider dating her. But she was so aggressive that I could hardly not ask 
her out. I met Marie at a party given by my roommate. He came from a wealthy 
family and knew kids my age from different social strata. 

"In her jump suit, Marie was a broad with the kind of ass I used to dream 
about fucking. That suit fit her like it was painted on, showing every curve 
in her body, and especially her voluptuous ass. Every time she got near me 
it was a struggle to keep my hands to myself. 

"I was on the sofa, talking with one of the homelier girls, when Marie 
wandered over, sipping on her punch. She moved her ass sideways and swung in 
beside me. She pretended to listen with great interest and occasionally 
smiled. When there was a pause in the conversation she interjected something 
and then introduced herself to the both of us. 

"The other girl excused herself to get more punch as Marie occupied my 
attention. I suggested that we go out on the balcony for some fresh air. As 
she led the way, her ass whipped back and forth, making my mouth almost 
water. We chit-chatted for a while and then I asked her out for the 
following weekend. She accepted readily and sipped from her glass, flirting 
with me over the edge of the rose-colored vessel. 

"We went to a dance and then to a fancy restaurant for our date. Afterwards 
I said, 'Would you like to nightcap it at my place or at Benny's?' Benny's 
is the hangout for the young crowd. She didn't hesitate a moment as she 
said, 'Why not relax in a bachelor pad?' 

"When we arrived, my roommate, Larry, was just hitting the sack. He said his 
hellos and good-byes and closed the door to his room, leaving Marie and me 
to ourselves. She wasn't disturbed one way or another that Larry was home. 

"I poured us some screwdrivers and we relaxed on the big pillows on the 
floor. She lay on her tummy, exposing that firm ass which jutted upward, 
tantalizing me. Tonight she was wearing a plain cotton dress with a princess 
waist stopped abruptly as her voluptuous ass pressed through the skirt of 
the dress. 

"I leaned near and kissed her cheek. She turned more toward me, giving me 
her lips which I quickly took into my mouth. We kissed over and over, 
licking and sucking on each other's lips and tongue. I placed my drink down 
and rested one hand on her lovely ass. She didn't move. I had her approval 
to continue my advances. 

"I looked at her long black hair admiringly as I continued to pet her spongy 
ass. She set her drink down and encircled my neck. I drew her to me r hard, 
slipping my tongue into her mouth with hungry passion. Marie returned my 
ardor by sucking longingly on my tongue. My hand continued to caress her 
ass, over one mound and then the other. 

"If there was one girl I was going to fuck in the ass, this would be her. 
She had the perfect ass: wide, high, and firm. I was getting hotter and 
hotter as my hands fondled her lovely butt. Marie's breathing became very 
heavy, as did mine. My prick was hard as a rock, throbbing in my pants, 
crying to get out and into a hot wet female. 

"I slipped my hand under her dress, caressing her full smooth thighs, and up 
to her panties. She let out a moan of pleasure as my hand met her crack. She 
raised her ass to meet my fingers with a stronger contact. My fingers 
pressing into the crack through her panties, I kissed her so hard I thought 
her lips would bleed. I was rubbing my prick against her leg as she moaned 
and writhed on the floor. 

"There was nothing else to do but get those panties off. Neither of us could 
take any more fore-play. We had reached the point of no turning back, of 
demanding mutual satisfaction, that desperate feeling men and women get when 
passion has reached its uncontrollable heights. 

"Tenderly I slipped my fingers under the elastic of Marie's panties and 
pulled them down gently. She raised her hips off the floor to assist, and 
the panties came down off her hips, catching for a moment at the bottom of 
her cheeks. With one deft pull they came loose and slid down around her 
ankles. She was unabashedly naked now. 

"Marie pressed her body to me, flattening her hot breasts against my chest. 
I grabbed her ass with fiery passion and yanked her body to mine, squeezing 
those full lovely white cheeks. I was so enthralled with her hips and ass I 
could hardly find the time to think of removing my own pants. The beauty of 
her round ass cheeks captured my passion so that I didn't want to lose 
contact with her spongy flesh for a moment. 

"Marie pulled herself to me even closer, pressing her pussy against my hard 
on. 'Give me your flesh,' she pleaded. 'Give me your hard prick. Let me feel 
your prick in me. Oh, give me your big, thick prick!' 

"Her sex talk excited me more. I quickly removed my slacks and pounced on 
her ass, pressing my full weight onto her sexy body. She moaned as her hips 
rocked back and forth beneath me. Her fleshy ass pressed against my prick 
and I was in heaven. 

"I kissed the nape of her neck and she moaned. 'Oh, give me your beautiful 
prick,' she whined. Marie was ready for fucking, but I wasn't about to rush 
anything. I wanted this to last as long as I could make it last. She was the 
first girl who allowed me to play with her ass exclusively without demanding 
other caresses, and I was going to take full advantage of the opportunity. 
Her ass was so beautiful, I could have rubbed and squeezed it for hours. 

"I reached under the sofa with an outstretched hand. There was a small tube 
of lubricant which was kept hidden in the undercloth of the sofa for 
occasions like this. Marie's eyes were closed, enjoying the sensations of my 
prick between her cheeks, so she did not see what I was doing. 

"With one hand I removed the cap of the tube and squeezed out an inch of 
jelly and placed it in her warm crack. As my finger spread the slippery 
stuff into her flesh, Marie raised her ass, moving it in circles as though 
fucking my finger. 

"I lay back down on her and my prick slipped into the crack, massaging the 
insides of her plump cheeks. My prick hardened more as she let out louder 
moans and cries of passion. 

"Oh, Christ!' she pleaded, 'give me your body! Give me your good prick! Oh, 
stick it in! Give it to me! I want your big prick in me! Just give me your 
good prick ... please!' 

"Her pleading raised my lust to the point where I could no longer contain 
myself. I got on my knees and gripped her hips in my firm hands, pulling her 
upwards. She rose to her knees, ass protruding towards me. It was as if she 
offered herself to me with no conditions; she was mine to do with as I 
pleased. I loved her complete submissiveness, the totality of her passion 
and offering. 

"I looked down at those beautiful mounds and carefully positioned my hard 
prick up and down, caressing the inner walls of her cheeks, brushing against 
her anus each time my prick made its pass upward and downward. 

"She moaned repeatedly and weaved back and forth. Her sexy movements of 
acceptance and desire aroused me further. Her swaying and moaning were 
beautifully felt in the depths of my groin, raising my desire to higher 
peaks of lust. I was anxious now, desperate to feel the mysterious thrill 
that awaited me when my throbbing prick found its home in her sensuous body. 

"I kept poking her anus with a rhythm we instinctively developed as my prick 
continued its exploring. With each jab, Marie's ass moved back to meet my 
throbbing prick, to make firmer contact, I to feel the head of my hard on 
press her deeper. 

"I needed to feel her surround my prick now. There was no more time for 
teasing. I held my swollen prick steady and pressed it against her | little 
tight hole, then eased it into the opening. ' Marie let out a squeal of 
delight. Looking down at her plump ass was beautiful, her broad ass filled 
me with glorious feelings of sex. The picture of those full mounds of flesh 
were tantalizing. 

"As I pushed my prick deeper into her hot body, I could feel my prick 
respond by getting harder, more urgent. She moved her hips back to allow 
more of my organ to penetrate her flesh, to be swallowed up in her hungry 
body. Marie's tight ass felt wonderful as it pressed my prick firmly with 
its smooth walls. She moaned and swayed her ass in my hands. 

"I kept staring down at the crack, taking in the sensuous outlines of her 
wide hips. I found that looking at her ass, examining every curve, feeling 
her smooth skin, and squeezing the spongy flesh was every bit as sexy as 
fucking from the front, if not more so. 

"I reached around to the front of her body and fingered Marie's clitoris. 
She moaned loudly and kept making fuck movements back and forth, ramming my 
prick deeper and deeper into her warm tight ass. She was enjoying ass 
fucking as much as I. My wet fingers kept flicking her sex button back and 
forth as she swayed rhythmically, as if to unheard music which coaxed us on 
to dance out our lust, our bodies united as one. 

"Oh, that feels so good, Bobby,' she whispered hoarsely. 'Ohhhhhhh God that 
feels so gooooood! Oh, Jesus! Do you have a prick! Oh-h-h, my God, you're 
beautiful!' 

"I removed my hand from her pussy and again clenched the fleshy sides of her 
hips, using them as handles to control the movement of her ass, to help 
bring her body to me hard, plunging my prick into her again and again. Each 
time I rammed, the touch .of her spongy ass hitting my pelvic bone served to 
excite me more. I loved the feel of her voluptuousness banging against me. 
It was not like ordinary fucking-this was sensuous in a different way. The 
sight of her ass always in view, its pounding against my body, the firm but 
deep fleshiness of her cheeks coming into contact with my body, all of this 
made my head spin with wild sexuality. 

"I was now gripping her hip flesh with an undeniably lustful vengeance. I 
wanted to plunge my fingers deep into her voluptuousness, to dig my fingers 
through her sexy flesh if I could. I was banging her ass to me faster and 
faster, ramming my stiff prick up, up, up. I was emitting animal groans of 
satisfaction as my prick plunged deep into her ass. Marie's body was weaving 
in a circular motion, trying to fight against my firm grip. This excited me 
further. I enjoyed her enthusiasm as she desperately tried to get my prick 
deeper and deeper into her wanton body. 

"Then, as if my hands had become suddenly oversensitive, I found that her 
flesh felt more sexual. My prick grew and swelled. I pounded in for one last 
thrust, spurting my come deep into her hot ass. She jerked her sweet ass 
from side to side, back and forth, not knowing which way to get more contact 
from the bar of flesh up her ass. Marie moaned over and over, rocking her 
sexy little body like a child in its crib at bedtime. She had found peace 
and exquisite satisfaction as I did a moment before. 

"I guess the thing that fascinates me about ass fucking is the opportunity 
of having an ass to look at. It's great to fuck an ass, and at the same time 
to be able to see it, to admire the lovely curves and softness, the smooth 
skin texture and coloring. Some guys have a thing for tits, well, I guess I 
have a thing for asses. 

