'Back Door' Orgies
[aka 'Anal Orgies']
by H. Hadley Williams


TABLE OF CONTENTS 

 INTRODUCTION............ 7 

CHAPTER ONE
 Up Yours............... 27 

 CHAPTER TWO
 Bringing It All Back Home......... 75 

CHAPTER THREE
 Boys Will Be Girls...........119 

CHAPTER FOUR
 Love Is a Pain in the Ass.......... 155 

 CHAPTER FIVE
 Back Door Man................189 

CONCLUSION...............215 

GLOSSARY.................217 

 BIBLIOGRAPHY...............223 

 INTRODUCTION 

"I really am wild about taking it in the ass. And my boyfriend, Freddie, is 
crazy about putting his pork to my asshole, so everything between me and him 
works out just fine. It wasn't always that way-it was Freddie Boy who turned 
me on to this scene. Sorta gave me the soft sell - broke me in easy. Like 
the first time, he shoved a candy bar up my yingus and ate it out... shit 
and all. One of the sweetest things any- one had ever done to me. 

"I guess before I met Freddie I was sort of out of it as far. as sex is 
concerned. Not that I was a prude-a long way from it. But the guys I'd 
gotten it on with were pretty square Johns... just the old 'wham-bam, thank 
you, mam' sort of number. Like it was great-never had any trouble getting my 
rocks, but it was just that it could've been better. I didn't know any 
better at the time of course, or I'd been out getting it on with the better 
scene. Freddie showed me some things that made me about flip clear out-I 
just never knew that there was that much pleasure to be had before. 
Especially the up the ass bit-who'd ever have known how groovy a cock up the 
old yingus could feel? Not me. Not until Freddie Boy socked it to me in the 
back door. Wow-this was heaven for sure! 

"He pulled that candy bar bit the very first time I balled him. Man, I 
thought he was kind of perverted first off-didn't even want to ball 
face-to-face the first time that night. Took me leaning across the back of a 
sofa... dog-style. He's still partial to that style - especially when he 
gives it to me in the ass, which is the majority of the time I'd guess, even 
though we have a pretty big grab bag of tricks we get into for variety. I 
think he likes to pull back once in a while and scope in on my ass with his 
eyes in that position-got a big thing for asses or something. 

Sure, he likes the other, too. 

"Of course, I can't fully relate to the reasons he digs porking it to my ass 
... for the obvious reasons-he's a guy and I'm a chick. I can list the 
reasons only from my point of view... the way it feels to me and all. I 
could never know what something feels like to a cock... it would be groovy 
if I could, though. Like just for one day if we all could change sexes, just 
for two or three balls or so. Then we'd be hip to how it feels for the other 
sex when we switched back to our regular sex, and we'd probably all be 
better lovers for the experience, more considerate of the other's needs, and 
all that. 

"Anyway, it must feel pretty good to Freddie, or he wouldn't keep doing it. 
You should see the way he jumps around when he starts cramming his meat up 
my a-hole. Of course, I'm squirming around so much myself that it'd be 
pretty tough to tell just which one of us is getting the biggest kick out of 
it. 

"It usually burns at first-even with the lubricants. The flesh of the anus 
must be a lot more sensitive to the touch than the box is... just try 
feeling it yourself... like stick your finger up your snatch (if you're a 
girl, of course -sorry, guys!) and then shove it up your ass. You can easily 
feel the difference. The pussy is lined with really soft mucous membrane 
that is well lubricated; the ass is tighter, and much drier to the touch. 

"It's really hard for me to distinguish the difference between the two-in 
words, that is. I can really feel the difference, and I can tell you that 
I'd rather take it in the ass any day. I've talked to male homosexuals and 
they know how good it can be... although I suppose their reactions are 
quite different than mine, due to the prostate stimulation they get from it. 
But from what they tell me, the feeling is similar -starts out with sort of 
a dull ache that rapidly spreads throughout your guts. And before you know 
what's happening, you're coming and coming and coming until you can't quit. 