"No, I don't find the orgasm to be as intense as when fucking a cunt, but I 
do find ass fucking more fulfilling. If that sounds paradoxical, it really 
isn't. I mean, you can have an intense orgasm from jacking off or some other 
stimulation, but that doesn't mean that it is satisfying to your whole 
being, to your soul. But fucking a girl in the ass really satisfies my every 
desire. When I'm through, I'm really satisfied." 

Robert L. is a true buttock fetishist. Exactly how a person at a young age 
becomes completely fixated on either an object or a part of the body is 
difficult to ascertain. Only a person who truly wants the help of a 
psychoanalyst can become cured of this condition. One thing is sure, at one 
time or another in his young life, Robert must have had very pleasurable and 
rewarding sensations which in his mind were connected with buttocks. Whoever 
the person was whose buttocks were associated in the infant's mind with the 
pleasure sensations does not necessarily have to have been the possessor of 
an ample behind. To an infant everything appears huge. 

It seems that Robert was not dissatisfied with his fixation. On the 
contrary, he reinforced his early imprint deliberately by going to the 
library to look through the books with paintings of nude and voluptuous 
women, taking delight in the ample bottoms painted by the 17th century Dutch 
and Flemish masters. 

Of course, Robert's affliction can hardly be said to be abnormal. There are 
many societies, notably in Africa, the Near East and in Eastern Europe where 
heavy women are considered to be beautiful. When the late King of Egypt 
divorced his wife, a Persian princess, to marry a beauty queen, the young 
lady of his choice was about twice the weight of the Miss America contest 
winner of that year. And the king was not alone in his taste for heavy 
women. 

Robert never achieved a true, and considered normal and desirable for 
obvious reasons, fixation on the female vagina. For him, the buttocks and 
the anus were the main objects of his erotic arousal. 

Of course, in heterosexual analism, penetration is not necessary. The anus 
is an erogenous zone and as such only very inhibited people do not 
experience pleasurable sensations when the anal region is stimulated. 
Doctors, and nurses in hospitals, can testify to the fact that many people 
look eagerly forward to enemas, even when there is no longer a direct 
medical need for them. 

Despite the fact that analism, and even anal intercourse, is harmless when 
the proper precautions are taken, the harsh fact remains that anal 
intercourse is against the law. The penalties can be severe. In most states 
the word sodomy is used to connote both anal intercourse and bestiality. In 
a few states it is referred to as "crimes against nature." Quoted from the 
California Penal Code: 

286. Penalty for Crime Against Nature. Every person who is guilty of the 
infamous crime against nature, committed with mankind or any animal, is 
punishable by imprisonment in the state prison not less than one nor more 
than ten years ... Any sexual penetration, however slight, is sufficient to 
complete the crime against nature. 

Depending upon the prejudices of a given region, the penalties for sodomy 
vary greatly in many of the states. Though sodomy is generally understood in 
the medical profession to entail anal penetration by the penis, the 
lawmakers have seen fit to include almost any deviation from what is 
considered to be normal. Some states employ the word buggery, derived from 
Bulgar. During the Middle Ages a Bulgarian heretical sect was accused by the 
Church of practicing sodomy, a sure-fire way to incur the death penalty and 
everlasting suffering thereafter. 

Included in the sodomy statutes are, in one state or another-confusion is 
rampant-carnal knowledge by or with the mouth of man by man, of man by 
woman, of woman by man and of woman by woman. Aside from sexual intercourse 
with a dead body (necrophilia), the sodomy statutes of most states include 
carnal knowledge by the anus of man by man, of woman by man, of any animal 
or bird by man and of any animal or bird by woman. Then there are states 
prohibiting masturbation or mutual masturbation and they call that, too, 
sodomy. 

Some state legislatures apparently are more shocked by aberrant sexual 
behavior than others, and the result is that the penalties for indulging 
in-sodomy and other crimes against nature vary widely from state to state. 
In all cases, only penetration or carnal knowledge have to be proven, the 
lawmakers are not interested whether or not orgasm has been achieved. Both 
partners in the act of sodomy are equally guilty. Excepted from equal guilt 
and equal punishment are children and minors, imbeciles, persons forced into 
the act, or those who are seduced while intoxicated or in a state of sleep. 
Fortunately, no case has come to our attention since the 18th century where 
an animal has been condemned to death. 

In Sex-Life and the Criminal Law by John Roeburt, published in 1963, the 
penalties for sodomy in the United Sates were compiled. There are only a few 
states, Illinois and New York which between then and now have liberalized 
their laws. One state, Arizona, increased the penalty for sodomy in 1951. We 
note that the crime of sodomy can be committed, according to the law, in the 
privacy of their home by married couples! Mr. Roeburt writes: 

A study of sodomy statutes in the American states exposes the myopia and 
irrationality of legislators, and the disorganized state of sex laws 
generally. Laws mainly operate in a vacuum of legality. The crime is the 
focus; the medical-pathological base of particular crimes is either 
overlooked or denied. A few states, like Pennsylvania, Oregon, Wyoming and 
Utah, in a nod to the 20th Century, acknowledge medical forensics and 
require some psychiatric examination of the sodomist. Wisconsin's statute 
7-348 to 362, suggests to the court a "discretionary pre-sentence mental 
examination and treatment." 

Statutes are in wide divergence; one contradicts the other, out-shouts the 
other. The convicted sodomist in New York (the act committed with a 
consenting respondent of legal age) is subject to a maximum sentence of one 
year. The courts of Georgia and Nevada are empowered to impose a sentence of 
life imprisonment. Convicted sodomists get three years in both Virginias and 
in Delaware. Ohio extracts twenty years, Connecticut a maximum of thirty 
years, while North Carolina can engorge its victim for virtually all of his 
life (sixty years). 

"I guess I've never been too much of a breast man. As I mentioned earlier, 
my memories of sexual attraction have always been centered on women's 
behinds. The size of their tits never seemed to matter, but the size and 
shape of their asses did. 

"There is something not only sexual about a woman's ass, but also esthetic. 
The roundness and beauty of curves, the graceful way the cheeks are molded 
and meet at the crack. When you stop to consider the detailed attention that 
painters and sculptors give to the asses of the females in their works, as 
opposed to the over-simplification of busts, you begin to realize that 
fascination with the female buttocks is not so different. 

"Breasts and asses have something in common artistically: they represent the 
dome-shaped things that man has always had a fascination for. You can see it 
in the architecture of buildings, particularly in such buildings as our 
state capitols. It's not just the breast, but also the ass which is 
represented by these shapes. 

"Hell, I'll take a plump ass woman over a big busted one every time. When a 
woman lies down to get fucked, those tits lose their shape and appeal. But 
an ass always stays just as firm and round whether she stands up or lays 
down, whether a girl stoops or kneels in front of you. There is still that 
ass which protrudes, beckoning your hands to cup it, to pat the cheeks and 
squeeze the soft flesh. You can't do that with tits all the time. 

"And you can't fuck tits. But you can sure fuck an ass. You can fuck it and 
watch it move, and admire the shape and movements of the jelly-like 
plumpness as she wiggles in your hands. That's exciting, too. So, you see, 
there's a lot to be said for ass fucking. I think the thing that intrigues 
me most is the fact that I can actually watch the fucking. It's the view of 
entering the sexy crack of a woman's flesh. I just love to watch her ass as 
she moves or just remains quiet, letting me maneuver her to and fro. 

"And you can fuck in practically any position. It's pretty hard to fuck a 
girl standing up, but if you fuck her in the ass it's simple. And again, you 
have all that sexy flesh that comes in contact with you everytime you bang 
it in. You can bounce off her ass whether she's standing, sitting, or what 
have you. 

"I like to fuck a big-titted woman standing up. When I do it that way, I can 
reach around and play with her tits at the same time. My mind doesn't see 
them as tits, but as fleshy cheeks of her ass. So what I'm doing is fucking 
an ass and feeling one also. 

"I dated a chick that I met in a bar. I was attracted to her by her 
ass-nothing else. I could see she had a full bottom from the form in her 
slacks as she sat on the bar stool. 

"I walked up and offered to buy her a drink, and the next thing you know we 
were in my car driving to her pad. She lived on the second floor, and as we 
walked up the stairs I cupped my hand under her ass and she stopped dead, 
turned around and said, 'If you're an ass man I've got a lot of it for you.' 

"That was one of the best fucks I ever had. My prick fit so smoothly into 
her it was like gliding into heaven. And with each stroke she squeezed her 
anus to put pressure on my prick. She was a real sexpot, that one was. She 
knew every trick in the book. 

"I fucked her while I stood on the floor and she knelt on the bed. While I 
plumbed her, she played with her clitoris, and man, you should have seen her 
come. Jesus! That ass wiggled all over the bed. She sure gave me a ride! 

"Another woman, who actually wanted to be fucked in the ass, was a gal about 
thirty-five years old. She was separated from her husband and didn't want to 
take a chance on getting pregnant, so she insisted that she get fucked in 
the ass. 

"She had a nice two-bedroom house with a wet bar. We had a couple of drinks 
and then she just started stripping in the middle of the living room. 

"Come on,' she said, 'let's skip the preliminaries and get down to the real 
thing.' 

"She grabbed my hand and led me into the bedroom. After a few kisses she 
started to undress me. Man, was she the hot one. 

"I'm telling you right now,' she said, crawling onto the bed like a cat, 
'you can't fuck me in the vagina because I have to be careful not to get 
pregnant. But if you don't mind something different, you go in the back 
way.' 

"If I didn't mind! She should only know. 

"She reached over to the end table, opened the top drawer and removed a 
small jar. Opening it slowly, she reached two fingers in and scooped out 
some cream. 

"Come over here, beauty,' she said, looking at my semihard on. I walked to 
her and she delicately spread the cream over my prick. 

"She then lay flat on her tummy. 'You can chew on my ass for a while before 
you do anything. I like to have my ass played with,' she said. 

"I lay down beside her, cupping those two luscious mounds of sexiness in my 
hands. I began sucking on the rim of flesh that begins at the top of the ass 
and nibbled down to her thighs. She moaned and wriggled her slim hips. 

"I bit gently and chewed on her spongy flesh as she writhed and slithered 
beneath my hands and mouth. Her moans of ecstasy and movements excited me 
more and more. I raised myself onto her and began pumping my stiff prick 
into her cheeks. 

"Ooooh, that's good,' she cooed. 'Your prick feels just fine in there. Let 
me get up and you can put it in.' 

"She raised up on her knees, pushing her round ass toward me, high up in the 
air. 

"I held my prick at the base and led it into her anus as she moaned louder. 

"Put it all the way in, honey,' she whispered, pushing her ass even higher. 

"I grabbed her hips and lunged forward, plunging my swollen rod to the hilt. 
She let out a scream of joy as she pushed her ass against me harder. 

"Oh, pump it, baby,' she wailed. 'Pump me good. Oh, you fill me up so good!' 

"She was a small woman and I could really control her hips. I swung her 
against me and pulled her away, moving her ass in a circle. She never 
stopped wailing from that moment on. 

"Her hand was between her pussy lips, playing with her clitoris. She must 
have come six times before I finally shot my load. That was one wild ass. 

"Of course I have gone out with some gals who didn't dig the Greek way, but 
not many. For some it was the first time, others had done it many times. 

"It's kind of strange, you know, that women, having the same equipment, 
don't like certain things just because society says they should like or not 
like those things. Everybody's anus is excitable, but if you get taught that 
it is not nice or perverted, then you don't engage in that kind of sex. It's 
stupid. 

"I can understand a girl wanting to get fucked in her vagina because it 
feels good, but I can't understand why she wouldn't even want to try to 
enjoy it any other way. But I suppose that's what happens because of our 
fucked up value system. 

"I had one girl, about eighteen or so, who never had sex except by having a 
man put his prick in her vagina. She never went down on anybody and no one 
went down on her. She was scared that there was something terribly wrong 
with her if she ever did anything different. 

"There we were, drinking in the nude in her apartment, and talking about sex 
instead of doing it. I was trying to convince her that she had puritan 
views, and what she thought sex was and what it really is were two different 
things. 

"Christ, I must've talked for an hour and a half. I don't know if it was the 
booze or my charm, but after ninety minutes of discussion, she finally 
decided to try something different. You know something? I went down on her 
and she came so hard she fainted for the first time in her life. 

"From then on she wanted to know what other things she had been missing out 
on. Naturally, I introduced her to anal screwing. At first I played with her 
clitoris while we fucked, but as time went on, and I was able to break down 
her inhibitions, I got her to play with it herself. 

"She made a mighty fine lover. It was almost like breaking in a virgin and 
having her want you all to herself because of the sexual attachment. Man, 
she wouldn't stop calling my apartment for weeks. I finally had to break it 
up-she was getting too possessive and ruining things with my other chicks. 

"One of the finest lovers I have ever had, and one with the most bulbous, 
voluptuous ass it has been my experience to caress and fuck, was a girl I 
met at a bus stop. 

"It happened in one of those crazy unexpected ways. I had just gotten off 
the bus from work and there was this woman with long red hair standing, 
apparently waiting for a different bus. As I turned to walk away, she fixed 
her eyes on me with an almost hypnotic gaze. I stopped momentarily, thinking 
that possibly she was a friend I did not recognize at first glance. 

"But I did not recognize her as anyone I knew. However, she continued to 
gaze into my eyes, her lips upturned in a Mona Lisa smile. It gave me the 
damndest, oddest feeling. I walked several steps toward my apartment, 
stopped for a second, turned around to find that she was still staring at 
me! 

"I scratched my head, not quite knowing what to make of this, and strolled 
back to her to find out what her game was. 

"As I approached her she broke into a full smile, a sensuous but shy parting 
of the lips. 'Do I know you?' I asked, in all innocence. 

"She giggled and said, still looking at me with that penetrating gaze, 'I 
don't think so.' 

"It finally dawned on me that she was making a pickup. It throws you a 
little when a girl tries to pick you up on the street in such an unexpected 
way. 

"I laughed uncomfortably and scanned her form. She wore a well-tailored suit 
which hid most of her womanly curves, but there was a strong vibration of 
sexuality emanating from her. Her sparkling blue-green eyes gave an aura of 
confidence, and yet I sensed an inner shyness, a passivity which was well 
under control. 

"I have to admit that I was thrown off by the unusual situation. She was 
picking me up in a most extraordinary manner. Her whole bearing was 
mysterious and yet novel. She said nothing, made no strong overtures-such as 
'Hi there,' or 'Do you have a match?' She merely fixed her gaze on me and 
continued to stare, waiting for me to respond. She was definitely discreet 
and well-contained. 

"She continued to enjoy my uncomfortable feeling of uncertainty. She giggled 
again and crossed her feet, making a little girl picture. 

"She had made her pitch and was waiting for me to do my part, 

"My name is Bobby,' I offered, 'what's yours?' 

"Catherine,' she said, still looking into my eyes with that amused but 
wanton smile. 

"Do you come by here often?' I asked, trying to determine if she lived in 
the area or was just 'passing through.' 

"Yes,' she said, glancing at my mouth. 

"I'm busy this evening,' I said, 'but I would like to see you again. May I 
have your phone number?' 

"She closed her lips, sucking in her cheeks, which gave the impression of 
cockiness and conceit. 

"Mm-mm,' she muttered, opening her purse. She took out a pencil and a small 
piece of paper and wrote a number on it. As she handed it to me she said, 
'Please call me.' 

"I looked at the phone number for a moment and said, 'I will. I hope this is 
for real.' 

"It is,' she assured me 'Why don't you call me tomorrow at seven. I'll be 
home.' 

"I called the number the next night at exactly seven. A woman's voice 
answered and I verified that it was Catherine. She asked if I was free 
tonight and when I said that I was, I immediately asked her if I could see 
her. She invited me up to her place after I explained the complication of 
having a roommate. Larry had worked that evening to get out for the next 
day, so I couldn't have any broads over. 

"She met me at the door of her apartment wearing a sheer floor-length 
nightie. I took one look at her beautiful figure through the translucent 
material and my prick began to grow. 

"We didn't speak a word. I entered the apartment, she closed the door and 
leaned against it, allowing me to admire her body. Her expression was so 
feminine and inviting-that combination of smile and lust on her lips. I took 
her into my arms, hands resting on the most voluptuous round ass I had ever 
felt. She had breasts to match: full, protruding, and amazingly hard. 

"She just melted in my arms as we kissed like long-lost lovers. There was a 
chemistry that I have only found in maybe three other girls. I could tell 
this was going to be one of the most intensely passionate nights of my life. 

"I caressed her full buttocks, moving the sheer nighty up and down over her 
cheeks. It was velvety smooth and delicious. She moaned softly into my 
mouth, moving her hips ever so slightly, swaying imperceptibly in my hands 
as they rubbed her full mounds lightly, touching all the curves. 

"I felt one of her hands on my fly, gently unzipping my pants. Long, 
delicate fingers reached in and pulled out my prick, moving the skin back 
and forth slowly, and lovingly. I shifted my body slightly, and reached up 
with one hand, cupping a large tit. 

"She leaned against my hand pressing her tit against it, urging me to 
squeeze and caress it. 

"With one hand on her ass and the other on her hard voluptuous breast, we 
continued our long, passionate kiss. My head was swimming with sexual 
desire. She made me feel like a vibrant sexual animal. 

"Our lips finally parted as I urged her with my hand against her ass to 
move, to walk across the room and into the bedroom. We strolled slowly, her 
hand squeezing my hot prick and my hand rubbing her large curvaceous ass. 

"We reached the foot of the bed and I pulled the bow which held the belt 
around her nighty. The nighty fell open, revealing the most beautiful 
complexion. She was milk white, with soft patches of pink here and there. 
Catherine's skin was smooth and flawless. As I took her again in my arms, I 
slipped the nighty off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. 

"The feel of her skin was almost as sexy as her curves. She must have 
powdered her entire body because my hands glided over her like silk. 

"We sat on the edge of the bed and resumed our wet kisses. My hand went to 
her large protruding breast as her hand again found my stiff prick. She 
moved the loose skin up and down slowly, affectionately jerking my cock back 
and forth. 

"We licked each other's lips and sucked on them hungrily. We found various 
combinations of lip and tongue caresses. I gently pushed her back onto the 
bed and, gripping her breast firmly, sucked hungrily on the large nipple and 
areola. 

"She squirmed and emitted short cries of pleasure. My excitement mounted as 
I squeezed and sucked on that hard, big protruding tit. It was massive and 
firm like the cheeks of her ass. 

"With my other hand I petted her pussy hairs, lightly at first, then with 
increased pressure until my fingers were dipping into the wetness of her 
fleshy lips, slipping up and down them, gliding smoothly on a film of sex 
fluid. 

"One finger slipped into her vagina, so easily and effortlessly because of 
her copious sex juices. Catherine's legs spread wide, inviting me to enter 
further. I pushed my finger deeper until I touched the back wall of her 
pussy. She moaned and swayed her body. We both were sailing on a thick cloud 
of passion-sexually excited bodies loving each other's touches. 

"As my finger slipped in and out of her love hole, my thumb moved onto her 
clitoris, gliding back and forth, flipping that hard knob of flesh until 
Catherine writhed in total ecstasy. 

"From the time I entered her apartment we had not said one word. Our 
communication was sexual, exclusively touch and visual. There was an animal 
attraction which was overpowering, negating any necessity for verbal 
exchanges. 

"Her hand pumped more vigorously on my dick, jerking it desperately-the 
urgent signal that she wanted it in her body. But I was not satisfied yet, I 
needed to explore and enjoy more of her sensuous flesh. 

"I lowered my head to her silken pubic hairs, breathing hot air over her 
pussy area. She moaned softly, raising her hips in a pleading gesture to get 
closer to my mouth. 

"Gently, ever so gently, I placed my tongue into the wet lips of her excited 
pussy lips and licked the insides of them with the same ardor as I had done 
with her lips and tongue. My tongue felt along the entire crack, exploring 
every crevice, lapping hungrily at this fleshy mound of womanliness. 