"Me and Fred, we've got a lot of ways we can vary this number-like him 
shoving some kind of dildo, maybe a regular vibrator, or a candle or 
something, up my ass while he shoves his cock to my front hole. Or he might 
eat my ass out with his tongue-you know, rimming? He's really good at it, 
but it is more like a way of preparing me for the real goodie, his big cock. 
I'm afraid his tongue is only long enough to tease, not to please. 

"Sometimes, he likes the favor returned to him-at least with the tongue bit, 
or even my pinkie up his ass. However, we gave the full treatment to his 
ass-me taking him on with a dildo, but he found it too painful... some 
people just don't get into it. Funny with Fred, what with the way he digs 
doing the pushing. But some people are meant only to do the pushing -the 
scene with him submitting just goes against his grain. But he does get a 
charge out of me tonguing out his a-hole, or prodding him gently with my 
finger while we're engaged in other activities. Sort of like spicing on the 
cake to him-a little side attraction. 

"Me, I dig the sideshows, but I don't want the number with my ass to be one 
of them. That's the main attraction as far as I'm concerned, and I don't 
care what other little 'extras' Freddie decides to try out on me, as long as 
he doesn't forget to run the feature. I just must've gotten hung up in old 
Dr. Freud's anal stage or something, 'cause to me my asshole is the center 
of the universe." 

 The enjoyment of anality is easy to explain from a physiological viewpoint. 
The sensory nerve fibers of the rectal area are attached to the spinal cord 
at the same point as the nerves of the genital regions-the anal canal goes 
through violent spasms during sexual climax. 

Aesthetically, the buttocks of both the male and female are attractive, 
swelling out prominently from the rest of the body in a design to arouse the 
libido of the beholder. 

However, sex laws immemorial have placed the act under the heading of 
sodomy, and called it one of the primal taboos. Anal eroticism has been 
associated with child molesters, homosexuals, and other assorted perverts 
throughout history, and it has only been the sexual enlightenment of the 
past decades that has brought the widespread usage of the activity as 
practiced by heterosexuals into view, although the practice has long been 
used as a means of preventing pregnancy, or as an alternate form of arousal 
during the woman's menstrual cycle. 

An overwhelming majority of heterosexuals who engage in anal intercourse 
involve cases where the male is aggressive, the female, passive. However, a 
small but growing minority of the cases involve a passive male being 
artificially stimulated from the rear by his feminine partner, usually 
within the confines of a sadomasochistic relationship involving a female 
dominator. 

While the incidence of anal activity practiced for purposes of contraception 
have undergone a sharp decline with the advent of the various forms of 
artificial prophylactics, the new wave of morality has made a wealth of 
sexual education openly available to the public, and many couples have now 
turned to anality for purposes of sexual variety. A large number of people 
find that they can achieve great pleasure from such activity, and adapt it 
as a regular offering on their erotic menus. 

Not since the days of the Roman Empire, when such noted statesmen as Julius 
Caesar Cato, and Cicero, were known to enjoy sexual encounters utilizing the 
alternate passageway, has Western Man known the freedom in expressing his 
sexuality as today's man. In throwing off the chains of Victorian-inspired 
suppression he had discovered the many erogenous possibilities of his body, 
and has begun to respond to them in a more natural way. It is little wonder 
that he has found the anus, a primary erogenous zone, to be one of the most 
vital areas of his sexuality. 

The male homosexual has long known the art of anal lovemaking. Restricted in 
his outlets by nature, he had found his mouth and his anus to be invaluable 
receptacles for the labors of his love. The lesbian may also have more 
incidence of anality among her ranks than the heterosexual, but by dint of a 
fuller range of sexual cavities (and with a little help from an artificial 
prosthesis) she is far less likely to indulge in anal practices than her 
male counterpart. Even then, the contact is more likely to be anal-oral 
(analingus) in nature than anal-artificial penis. 

To get a closer look at anal eroticism, we have chosen to present several 
detailed case histories, illustrating such activity among both heterosexuals 
and homosexuals that are felt to be fairly typical of such individuals. All 
cases are documented from the files of prominent physicians, psychologists, 
and clinical data processing centers from around the country. It is felt 
that a few detailed examples will give the casual reader a much greater 
insight into the psychological and physiological dynamics of the phenomenon 
than dozens of shallow profiles. 