"Catherine's moans grew louder, more urgent as she pressed her sex into my 
face. I licked her clitoris hard, sucking that little piece of fiery sex 
into my mouth. Her hips raised off the mattress as she whimpered her delight 
into the darkened air. 

"She was so passionate, so utterly heightened by this stimulation that I 
thought it best not to continue, lest she have an orgasm before I had 
penetrated that marvelous sex. I discontinued the oral stimulation and 
hunched over her sensuous form, allowing my prick to rest on her pussy. 

"As Catherine pumped her hips upward, trying to grasp at my organ, I began 
poking it with short jabs, teasing her open lips with my swollen prick. 
Then, as if answering both our desires, I pushed in slowly, sliding in on 
her velvety sex juices, gliding- my prick into the inner chambers of her 
most intimate part. 

"She spread her legs wider and my hard prick went clear to the back of her 
hot vagina. I pumped slowly, carefully hitting the back of her pussy gently, 
then giving an extra shove, as if trying to poke her hole and make it 
longer. She raised her hips, swiveling them in mad spasms of joy. 

"Just as I thought I was about to come, I pulled out. My prick was sopping 
from her passion fluids. Her sex juices flowed and trickled down between her 
ass cheeks, lubricating the entire area from the top of her lips to the 
crack in her gorgeous ass." 

"I held her by the hip bones and firmly turned her over. Immediately, I 
spread her plump cheeks and plunged my tongue into her anus. She squealed 
with delight and moaned loudly. I licked her anus, making small circles with 
my tongue, then biting lightly on the area just around the hole. 

"Catherine pumped her ass up and down, crying for satisfaction. But I still 
wanted to enjoy more of her virgin-like ass. I sucked in a mouthful of the 
spongy flesh and chewed on it with lustful bites. She whispered and gave 
little cries of pain-pleasure. I sucked all around her large ass, trying to 
mouth the mammoth mounds. 

"I had had enough play and now wanted to probe the inner secrets of her 
anus. I pulled up her hips, touching my prick against her anus to let her 
know that that is where my prick wanted to be, and she enthusiastically 
cooperated by suddenly thrusting those large mounds of ass cheeks against my 
prick, causing the head to enter the tight little muscle at the opening. 

"I got a firm hold on her hips and began pumping like mad, thrusting my 
swollen organ deep into the recesses of her hot, tight rectum. Her cries of 
joy and passion brought my own excitement to new heights, and I moved with 
greater strength. Tenderness was gone, the loving caresses no longer seemed 
adequate. A violent animal lust came over me and I rammed my prick into her 
with force and madness. 

"She responded likewise, with violent movements of her ass, swinging it in 
abandonment, forcing it at me, jerking it left and right, thrashing about as 
my prick filled her very insides. We were lost in complete lust, the kind of 
madness which knows only one objective-to continue until an orgasm of such 
unbearable intensity results that the heavens would blow apart. 

"Then it happened. She yelled and screamed into the mattress. Her ass 
flailed in all directions, whipping my prick around and around inside of her 
contracting asshole. With one last plunge I exploded like a cannon, shooting 
what seemed like gallons of come into her convulsing body. 

"We collapsed onto the bed, panting like race horses after a ten lap 
stretch. We fell fast asleep and awoke hours later, in the mid-morning. I 
kissed her lips, her cheeks, her neck, then arose and got dressed. Catherine 
continued to sleep as I left for my apartment. I would have stayed, but it 
was a week day, I had to go to work. 

"For the next three days I felt like molten wax. She really took the 
stuffing's out of me. One night with Catherine and I was depleted for almost 
a week. She told me she felt the same when I called her the day after. We 
sure had something going between us. God, that girl could fuck-with or 
without her ass! 

"We went sort of steady for a couple of months. Neither of us thought it 
would be possible to ever find another person who could arouse such 
sexuality in us. There was a chemistry you wouldn't believe. We couldn't be 
together for more than a few minutes before one of us would get hot pants 
and off to bed we'd go. 

"But, like all good things, our relationship came to a sad but mutually 
agreeable end. She wanted to be fucked in her vagina and I wanted to fuck 
her in the ass. We gave in to each other's desires, of course, but after a 
while the relationship got strained. 

"I expressed my desire for anal intercourse, and she was willing to go along 
with it most of the time, but then Catherine expressed her desires for 
vaginal intercourse. It got to be a hassle after a while. 

"If I ever get married I'll have to make goddamn sure the girl I marry likes 
to have anal intercourse exclusively. I've met several gals who do like it, 
and enjoy having it that way more often than the regular way, but they just 
didn't have it upstairs as far as being a wife is concerned. 

"So, one of these days, I'll meet the right combination; some chick who 
likes getting it in the ass and who I can have a good marital relationship 
with. I'm in no hurry, though. Hell, I'm still young and I get all the ass I 
need." 

CHAPTER FIVE: The Lousiest Aim in the West 

"Take a ride along Sunset Boulevard sometime. You'll see a lot of signs that 
are bound to turn you on. They do me anyway. 'Rita and Rick DO IT on stage!' 
'Live Sex Acts: Every Night: Clark and Cleo.' Or some such shit like that. 
It's a common thing now, right? A couple fucking on stage. 

"But when I got into it, back about three years ago, me and my partner-a 
girl named Sandra- were about the only people around. And of course we 
didn't do our performing in any public night club. We were 'for rent' for 
'special' occasions. 

"But suddenly it got to be 'legal,' so instead of a hobby that picked up a 
few extra bucks on the side for me and Sandy, we now had a new full-flown 
vocation. 

"I was contacted by this real greasy guy who was adding live sex acts to his 
club. We talked and he hired both of us. So I quit that rotten job I had 
with the telephone company. The only good thing about that job was the pussy 
you ran into every once in a while when you were installing the phone. But 
that's another story, and not a very interesting one. 

"Sandy and me are both exhibitionists. Or we were anyway. Sandy's a straight 
lady now, married to some square character who fucks her in the dark every 
other Thursday night. But that's her problem. She wanted to be 'normal.' 

"But I'm getting way ahead of my story. Like I said, Sandy and me were both 
exhibitionists. We got more of a kick out of being watched, and the reaction 
we caused in the watchers, than from the fuck itself. Do you understand what 
I mean? 

"Like, Sandy and me lived together but we didn't fuck at home nearly at all. 
We'd go weeks sometimes before we had an 'occasion' to perform at. Then we'd 
fuck like hell. But at home, it was a drag. 

"So when we got this job, it was like being paid, to eat or something like 
that. Six nights a week, twice a night, fucking Sandy in front of a whole 
bunch of people. Women included. And we didn't even have to worry about 
getting busted. It was paradise. 

"But do you know what? It got to be old hat. Not for me, but for the 
audience. A year after we started, there were a lot of places where you 
could go and see somebody fucking. It wasn't a big thing at all. And shit, I 
was still only twenty-six and Sandy twenty-four. We had a lot of miles on us 
yet, but nowhere really to put them on. 

"The manager of the club called us into the office right after the show one 
night. It had been a lousy crowd. And the few people who were there hadn't 
paid hardly any attention to us. Like, you know, we were wasting our 
talents. 

"You gotta come up with a new gimmick,' the greaser says. 'Your act ain't 
worth shit.' 

"There's just so much you can do in a fuck act,' I said. But it wasn't much 
of an argument. 

"You got a week to come up with something that'll turn the Johns on,' he 
says. 'If not, I get a new act.' 

"Both Sandy and I nodded, but we were miserable. What in the hell could we 
add to the act that would be different? A club up the street had two guys 
and a girl; a club down the street had two girls and one guy. Dogs were out; 
that was against the law. 

"We stayed up all night and wracked our brains. Donkeys? 'Shit no,' Sandy 
said, and she meant it. 

"We considered fucking on a tightrope, but neither of us knew how. 

"Finally, about seven o'clock in the morning, while the sun was streaming in 
on our bed, I turned to Sandy. 'You ever take it up the ass?' I asked. She 
looked at me sort of funny. 

"I think we might have our gimmick,' she says and turns over on her side. 
She wanted to go to sleep. 

"Hey, wake up,' I said and shook her shoulder. 'Answer me. Have you ever had 
it up the ass?' 

"Nope.' 

"Okay, baby,' I said. 'Roll over.' 

"She argued but she finally rolled over. On her back. 'How do you go about 
fucking somebody in the ass?' I asked her. 

"She thought a minute. 'The same way you fuck regular, I guess,' she 
answered. 

"So I got between her legs. The whole fucking idea of putting my prick up 
her ass had me turned on. Even if it wasn't in front of people. 

"I felt down around her asshole and of course it was dry as hell. I had a 
little spot of juice on the tip of my cock, but I didn't think that was 
enough. 

"You're dry,' I said to her. She looked at me like I was stupid. 'Of course, 
I'm dry,' she said. 'Get some kind of cream or something.' 

"So I hopped off the bed and went in the bathroom. I came back with some 
cold cream or shit like that. I got my fingers all smeared up and started 
wiping it around the crack in her ass. 'Put some inside, stupid,' she says. 
I hesitated. I hated her when she called me names. 

"So I was just a little rough when I stuck my finger up her ass. She yelled 
like an Indian. 'For Chrissake, that's not a dead piece of meat you're 
poking,' she said. 'Take it easy.' 

"I didn't want to rile her up, so I eased off with the roughness. I put one 
finger back in her and got her nice and greasy. Then I slipped a second one 
in, trying to widen that tiny hole a little. She was tight as hell. And that 
turned me on. The truth is, Sandy's cunt was getting a little sloppy. After 
all, she was getting it twelve times a week from me, and I ain't small, plus 
any tricks she picks up at the club. So you know that cunt of hers had to be 
pretty well used. 

"I put the cream down. 'That didn't feel bad at all,' she said. 'In fact it 
felt pretty good.' 

"That was my Sandy for you. She dug just about anything. 

"I got back up on the bed and back into position between her legs. This time 
when I felt around her asshole my finger slid in nice and easy. And Sandy 
groaned out in pleasure. She'd lost all thought of going to sleep. She was 
turned on again. 