Lois, whose narration opened this introduction, is just one such individual 
who has recently learned of the pleasures of anal sex. As she stated, she 
was introduced to the activity by her boyfriend, Fred, over three years ago, 
and has been enjoying it immensely ever since. The attractive young 
secretary continues her dialogue, shedding further light upon this 
fascinating subject. 

"That first time... up the ass, I mean-I'd lost my cherry clear back when I 
was fourteen -but I mean the first time that Freddie gave it to me up the 
ass was the best. I think.the first time in any field is the best... 
thumb-sucking, candy-eating, mother-fucking... whatever. Except maybe we 
don't realize it right at the time, and we spend the rest of our lives 
trying to recapture that moment... know what I mean? 

"Of course, when it came to getting it stuck between my cheeks I knew a good 
thing right off. I was old enough to know the score by then, and I sniffed 
something good out of the whole scene. 

"Freddie started me out easy that day. A regular Gl-style screw to start 
everything off. Now with Freddie Boy, that's not a bad way to start. He's a 
real tiger in the sack. I suppose I'd only known him about a week or so back 
then, but he hadn't thrown the anality bit on me just then, not for the 
first couple of times or so. I guess he was afraid he might scare me off if 
he came on too strong first off. 

"But I guess I showed my own hand by that time by being so eager to screw 
... I mean, if he couldn't see that I'd be willing to go to almost any limit 
with him by then, he never would. Not that I'd be that way with just any old 
guy, you understand-I really was in love with Freddie. Nobody'd ever knocked 
me off my feet the way he did. He'd just gotten out of the service, and his 
sister, Madge, who works in my office, fixed me up with him. I owe her a lot 
for that little favor. 

"So, anyhow, by that night most of the pretentions between us had 
disappeared, and we weren't playing any games... just getting right down to 
the real nitty gritty, you understand. We hadn't been inside his apartment 
for more than ten minutes before we'd found our way to his big king-sized 
bed and had doffed our clothes. Man, we were both so hot and horny that we 
must've made it in two or three minutes. 

"Fred was all over me, like a duck on a June bug, pawing gently at my body 
with those rough hands of his, rapidly warming my body against the slight 
chill of the room. I responded eagerly, reaching up and looping my arms 
around his neck to pull his face down close to mine, his scratchy beard 
burning nicely against my cheeks as our tongues mashed together. 

"It was to be a quickie-neither of us could wait very long. Hardly before 
we'd gotten started, I felt him reach down to push his cock against the 
flesh of my pussy. I felt him strain heavily against the tight opening, then 
slide easily into the lubricated inner folds, once my muscles gave way to 
his will. In no time at all I'd lost all of my reason, giving in to the 
demands of my flesh, my butt muscles tightening up, then collapsing, then 
balling up again, as they pumped my pussy up around his thrusting cock 
almost as if it were trying to strangle that fat tool of his. 

"I just wrapped my arms around him as tight as I could, and held on for dear 
life. Just as I could feel my orgasm coming, I craned my neck and began 
blowing gently in Freddie's ear the way he likes it, trying to urge him on 
to his climax since I was giving in so fast. But he didn't need any urging 
on my part. He was exploding into my pussy already, his hot spurts 
triggering my own come as I rocked up hard against him. 

"Quickies like that can be a real gas once in a while. Like sometimes you 
just can't wait for all the preliminaries, even though you probably come 
harder after teasing around for a little bit. By now, Freddie and I know 
each other's moods, so we can tell if a quickie would be better. Like if 
we're both really horny and don't have much time, that's all we can do, but 
lots of times we'll rip off a quick one to settle our nerves before we 
launch into one of our marathon sessions. Sort of sets the mood, if you can 
dig it. 

"After we came, we just laid there and talked, running our hands casually 
over each other's bodies for a short time, me twirling some of Freddie's 
sticky jizz around my finger. Come is so much fun to play with, lots better 
than silly putty. 

"It was about then that Freddie pulled the surprise on me. Well... no-it 
wasn't right off. First he sort of prepared me psychologically, running his 
face down my belly like he did before he'd eaten my snatch out the last time 
we were together. Only instead of stopping at my snatch, he just brushed 
past the folds, after giving them a quick once over that started me churning 
again. He had me spread my legs far apart, and I arched up on my back to 
help ease his operation. 