"I kept wondering as I started to press my cock up against her ass why she 
was enjoying it so much. I mean, what's up a girl's asshole to make getting 
fucked there feel good? I finally came to the conclusion that in Sandy's 
case it was just the case of doing something new, weird and freaky. 

"I took it real easy at first. After all, I was shoving a lot of meat in 
that little hole and I didn't want to fuck it up. Hey, that's good. I said I 
didn't want to fuck it up, but that's what I was really doing, right? 
Fucking right up that little hole. 

"I pressed until the knob of my cock slipped up inside her. Just the knob. 
She was breathing heavy by this time. 'Christ, it feels like a fucking fence 
post,' Sandy said. 

"Now, I'm pretty big, but believe me, I'm not as big as a fence post. But it 
was good to hear her say that anyway. 

"I pressed again and a couple of inches of my prick slid up into her. 
'Jesus,' she groaned. I couldn't tell if she was liking it or not liking it. 
But to tell you the truth, the whole bit was turning me on so much, I really 
did not care if she was liking it or not. 

"One more good shove and I was up in that ass to the hairs. But with that 
last shove, Sandy started yelling like a bandit. 'That hurts,' she screamed. 
'Take it out!' 

"So I took it out. I didn't want to but I did. 

"C'mon, baby,' I said to her. 'You're gonna have to cooperate if we're going 
to get this act in shape.' 

"It's not your ass that's getting fucked,' she said, real nasty. Til get my 
asshole in shape my own way.' 

"I didn't know it, but what she said meant I wasn't going to get to fuck her 
ass that night. Nor the next. I didn't know what she was doing, but she 
promised to have her ass ready for the opening of the new act on Thursday. 
That's sort of funny. Her ass was our new gimmick. 

"To be honest, I did have an inkling of how she was going about getting that 
ass in shape. I walked into the bathroom one day when she was in there. She 
screamed at me to get the hell out-she was always screaming at me-and I did, 
but not before looking down at her on the John. She had her hand wrapped 
around one of those big fucking vibrators and she was sticking that thing up 
her ass to beat the band. I mean, really driving it. 

"Well, if that's how she got her kicks, it was okay with me. As long as she 
was ready for Thursday. 

"She was. Ready, I mean. At least she said she was. And believe me, we were 
both as nervous as cats. It was like we'd never been naked on that stage 
before. 

"The music started and the lights came up. We went on. We always started the 
act both fully dressed. You know, we sort of made a game of it. Neither of 
us were fucking dancers or anything like that, so what we did was pretend 
that we were a regular couple coming home and going into the bedroom. That 
way we made the customers feel like peeping toms, which turns a hell of a 
lot of people on. 

"I'd looked out in the audience before we started and saw that there were a 
lot of women out there. That always made me do my best. I really dug fucking 
in front of women. 

"We went through the whole preliminaries. You know, both of us coming into 
the bedroom, and me falling down on the bed. I just lay there and watched 
Sandy take her clothes off. She was real good at making a production of it. 
In fact, it was about the sexiest thing she did. First the shoes, then the 
stockings. She'd sort of tantalize me with those. You know, let them trail 
up my body and over my face. It was a turn on. 

"Sandy eventually got down to just a little pair of pants and a bra. And 
then the bra came off. She'd stop then and sort of stare at me. I'd still be 
on the bed-, playing with my pecker. You know, like a real husband would do 
watching his wife strip. 

"As soon as the bra fell to the floor, Sandy would stand there and sort of 
cup her hand around her cunt. She still had her pants on, but everybody got 
the idea. Then she says the only line of dialogue we had in the whole act. 
Real loud she says, 'Feel like fucking my pussy?' 

"Now that, man, always blew the Johns' minds. Hearing her say those words, 
and the position she was in had a tremendous effect. You could just about 
hear those guys coming in their pants. 

"Without saying anything, I get off the bed. I don't nod or anything. And I 
get my clothes off real fast. After all, the guys don't want to see me 
naked. But I do it slow enough and good enough for the gals in the audience 
to get a kick. 

"I pull Sandy real rough to the bed and sort of throw her down. If I did 
that in real life, Sandy'd kill me. But on stage that gives the Johns an 
extra thrill. Treat her rough; you know, like they wish they could treat 
their wives. Real stud. Animal. Right? 

"Then I reach down and rip her pants off. Actually, they're cut 
three-quarters through, where it don't show. Otherwise, I couldn't rip them. 
Ever try to tear nylon? 

"Anyway, the pants are off. And just as a little bit of information, the 
management pays for two pairs of pants every night. That's part of the 
contract. Otherwise, we couldn't afford it. 

"So we're down to the skin and I've established the fact that I'm boss. 
Right? Okay. From here on in, it's nothing but fucking. At least in the old 
act it was. I'd fuck her on her back with her legs on my shoulders, and then 
wrapped around me so I could short-stroke her real well. And then on her 
hands and knees, taking it from behind. It was wild, and every night I felt 
the same way. I was really turned on. Especially when the audience got real 
quiet and paid close attention to us. 

"With the new act, we had the same bit. Only after I got her to her hands 
and knees, and in a position where everybody in the audience can see real 
well, I pull my cock out of her pussy. She turns, sees, and begs me to put 
it back. Damned near cries she wants it so bad. I just stand there like 
Errol Flynn or somebody like that. 

"After she's through with her sob-sister routine, I pushed her back to the 
hands and knees position. Her ass is all greased and everything, you 
understand, but the Johns think I'm shoving my cock up her ass with just a 
little spit on my cock. 

"That first night, we didn't know if the bit was going to work or not. We 
got to the part where she's begging me, while-out of the side of my 
mouth-I'm asking her if she's sure her ass is ready. 

"It's ready,' she says real sharp like. So I decide to go ahead. And then, 
just when I'm ready to push her down, I see out of the corner of my eye, the 
manager standing backstage watching us. It was the first time in months he'd 
even been around when our act was on. But his being there made me put my 
whole heart and soul into this ass fucking routine. I was fucking for my 
life. 

"I still had her on her hands and knees, so I spit into my hand and reach 
down and spread some of it on my cock. We was making believe that was the 
only slippery stuff we'd be using. But actually, like I told you, Sandy was 
greasy as shit. I'd even felt it when I was fucking her cunt. 

"I pulled her hands back and made her pull her ass cheeks apart. That'd give 
the Johns, and me, a better view. 

"It was just like it had been when the two of us were in bed, only it was 
seventeen times more exciting now that we had an audience. Shit, my heart 
was beating so fast, I thought I'd explode. 

"I pressed my cock up against her asshole and shoved. Neat as a pin it slid 
in. Sandy acted like it was killing her, but I knew she was just acting. I 
actually think she liked it. And I couldn't get over how much easier it was 
to stick the knob of my cock up her ass. She must have really been working 
overtime with that vibrator. 

"I reached down and pulled her ass cheeks apart myself, hitting her hands 
away. She was moaning and groaning like she was three inches from death. 

"I angled her a little so the audience wouldn't miss a thing. And believe 
me, you could have heard a pin drop in that fucking bar. Even the waitresses 
were watching. And I'll bet not one of the women there had a dry cunt. 

"I shoved and a good three inches was lodged in Sandy's ass. This time when 
she groaned in pain, I think she meant it. So I stopped for a few seconds 
and didn't force anything. I just acted like I was about ready to come 
already. You know, throwing my head back and things like that. Anything to 
distract the Johns from seeing that nothing actually was going on. 

"Then Sandy gave me the signal. A tap on the leg. That meant that everything 
was okay and that I should go ahead. 

"We'd had that signal even with the old act. Sometimes, we'd get screwed up 
and for some reason, even though I'd fucked her thousands of times, I'd 
start hurting her. Then I'd stop and we'd straighten out whatever was wrong. 
The tap on the leg meant, 'Fuck it good!' 

"And I did. Man, I was really turned on. I got the rest of my cock up into 
her willing ass and stopped moving for just a few seconds for her to get 
used to it. Then I pulled out. Sort of slow, but I couldn't take it too 
easy. The audience wanted to see a rough fuck. 

"I started long-dicking her. Pulling almost all the way out-and sometimes 
all the way out-and then forcing my prick all the way back in with one 
lunge. I was torturing Sandy's asshole something awful, but we sure had the 
audience with us. 

"Maybe twenty times I long-dicked that ass of hers. Then I had to slow down. 
I was too fucking close. That was the first time that'd happened to me in 
years. All other times, I could program myself to shoot at just the right 
time. And believe me, I did shoot, too. At least most of the time. That part 
of the act wasn't phoney. 

"I pulled out of her and knocked her to the bed. I flipped her over. On her 
back. 

"Okay, that sounds rough, but it wasn't. It was just in the act. Anytime I 
did get rough, I heard about it for a week afterwards. And she managed to 
clout me one besides. 

"Anyway, she was on her back now. And I hopped in the saddle. I was really 
loaded for bear now. I wanted to fuck her in the ass. And I wanted to shoot 
off in her ass. This was the most excited I'd been in a long time. 

"And then, do you know what? Somebody in the audience started to chant. 
'Fuck that ass! ... Fuck that ass! ... Fuck that ass!' And they started 
clapping their hands. So I gave them what I wanted. 

"I sunk my hand damned near to the wrist in Sandy's cunt and I went to work 
on her ass. It was the best fuck I'd ever had. Ever. It was so goddamned 
tight and warm. I plowed into her and by this time she was enjoying it the 
most. But again, I think it was the audience reaction that was turning her 
on, not the fuck. 

"Whatever it was, we must have made a pretty exciting picture, because the 
Johns couldn't get enough of it. I just kept fucking and they just kept 
yelling for me to 'fuck that ass.' It was wild. 

"But finally, I couldn't hold off anymore. I just had to shoot, even if I 
was cutting the act short by a couple of minutes. I couldn't care less then. 

"The heat and the pressure in my balls was so strong I just had to get some 
relief. So I fucked Sandy even faster and harder and finally the come 
started moving. From my balls, up the length of my cock, and wham! right up 
her ass. And I fist fucked her all the while. Sandy was so excited that she 
had an orgasm, too. The same time as mine. And let me tell you, that was 
exciting. 