"His tongue licked its way past the bottom of my groove and on back to my 
asshole, where his lips puckered around the tiny hole. Then he began sucking 
and licking at it. It really felt weird at first. I don't think I'd ever 
heard of such a thing as somebody reaming out an asshole with is mouth, much 
less feel it. And the way Freddie's tongue went to work down there, I could 
tell he'd had experience at it from before. It gave me kind of a wild 
psychological thrill, in addition to the tactile sensations. I mean, a guy 
really had to go for you to stick his tongue up your asshole. At least 
that's the way I felt about it. 

"It was no time at all before I started to respond to this strange new kick, 
my ass going into involuntary spasms, sort of sputtering in response to the 
tongue that had fought its way past the ring and was forcing moisture into 
the dry, hot passageway. 

"He worked me that way for several minutes, pulling roughly at my pubes with 
his hands to add to the excitement racing through my loins. But before I 
could get too far gone, Fred withdrew his tongue from my anus, leaving it 
with an empty, unfulfilled feeling. I know it may seem strange talking about 
an asshole having feelings like that, but you should try it and see. The 
whole thing seemed sort of screwy to me too, except I was so busy feeling 
groovy I didn't have much time for contemplating the subject. 

"It was about that time that I sort of craned my neck around to see what was 
coming off... like c'mon Freddie Boy, let's get with it. I was feeling too 
horny for him not to be doing something about it right then and there. And 
it was wow!-a real freakout-what he was into. From out of nowhere (actually 
from his bedside table) he'd pulled a big old candy bar, which he was 
unwrapping. A Tootsie Roll-not one of those little numbers they have now, 
but one of those big round honkers you hardly ever see these days. I met 
Freddie's eyes as he greedily unwrapped that big round yummy, and I could 
see he was as anxious as I was. Only I wasn't exactly sure it was the same 
thing he was excited about. Could my lover boy be some kind of freak or 
something? I mean, did working up a girl's rectum make him hungry for a 
candy bar? It all seemed pretty weird to me. 

"When he finished unwrappng that Tootsie Roll, he tossed the wrapper aside 
and reached over to the table and dipped the candy into a bottle of olive 
oil-seemed like sort of a strange combination, almost as bad as a peanut 
butter and ketchup sandwich. He told me later that at least olive oil was 
edible-he'd tried KY Jelly and vaseline and found it to be undesirable. 

"I felt a little better about the whole scene when I saw that Freddie was 
positioning the candy bar behind my ass and beginning to shove it in, a big 
shit-eating grin on his face; I felt a lot better when I felt it stuffing 
new goodness up my yingus. 

"Oh, tootsie-wootsie-did that candymeat feel good! I'd never heard of such a 
kookie thing -much less felt it. But I soon knew that, however strange, it 
was something I'd be doing the rest of my life. 

"Freddie was moving the candy bar in and out of my ass in a fucking motion, 
the oil mingling with the spit from his rim-job, causing each stroke to be 
more smooth, better lubricated. I hunched back against his pumping hand, 
sighing with the delightful, searing sensation of his sucral ministrations. 

"I don't know how long he kept this up-but however long it was, it was 
enough to have me right back to the brink of letting the gates fly open. But 
I tightened my jaws and tried my best to hold on, knowing the longer I held 
out, the bigger my come would be. 

"It almost felt like I had to take a shit-my guts were really churning to 
let out a flood from both holes. You know how sometimes, when you really 
have to take a shit, and when you finally do, how great it feels... almost 
like a big orgasm? Well, that's sort of the way I was getting to feel. And 
when you do finally come, it's like getting rid of two loads instead of one. 
Sometimes, when I'm really worked up, I actually shit... just a little sort 
of runny goop, if you can dig what I mean. It may sound terrible, but once 
you've had it happen to you, you can hardly wait 'til the next time. 

"Ever so slowly, he began to slow down the pace, until he had me right on 
the edge... then he stopped, leaving that Tootsie Roll stuffed up my rear, 
about the last half inch or so exposed between my shivering cheeks. Then he 
moved his face down to my fat butt, twin steams of hot air parting my pube 
jungles with every breath, and took the tip of the candy between his teeth. 