"The finale of our old act was for Sandy to get down on her knees and suck 
off my cock after I'd come. And sometimes I'd twist down on her and eat out 
her pussy while she was giving me head. But we'd made arrangements that we'd 
cut that part of the act. What Sandy had actually said, was, 'Don't think 
I'm going to lick your cock after it's been in my ass.' 

"I couldn't blame her. And it didn't make any difference. The audience was 
cheering like hell. I felt like a god-damned star. We were a hit." 

The subject of this last interview was an exhibitionist par excellence. He 
achieved his greatest pleasure from being watched while performing the 
sexual act. He was introduced to anal intercourse out of necessity to retain 
his job as a sex performer in a night club. The idea that he mastered a girl 
completely by giving her pain excited him even more. 

A certain amount of sado-masochism can be found in many people who regularly 
and exclusively indulge in anal intercourse. However, when the subject is 
later submitted to undergoing anal intercourse, albeit with a dildoe, he 
notes that the pain becomes pleasurable and, in final analysis, he actively 
seeks to become the passive partner in sodomistic practices. 

The subject, a professional fornicator one might say, stated that he 
preferred anal intercourse, because the anal opening and the rectum were so 
much tighter than the vagina of his associate, Sandra. 

Anatomically, the anus is regarded as part of the rectum. The rectum 
consists of the rectum proper and the anal canal. The rectum proper is about 
five inches long and follows the curve of the sacrum and the coccyx. When 
distended, it shows three dilated portions formed by inward projecting 
folds. The largest of these dilations, and the lowermost, is the ampulla 
which joins the anal canal. The anal canal extends from the pelvic floor 
downward and posteriorly to the anus. The anal valves, five to ten vertical 
folds, are found on the inner surface of the canal, behind them are spaces 
called the anal sinuses. 

The internal sphincter is a thick layer of muscle which circles around the 
anal canal for about one inch. This sphincter is activated by the autonomous 
nervous system and contracts or expands involuntarily. The external 
sphincter can be contracted or expanded voluntarily. It is a layer of 
striated muscle tissue which surrounds the terminal portion of the anal 
canal. Its fibers are attached to the coccyx and the surrounding skin. The 
levator ani, which forms part of the pelvic floor can also be activated 
voluntarily. Its fibers, some of which enter the rectal wall and merge with 
those of the sphincters, surround the rectum and compress it. The function 
of the sphincters, needless to say, is to keep the anal canal closed. 

The sphincter muscles are unique. There is only one set, and they are one of 
the most powerful muscles in the human body. 

The normal anal sphincter affords a great deal more resistance than even a 
virgin vagina. Penile penetration can only be accomplished by a sufficiently 
rigid penis. It is perhaps for this reason that sodomy sometimes has been 
referred to as a virile sport. The literature of the ancients abounds with 
references to the effect that "only man in the full spirits of the work 
should attempt sodomy because the fruits of the game are not available to he 
who is only mildly interested." 

As has been stated before, the subject discovered anal intercourse at a 
rather late stage in his sexually active life. He was an exhibitionist and 
when the audience, through his employer, indicated it wanted to see 
something different, the subject came up with anal intercourse. 

Paul Gebhard and his associates, authors of the report Sex Offenders, write: 

Just as with voyeurism, there is a bit of the exhibitionist in nearly all 
males and in many females as well. All adult humans want to be physically 
sexually attractive; it is psychologically important to them. Society 
expects and encourages a certain display of physical charms. Except that 
they do not expose their genitalia, many a male and female on a public beach 
could be called exhibitionists: they receive some sexual gratification from 
displaying their anatomy. 

The authors continue: 

As a group the exhibitionists do not manifest many salient traits, but those 
which do exist all point toward some deficiency or difficulty in 
heterosexual adjustment. 

And they conclude: 

The motivations of exhibitionism are, of course, not to be clearly defined 
by this study, but our impressions do agree with some psychiatric concepts. 
Certainly some exhibition is largely an affirmation of masculinity, a cry of 
"Look, here is proof I am a man!" This is the response of the insecure male 
who has suffered some ego-shattering sexual rejection or corrosive long-time 
sexual stress. Also important is the element of sexual solicitation, which 
many exhibitionists consciously recognize although their hopes are almost 
never realized. Thirdly, and perhaps most common, is exhibition as an 
expression of hostility or sadism: a desire to frighten and shock. 

Not very pertinent to his sexual make-up, but worth mentioning is the fact 
that the subject was caught in various lies and inconsistencies. Even though 
Los Angeles has night clubs where the sexual act is performed live and on 
stage, as of this writing the courts have not yet made a decision as to the 
legality or illegality of these performances. Many places of entertainment 
have obtained an injunction against stopping the shows that were being 
performed. However, all the acts either show simulated sexual intercourse or 
the standard "missionary position" of female-supine, male-prone. And then 
only with penis-vagina congress. No sexual acts that are forbidden by law, 
even in the privacy of the home of married partners, could conceivably be 
shown on stage. 

Because anal intercourse is usually somewhat more painful for the recipient 
than any other form of sexual activity (sadistic activities excepted), the 
male, performing the penetration feels more powerful and dominating. Usually 
the pain subsides quickly when the sphincter is forced to relax. However, 
the penetrator may feel "more of a man." This may account for an increasing 
interest in the practice of sodomy, since in all other areas of life male 
dominance is slowly eroded. 

In The Sexual Wilderness, Vance Packard observes the following: 

There are still rugged or adventuresome jobs -as in ranching, truck-driving, 
carpentry, sponge-diving, piloting planes, etc.-but a more typical 
enterprising young male of the late 1960s is shown in the TV commercial for 
Sun-Up shaving lotion. He gives a Tarzan cry, leaps over the living-room 
balcony, and starts to work carrying a briefcase. The son of such a commuter 
has probably only a vague idea how Father validates himself. This raises 
interesting questions about what kind of men such sons will be when they 
grow up. 

If perchance he rises toward the top of a major business enterprise, it 
doesn't bring much glory, because executives of large corporations, 
increasingly, are trained to be semi-anonymous, bland, soft-spoken, 
non-oddball team players. Or, if he succeeds in a job requiring technical 
skills, he confronts the uneasy fact that with the blinding speed of 
technological innovation his skills will probably be largely obsolete in a 
decade or so and he may have to learn new skills. 

The young man's image of himself as a future community leader is likely to 
be weakly fixed. He has observed that husbands in his neighborhood who 
commute to work leave much of the family's representation in the community 
to the wife, if there is any representation. 

If he is thoughtful, the young male may perceive also that many of the 
traits most necessary to our society's healthy functioning today are traits 
long considered to be female rather than male. Margaret Mead mentions these 
three virtues, long regarded as more appropriate for women, as being 
necessary today: patience, endurance, steadfastness. 

Being this confused in his role between what is necessary to become a social 
success and what he deems to be necessary to become a rugged masculine 
individualist, many a young man will begin to search for a more dominating 
position in the sexual act. Some believe to have found that position by 
engaging in anal sexual intercourse. 

"You'd think we were set, wouldn't you? Sandy and me had an act that, at 
least for a couple of months, would be the talk of the Strip. Business at 
the club was way up. Man, I'll tell you, the freakos who like to come and 
watch shit like Sandy and me do must have a grapevine that never quits. The 
next morning, right after we'd done the act for the first time, news about 
it was traveling fast. 

"And then do you know what happens? Sandy meets this guy in a bar she hangs 
out in the daytime and they take to each other. She brings him home and they 
fuck all day and then decide it's love. Wowee! 

"Believe me, the guy was the squarest John in the world. And he lived in 
Omaha! Sandy was talking about Omaha a little after she got to know the guy. 
She had decided that she wanted to move some place like that hick town 
because nobody there would 'know she had fucked on-stage. So what's wrong 
with fucking on-stage for a living? 

"I get back one afternoon from the grocery store and Sandy's left. All I had 
to show for the years we spent together was a note. She'd gone with 
Stanley-Christ, nobody's named Stanley-to Omaha. As his wife. 

"I called the greaser at the club. 'Boss,' I said to him real nice-like, 'I 
got a problem.' 

"I got problems of my own,' he says in his usual nasty way. 'Don't bother 
me.' 

"But this one sort of is your problem, too,' I said. There was a long 
silence. 

"Well, are you going to tell me, asshole.' he says, 'or do I have to beg 
you.' 

"He's a creep. You know that? I work for a fucking creep. But anyway, I tell 
him that Sandy is gone and that the act isn't a twosome anymore. 

"Get another girl,' he says, like it's the easiest thing in the world to 
find a girl who'll let some guy fuck her ass on-stage. 

"It's pretty hard to find somebody in one afternoon,' I explained. 'But I 
guess I could come in and do a single.' 

"You mean, just you up there?' he asked. 

"I guess so,' I answered. 

"What are you going to do? Jack off?' 

"'Maybe. I don't know.' 

"Jesus, that would really pull them in off the streets,' he says in this 
very sarcastic tone of voice. And then adds, 'Get a girl or get out of my 
life.' Then he hangs up. 

"So where am I going to get a girl? Hey, you know what? Talking about all 
this stuff has got me all riled up, I've had a roaring hard on for the last 
half hour. 

"Anyway, I pulled out the big black book, looking for some old number who 
might go along with the bit for a couple of nights. Or even permanently. 
Hell, you can't imagine how many freako women I've run into in this 
business. Sure, Sandy used to make money all the time from Johns who saw her 
of the stage, but I didn't do bad either. I used to average about one note a 
week from some far-out chick who'd seen me and who wanted some of the same 
stuff I dished out on the stage. Course, they didn't intend to pay me, they 
never did, but I got to know a couple of real wild lays. 

"And then, too, since I'd been working in clubs for so long, I'd gotten to 
know a lot of the hotsy-totsy dancers. Most of them were lesbians, but that 
don't make any difference. They're still good girls. 

"So I started calling the names I had from the second group first. After 
all, they were professionals, right? And being lesbians, they didn't care 
what was stuck up what hole, 'cause it didn't mean nothin' to them. 

"It was funny, but the only gal I talked to who wasn't working was a real 
big gal named Toni. I guess it should have been T-o-n-y. But it wasn't. 

"And it was also funny that Toni would have said yes to my offer, 'cause 
every time we'd meet each other, she'd always tell me she hated my guts. But 
it was a few bucks for her, and it saved my job. So we decided to call off 
the feud and pat each other's backs for a couple of nights. 

"She came over to the apartment and I outlined the act. I'd told her about 
the ass fucking routine, but she didn't seem snowed by that. Didn't seem to 
bother her at all. 

"I asked her if she wanted to rehearse and she threw me a look that would 
burn the hide off a rhinoceros. 'No chance, buster,' she said. 'We fuck on 
stage and nowhere else.' 

"I explained that we should get used to each other. You know, the way each 
of us moves and shit like that, but she wouldn't have it. 'No way,' she 
said. 'If you want freebies, the deal's off.' 

"So what was I supposed to do? Toni was my only chance. And the greaser 
didn't have heart enough to give me a longer chance to find somebody else. 
What it came down to was fuck Toni that night or go back to the telephone 
company. I picked Toni. 

"I guess I ought to describe a little what Toni looks like, considering what 
happened during the act that night. I already told you she was big. But I 
don't mean she was fat. Good old Toni had a set of jugs that didn't quit. 
About forty-two, I guess. And a wide, luscious set of hips. But she was 
trim. No fat. Just big. And the truth is, she probably weighed in just about 
the same as me. Or she might have had a few pounds on me. I'm not too 
fucking big, except for where it counts in my business. 

"When I got to the club, Toni was already in the dressing room. She was, she 
said, ready already. She was dressed in this outfit that was ... well, it 
looked pretty damned good. It got me to thinking that maybe I'd try to keep 
her in the act permanently. I changed my mind later. 

"The only bit she'd added that I didn't like was her carrying this big 
fucking purse. We argued for a while about it, but she ended all 
conversation by saying that if the purse didn't go on, she didn't go on. 
Horseshit! 

"I got dressed and we sat around having a couple of drinks. We had to pay 
fifty cents for 'em. That's how goddamned cheap the manager was. 

"Finally, we got a three-minute call. I was nervous-and excited as hell. 
After all, I had a new pussy and new ass to fuck. That's something to get 
excited about. 

"Toni had only one comment before we went on. Take it easy on my ass,' she 
said, and gave me sort of a funny grin. 

"I grinned back, thinking she was starting to like me a little. Then we went 
on. 

"Toni was an instant success. What with those big tits and everything. The 
audience ate her up. We had a convention of former E-- S-- in the club, and 
that kind of group always goes for big tits. 

"Everything went okay, except the audience reacted a little funny when I 
came on-stage and stood next to Toni. Granted she had two inches on me-plus 
the heels she had on-and maybe a few pounds, like I said before, but I don't 
think it was fair of the audience to laugh and point at me. 

"They didn't laugh long. As soon as Toni started stripping down, they got 
quiet as hell. And they paid attention. 

"I was on the bed, playing around with my cock. But nobody was paying any 
attention. Toni had the eye of everybody in the house on what she was doing. 
And believe me, she was sexy. I'd seen a lot of strippers but this broad was 
one of the best. 

"Everything seemed to take just the right amount of time to be taken off. 
The dress, the slip. The shoes. The stockings. Wow, Toni moved like a dream. 

"And when she reached behind and took off her bra, I thought there was going 
to be a riot in the house. Her tits were gorgeous, and that's the opinion of 
a real expert, let me tell you. 

"We were now up to the part of the act where the dialogue comes in. But Toni 
changed that a little, too. She cupped her cunt with her hand just like 
Sandy did. But with Toni somehow it came off really dirty. And she stands 
there staring at me with this little smirk on her face. 

"You man enough to work on this cunt?' she says. Man, it was like somebody 
had clubbed me in the face with a fist. My face burned red, and shit, I was 
the most embarrassed guy in Los Angeles. That goddamned broad was belittling 
me. Just because I was a little smaller than she was. 

"But the worst part was the reaction of the audience. They loved the bit. To 
them, Toni was the Amazon coaxing Mr. Milquetoast to a screw. And guess who 
they started to laugh at, and even hoot at? You're right. Me. 

"I got mad as hell. And the madder I got, walking up to Toni like a 
strutting bantam rooster, the funnier I must have looked to the audience. 
Because they were howling now. 

"I tried to push Toni down on the bed, but it was like trying to shove over 
a wall. She didn't move an inch. And then, believe it or not, she took hold 
of my arm and sort of tossed me on my back on the bed. More gales of 
laughter from the audience. 

"And then Toni moved. She got over to that bed faster than I've ever seen 
anybody move. And she was over the top of me, and aiming her pussy. And 
within no time at all, she was settling down on my cock swallowing it in her 
pussy. She was boss. At least the audience thought so. 

"And I made it all the worse by struggling to get our from under her. But 
with her weight, and having my cock impaled up her pussy, I couldn't move 
more than a couple of inches. I was like a trussed hog. Prepared for the 
slaughter. 

"Eventually, though, she let me up. I thought we'd get back to the original 
script and she'd get on her back and let me fuck her that way for a while. 
But no, Toni had other ideas. 

"She stood there, legs spread, hands on hips. She looked like a fucking lady 
wrestler. A mean lady wrestler. 'Eat out that cunt,' she said, and before I 
had a chance to react-to protest-she was forcing me down on my knees. She 
grabbed my head and pulled it between her legs. There wasn't anything I 
could do but suck and lick on her cunt, because she was pinching my ear. And 
she told me she'd keep on pinching my ear until I started to eat. And man, 
have you ever had your ear pinched by a giant madwoman? 

"So I ate cunt. I was becoming her fucking slave. But the audience liked it, 
and even I liked it. My cock was stone hard and standing up. Aching like 
hell. I was really hot. 

"But she wasn't through humiliating me yet. She kept her fingers clamped to 
my ear and told me, so everybody in the whole fucking place could hear, that 
she wanted me to lick her asshole. Now, I've never licked an asshole in my 
life. And I wasn't about to now. But she pinched and she pinched and I 
started to lick. I would have done anything to get her hand away from my 
ear. 

"She got on the bed, her legs wide apart and dangling over the side. She 
wanted me to have a good view. Christ, it was like looking down a well. 

"Somehow, I knew, I had to get this bit back on the right track. I was the 
man, right? I was the boss. 

"As soon as she let loose of my ear for a split second, I jumped up. Away 
from her cunt. I stood over her, trying to look as angry as I could. The 
fucking audience even laughed at that. 

"Her legs were still spread, so I crouched and put my cock in line with her 
cunt. I got close and shoved. She didn't try to stop me. In fact, all the 
while I was long-dicking her, trying to hurt her or at least get some 
reaction, she was leaning up on her elbows and smiling down at me like I was 
an amusing but pesky little fly. Christ, was I pissed. 

"And no matter how hard I fucked, I didn't affect her one bit. She just let 
me fuck her and she just kept getting more and more amused. 

"Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and I pulled out. I grabbed her arm and 
tried to flip her over. No way. I just tugged and she stayed right where she 
was. I was helpless by this time; helpless with anger. I'd never been so 
goddamned mad at anybody in my life. 

"Finally, after I almost had to beg her, she turned over. Slowly. Damned 
near with contempt. I'd never seen anything like it. That damned Toni really 
hated me. But at least I had her on her hands and knees. I was going to get 
some of my dignity back by fucking her in the ass. 

"By the way, when Toni turned over and knelt up, she got a round of applause 
from the audience. They felt, I guess, that she was doing me a favor. The 
creeps. 

"You're gonna take it up the ass, cunt,' I whispered to her. She ignored me. 

"You're gonna take it up the ass until you scream for mercy,' I threatened. 
She still ignored me. 

" 'I'm gonna fuck that asshole of yours until you bleed to death,' I said. 
That got one small snicker. 

"By that time, I was so fucking mad I was almost incoherent. My whole jaw 
was shaking. I was gonna fuck her ass for a goddamned hour. 

"I wet my prick down with spit. I opened her ass cheeks. I aimed my cock. I 
was so excited and angry I could barely see straight. I shoved. Hard. 
K-e-e-r-i-s-t! A wave of pain ran through my whole fucking guts. It hurt 
more than anything I'd ever felt. I knew for sure that I had cracked my cock 
in half. 

"I doubled up in pain. I sort of grabbed hold of my cock and tried to 
squeeze the pain out of it. But it didn't work. I thought I was going to 
pass out. 

"But mercifully, the pain started .to go away. Little by little. It was then 
I heard the audience. They were in stitches. I was the best actor they'd 
ever seen. But I wasn't acting. 

"When I was feeling a little better, I took a look at old Miss Iron Asshole 
on the bed. She was on her back again, leaning up on her elbows again, 
sneering at me again. 

"My cock had wilted and I was feeling weak as hell. And that's when the 
fucking Amazon decided to attack. She stood up and came at me. I know I 
cringed because the audience picked up with their gales of mirth again. Oh, 
man, that had to be the shittiest night of my life. 

"She took hold of my arm and again sent me sailing towards the bed. I landed 
in a heap on my back. I scooted up all the way on the bed, determined to 
defend myself against this lunatic. But she was too fast for me. Before I 
knew what was happening I had her big fat ass squatting right on my chest. 
She felt like a Mac truck. She had even my arms pinned under her ass before 
I knew it. 

"Then she stops moving around and holds up her arms at the audience. She 
wanted to say something to them. They quieted down to listen. 

"Gentlemen,' she said in this real loud and deep voice, 'I'm going to show 
you what happens to little punks who try to fuck a lady's asshole.' 

"She moved up on my body and sort of pinned my arms down more. And of course 
at the same time she was sticking her pussy right into my mouth. I couldn't 
do anything but put my tongue up into her cunt and eat her out. Well, that's 
a lie. I didn't have to eat her out; I wanted to. 

"You'd expect somebody who'd done and been through what Toni done and been 
through to have a cunt like a coal tunnel. You know, big and sort of used. 
But that wasn't true at all. She was a lot bigger than Sandy had been, but 
her cunt was a hell of a lot nicer. It was wild as a matter of fact. Warm 
and tight, and as soon as I stuck my tongue up there and moved, it around a 
little, she started to leak sex juices. They were strong, but they tasted 
great. 