"Moving his hairy hand between my thighs and probing around my gash until it 
captured my clit, he began to massage my front parts while he slo-owly 
withdrew the candy-stopper from my asshole. He did it with agonizing 
precision, tugging it out just a fraction of an inch at a time, then waiting 
for the tremendous adjustments that took place inside me, more gases 
building like a vacuum inside me with each pull, threatening to explode 
before he would finally, after what seemed like ages, pull the candy out 
just a fraction more, causing even more violent reactions to take place in 
my colon. 

"All that time, he was really rubbing the fuck out of my clit, pinching it 
sharply between his fingers every so often, for added emphasis. My pussy 
juices were slooshing around, as near, to overflowing the dam as the gases 
were to exploding inside my rectum. It must've been tough for Fred to 
concentrate on his strange lunch, what with the way I was bumping around all 
over the bed, at once desiring to free myself from this maddening pleasure 
that was almost becoming too much for even my strong senses; at the other, 
trying to grind down on the candy bar and grasp it up my ass, attempting to 
suck his hand into the depths of my gash. 

"Finally, the last of the candy bar popped out of my ass, a loud rectal 
belch reverberating off of Freddie's nose. Normally, I would have been 
mortified at such an action, but under the circumstances the sound of my own 
fart added to the enjoyment of the occasion. Freddie too enjoyed the 
situation, for I could hear him sucking in great lungfuls of the polluted 
jets of air, pressing his face close to my hot cheeks, his lips still 
smacking away the last remains of the specially prepared dessert. Although I 
didn't know it at the time, Freddie Boy told me later that a few watery 
fluids had come dribbling from my hole about then. That explained why he 
then buried his tongue up my ass and reamed it out quickly, his hand 
capturing my clit between thumb and forefinger and pinching sharply as he 
did this operation. 

"That really did it. I came hard, and this little tootsie practically rolled 
off the bed. I got all dizzy and lightheaded--that's the first time I really 
could see sparks going off when I came. This was really it as far as I was 
concerned. 

"After I came back to my senses, Freddie grew tired of the toilet-slave 
routine and decided to take care of his own business. Now don't get me 
wrong-I don't think him in any way to be one of those prissy, sissified 
slaves... like he did this just as a special thing-trying to get me 
interested in the ass action. A treat. We do lots of offbeat things from 
time to time for a little extra gas... to add to our regular patterns of 
lovemaking, if you can dig it. But we don't get hung up in the scenes... we 
dig variety. 

"Just to prove what I just said, you should've seen the way my Freddie took 
charge then. Man, he had me on my knees and elbows, all hunkered over on 
that bed, making another assault on my battered a-hole, gripping me firmly 
by the waist. Another new number to me. At first the size of his honker 
hurt, breaking through the semi-anesthesia of my aftercome. But once my 
tender tissues had parted to adjust to the broad spade of his head and the 
lubrication that escaped from its tip had begun to work into the walls, I 
found myself responding to the growing glow of pleasure-pain that its action 
brought to my churning insides. 

"I was bucking back as hard as I could, practically delirious with the joy 
of having experienced so many initial forms of sexplay in one night. When it 
comes to the old asshole, there's nothing about my Freddie Boy that's got 
anything to do with a semicolon-that's the polite way to say 'half-assed.' 
He goes for it whole-hog. And was he ever hogging it to my hole about then. 

"It's difficult to explain the difference in the anal orgasm to those who 
haven't experienced it... I'm not even sure if that's where the action 
occurs. Like it just triggers the response, same way clit stimulation 
triggers a come. But there's this sort of dull ache that just builds and 
builds until you're in a much more frantic state of mind from the balling 
... much abler to leap tall buildings with a single bound, and all that 
crap. Just much better. Of course, I realize that there's a lot of mental 
things that go along with it, and you have to be a person who is open enough 
to accept the nature of the consequences. Somehow the whole sex act seems 
even more polarized-the male more dominant than in the usual manner; the 
female more passive. 

"Whatever-all I can say is that I came even harder than before, that time, 
and that it's been the best way for me ever since, even though I've tried 
lots of other new scenes since then. All I can say is-I'm lucky as hell to 
have a guy like Freddie who understands a woman's true needs, and what's 
more... can do something about them. He does it so good that we're getting 
married next month... and I just hope that he continues to be a pain in the 
ass to me happily ever after, as the saying goes. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Up Yours 

"The first time I had my cock up somebody's ass, it was a guy... my cousin, 
Bob. Not that I'm crazy about the homo route-it's just that it was the first 
time I had my cock up anything... a pussy, asshole or what-have-you. About 
the only experience I'd had back then was with Old Lady Thumb and the Four 
Fingers. 

"But what the fuck can you expect? I was only thirteen at the time, for 
chrissakes. 

"The time with my cousin-that was the summer down at his farm. You know, the 
parents went on vacation somewhere else and dumped me and my little brother 
off with Uncle Homer and Aunt Pat. Bob was a couple of years older'n me and 
did he ever have a bunch of neat stuff to show me. And I'm not talking about 
the junk he carried around in his pockets either-it was the stuff he carried 
around in between his pockets. 

"That was the only time I ever got into a gay riff-and when you're a young 
kid, learning about the birds and the bees, you don't make those kinds of 
distinctions. Oh, I've gotten into scenes when we're swinging where I might 
get into some kind of group action where another guy might make brief 
contact with me, but I don't really seek out those situations. I don't have 
anything against it-it's just that I'm queer for girls. 

"The thing that really sold me on anality wasn't the scene with Bob though. 
In fact, it sort of turned me off... not the time when I socked it to him, 
but when he tried to stuff that huge pecker of his up my butt, the pain was 
so bad that he had to clamp his hand over my mouth to keep me from screaming 
out and bringing Aunt Pat upstairs. 

"But it was to be a couple of years before I'd know the delights of ramming 
the old hog up between a gal's butt-cheeks. That was quite a different 
situation. Not from a tactile point of view. About the only difference 
between pumping it to Josie and pumping it to Bob was that I could sometimes 
feel the nut-shaped prostate up Bob's ass on my deeper penetrations. Those 
seemed to be the ones that really made him jump and holler. But it wasn't 
just the tactile thing I was after. If that was the case, I could go stick 
my meat in a mudpie and get the desired effects. 

"See, I really was crazy about girls back then-still am, maybe even more so. 
Keeps getting better and better. Josie was the first girl that let me sock 
it to her number two hole. Oh, I'd tried with Gloria, but she'd made me 
quit, complaining that it hurt too much. A lot of chicks are like that. Anal 
sex is one thing you either love or hate-no in-betweens in this league. 

"I guess my first experiences with Bob had given me some kind of focus on 
the old bumhole... I'm not sure, don't get into human motivations and crap 
like that. No need to, the way I enjoy life. That's just for those miserable 
creeps who can't get it on. 

"Anyway, I found that Josie was sort of hinting around for me to give it to 
her up the brown-hole... and she didn't need to ask me twice, I can tell 
you that for sure. Whew--this was really seventh heaven. As T hunched over 
her and guided my young tool into her tightly puckered pink and purple ring, 
I practically came all over her ass. There was just something so different 
in giving it to a girl in the ass than it had been with another guy. I mean, 
there's all those extras I've been talking about. A girl has a nice curve at 
the waist-like an hourglass. And they're hairless and smooth. Their cries 
are passive and feminine as you push the meat to them... just things like 
that that make it a totally different experience for me. I'm sure a faggot 
has his reasons, too-I'm not begrudging him for it. I just happen to be into 
girls, that's all. 

"Now you may wonder why I dig pushing it to a girl's rectum instead of her 
pussy. First off, I really like fucking. A pussy's the next best thing to an 
asshole, and I usually manage to work a little pussy-balling into my act 
before the evening's up. Except, of course, when I'm with Kathleen-she's my 
girl. It's pretty rare when we get into regular balling since she's just as 
crazy about getting it up the ass as I am in giving it to her. 

"I guess the main reason I like an asshole over a pussy is the texture. I 
used to beat off a lot as a kid, and I've got dry rough hands - calloused 
from all the work I used to do, yard work and crap like that to get extra 
spending money. 