"Anyway, that's what I was doing-eating out her cunt-and she meanwhile was 
reaching down for that goddamned big purse she'd brought on stage. The one 
we had an argument about. 

"She opened the purse and pulled out this big fucking dildo. I guess she 
used it when she was with her girl friends, but now she was going to use it 
on me. 

"I caught a look at that thing. Christ, it was big and mean looking. Toni 
was holding it up for the audience to see and they were howling with belly 
laughs. I'd never heard an audience enjoying themselves so much. 

"Toni grabbed my legs and pulled them up in the air. She was the damned 
strongest broad I'd ever run into in my life. I tried to kick free, but 
there was no way for a skinny little guy like me to do that. 

"Jesus, was I embarrassed. There I was, with my legs up in the air, my ass 
exposed for the whole fucking world to see. I took another look at that 
dildo when she was putting it into position. It was shiny with grease. 
Goddamn! She meant it! She was going to fuck me with that thing! 

"She held me folded at the waist with one hand and pressed that fake cock up 
against my ass with the other. I tried to yell out, to beg her not to do it, 
but I couldn't say much with my mouth full of pussy. So I right off decided 
that since I couldn't do anything to stop her, I might as well enjoy it as 
much as possible. At least I wouldn't fight it; then it would really kill 
me. 

"I felt the knob of that goddamned rubber thing slide up my ass. I WAS BEING 
FUCKED!!! 

"She pushed again and some more of the thing slid up my ass. To put the 
thought of what was happening out of my mind, I started to work even harder 
on Toni's pussy. I licked and slurped, chewed gently on her clit, washed out 
her whole insides. My whole face was plastered with her cunt juices. 

"I can remember feeling that thing being pushed in and then pulled out of my 
ass. I thought it would hurt like hell. But it didn't. I felt like I was 
getting my whole insides massaged. Like the time I had a little prostate 
problem and the doc stuck his finger up there and massaged whatever he was 
after. But this felt better. 

"But it was embarrassing. Especially when I felt my cock getting harder and 
harder. And then, goddamn it, I felt a come rising in my balls. There was 
nothing I could do to stop it. She kept feeding that thing to me until my 
cock wanted to explode. Then it did. All over me and her. Man, I shot like 
I'd never shot before. I moaned and stuck my face up into her cunt and just 
let loose. It was a different feeling, but it sure felt good. 

"At least Toni had the humanity to pull the damned thing out as soon as I 
was finished coming. Then was the time I was really embarrassed. As soon as 
she let me up, I ran off the stage. I couldn't look the audience in the 
face. No way. But Toni just stood out there, taking bows, holding that 
fucking dildo up in the air. She was a real sweet kid. 

"The greaser manager was back in my dressing room in ten minutes. He was 
wild. 'That was the funniest thing I've ever seen,' he said. 'Yeah, sure,' I 
mumbled. I was dressing as fast as I could. I wanted to get out of there. 

"I'll have a new broad in a couple of days,' I said. 'Until then you'll have 
to fill in the show with somebody else.' 

"Like hell,' greaser said. That act is the greatest. That's the one you're 
gonna do.' 

"I shook my head. No way, asshole. I'd never get on stage with Toni again. 

"Okay,' greaser said, 'get your gear and clear out. The bit's over. I won't 
have any trouble finding somebody to work with her.' Then he left. Three 
years I'd been working for that asshole and that's the way he treats me. Is 
there no justice? 

"I'm working for the telephone company again. I hate it a lot. You know, I 
was just thinking this morning of giving Toni a ring. Maybe she's in the 
market for a new partner." 

CONCLUSION 

Billions of human beings, our fellow passengers on this spaceship Earth, 
travel through this Universe, confined to our globe. They have arisen, along 
with all other living beings, from the primeval oceans and evolved over the 
incredible span of millions upon millions of years to what they are now. 

The force behind all this evolving from a one-celled organism to a 
full-grown human being is one of the great mysteries of Nature. Part of this 
force we call the will to live, the libido, the sexual urge. But, giving it 
a name, does not explain it. We do know that we cannot stop it other than by 
our death. We try to channel it into socially acceptable norms. But when the 
norms set by society become too restrictive, the sexual drive surges 
powerfully against this dam ... and the dam bursts. 

It is safe to assume that during the time it takes to read this conclusion 
every single sexual variation the human mind can conceive of is performed a 
hundred times over somewhere on this earth. 

It has become customary in our society to classify, label and catalogue 
almost everything we are doing. Our sexual activities have not escaped from 
this habit. In our effort to create clarity, we have thoroughly succeeded to 
make matters more incomprehensible. We have built a variety of 
classification systems, pigeonholing every single act, and then grouping 
them together under various headings. 

Every language in the world has words which lend themselves perfectly to 
becoming emotionally charged, either positively or negatively. We use the 
negative emotionally charged to demean those who are our enemies, those who 
do not share our opinions, those who do not "belong." Pervert, deviate, 
fiend and abnormal are but a few of the words we love to hurl at those who 
do not share our point of view. 

And it is exactly those words that were used by the early researchers who 
began to compile and catalogue the sexual habits of the human species. Our 
Judeo-Christian religion tolerated sex only because it was the only way to 
propagate the face. Had there been any other way, sex would have been 
completely outlawed. Therefore, it seemed logical to label anyone who was 
not at all times interested in penis-vagina contact a pervert. Surely, any 
act which was not intended to produce 1 offspring was perverted, a heinous 
crime in the eyes of the Lord, an unpardonable sin. 

About a hundred years ago, science began to make deep inroads in the fields 
hitherto dominated by religion and philosophy. It was unavoidable that some 
scientists felt the urge to research sexual behavior. Two great men of those 
days were Dr. Sigmund Freud, an Austrian Jewish psychiatrist, and Dr. 
Richard von Krafft-Ebing, a German baron. Not only did they classify and 
label, but they also-unwittingly and unwillingly for sure -brought with them 
their culturally inherited prejudices. 

What had hitherto been a mortal sin, a crime against God and Nature, 
suddenly became a perversion, a psychopathological case. The sinner had 
become a patient. 

Fairly soon, science began to split into various disciplines. Each 
discipline had its own set of names. Academic battles have been fought about 
the name-giving of the sexual acts. Was it paedophilia, pederasty, uranism, 
anilinctus, sodomy to name but a few, and was it lesbianism, third sex, 
bisexuality? The legislators of most of our states found the simplest 
solution. They lumped all these words together, called it "the most heinous 
crime against Nature," added anywhere from one year to life imprisonment for 
good measure and put it on the statutes. 

Another difficulty experienced by those early sex researchers was the fact 
that writing about sex in plain, clear to understand language was, in most 
instances, forbidden by law. Margaret Sanger, who tried to introduce birth 
control into this country, was forced to use words like coitus 
interruptus-instead of simply saying pull out before coming which would have 
been fully understood by everyone, especially the uneducated poor she was 
trying to help. 

Thus, the medical and legal professions resorted to the use of Latin. 
Allegedly this was done to make international cooperation between the 
scientific community easier. In reality it was to screen the "common man" 
from forbidden knowledge. The scientists had become the high priests of our 
modern world. And every known way of achieving sexual pleasure and orgasm 
received a Latin label, a ranking order, a nod of approval or disapproval. 
In the process of cataloguing, we also acquired the "acceptable form" as 
well as all the taboos. 

From the American Handbook of Psychiatry, I quote the following: 

Broadly speaking, we designate as sexual deviations or perversions, any 
pattern of sexual behavior which differ from normal coitus and serve as 
major sources of gratification rather than a foreplay to coital activity. 
Union of the genitals is either absent or subordinate. There may be ... 
"anatomical transgression" whereby other body parts assume the dominant 
role, or an excessive lingering on foreplay activities, or any combination 
of the two ... 

As long as genital gratification is dominant such a person would not be 
defined as a pervert. 

From this last quotation we can easily see that the ancient tribal religious 
feelings have wormed their way straight into the latter part of the 20th 
century via this scientific text book. It states in pompous manner that 
anyone who does not perform the sexual act, risking begetting children, is a 
pervert, emotionally sick. 

In both studies on human sexual behavior, Kinsey and his associates have 
pointed out that analism, oralism and other extra-vaginal sexual acts are 
part of our mammalian heritage and that it would be a rare, if not 
perverted, individual who had no such tendencies and who did not desire to 
perform such acts. In other words, having mouth contact with the genitals, 
or sexual intercourse in the anus-or any other body part which is not the 
vagina-is perfectly normal. 

Since the most basic need of any human being is the desire to touch and to 
be touched, closely followed by the basic drive to have intimate contact 
-sex-it becomes perfectly obvious that the uninhibited male or female can 
have almost any form of sexual intercourse and enjoy it. 

Again and again it should be pointed out that the reason many people are 
hesitant "not to do such a sort of thing," is a hangover from ancient times 
when it was imperative to beget as many children as possible. Our sex drive 
and our need to touch have been inhibited by several hundreds of generations 
telling us that genital contact was for procreation only. We have been 
taught-we were not born with-the idea that any form of sexual activity was 
unclean, evil, frowned upon by the Deity, punishable by law and, last but 
not least, an emotional illness. 

In the process we have reached the point where almost every government on 
this planet is now seriously concerned with the problem of overpopulation. 
In the next half-century, if we keep up sex for procreation's sake at the 
same rate, the human race is going to crowd every other living organism off 
this planet. We cannot stop having sex. We cannot halt our innate desire for 
physical intimacy. Having been divided by Nature into separate sexes, our 
impulses to have sex in one form or another is too strong to suppress. A 
person who has not had an orgasm for an extended period of time is either a 
liar, sick, old or dead. 

We live in a world where we are soon to be murdered by sheer numbers. A 
revision of our ideas about what is healthy and what is not healthy in sex, 
about what is sinful or a divine grace, is long overdue. To any logical 
person, not promoting extra-vaginal sex must seem like an act of negligence. 


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