Well, to get to the point, an asshole is much more like a hand than a pussy 
is. It's dry and has a tacky surface, gives me a lot more friction than a 
pussy. In fact, if a girl's too wet, they're liable to wash me right out of 
there. It's happened more than once. I know that may sound weird to lots of 
guys-especially the ones who dig a nice gooshy cunt to stick their cocks in, 
but that's how it is with me. Be a lot less trouble if more people found out 
what really turned them on and did it, rather than wondering why the regular 
way doesn't get it for them. I'll bet there's guys out there right now who 
can't get it up for their wives, who are either too scared or too ignorant 
to try something else. Get saddled with an impotent label, when really they 
just haven't found the thing that turns them on. 

"Whatever gets you there, as the saying goes. 

"Josie really made me a believer that night in the stockroom of Mr. Gavin's 
market. I worked there as a sort of box boy and general flunky. I had a set 
of keys so that I could lock everything up after I'd swept up at night. It 
was really a great place to bring any of the little high-school dollies who 
wanted to swing. Lots better than the backseat of my car anyway. 

"So there we were, me and Josie, her bending over a couple of sacks of 
potatoes while I pushed the pork to her twitching asshole. I'd already 
shoved it to her pussy, but I could tell that she was going for the 
cornholing a lot more, pushing her butt clear back to my balls like she 
wanted more cock than I could hope to give her, squealing like a pig with 
each stroke. 

" 'Oh, Ralph! Give it to me goooood! Oh, fuck me, baby, fuck meeeeeeeeee!' 
"And I was only happy to oblige. Wow-an ass was a lot better than I'd 
remembered it being, that time with my cousin. Girls were so much more of a 
gas. It seemed to me at this time that there was nothing better in the whole 
world than putting it to a girl's asshole. I mean, what with the tighter fit 
than a pussy, the grainier surface that fit like a glove, grabbed at my cock 
and wrung it dry.... Just the whole fucking scene, man. Just great. I 
recommend it highly. And the way it is, psychologically speaking. What I 
mean is the way it makes a woman seem even more subservient than usual. In a 
cunt, it can still be the conception thing, if you see what I'm getting at. 
But up the ass, there can be no doubt-you're using the chick for your sexual 
gratification only. Oh, I don't mean to sound like a sadist or anything like 
that. Like I'd never make a girl do anything that went against her own 
will-the chick has to enjoy it too.' But I do sometimes imagine that I'm 
forcing the girl against her will... in my own head. It gives it that little 
something extra... makes me feel like a real caveman, a master of my 
environment. 

"Yes, from the moment I blew my load up Josie's sucking, gasping asshole, I 
knew that this was the only way to come... or at least the preferred method 
of the things I'd tried out so far. And now that I've gotten a lot of sexual 
mileage on the old porker, I still have yet to find anything that can make 
me come any harder. When I say I'm an ass man, I don't just mean I'm one of 
those twerps who stand around gawking at a pretty girl's butt as it twitches 
by. No sir, not this guy. I'm a take-charge man, and I like to give a nice 
reward to the fine asses I The term sodomy has long been synonymous with 
anal sexual contacts-mistakenly so. Little distinction had been made between 
such acts as homosexual genital-anal activity, lesbian oral-genital 
contacts, or human-animal sexuality, for instance, even though we have 
covered a fairly wide spectrum of deviant sexuality with these subjects. 
However, inhibited by puritanical sexual mores, the ancients who made up 
tribal laws spared the details and instead lumped almost any act that was 
considered to be abnormal under the heading of "sodomy." 

We have come a long way from the days when little distinction was made 
between different types of sexuality, and we now realize that many 
heterosexual couples, as well as the vast majority of male homosexuals, rely 
upon anality to some extent as a means of sexual stimulation. 

Freud claimed that many homosexuals, as well as those with sadomasochistic 
yearnings, had stopped growing emotionally at what he termed the "anal 
stage" of sexual development. While he was correct in many of his 
assumptions, we have now come to find that many well-adjusted adults 
experience pleasure in a great number of sexual variations previously 
described as aberrant behavior. Today we can only judge each case 
individually, but it is a fairly safe assumption to say that only those 
persons who find little satisfaction with their sexual lives, or those who 
become dependent on a self-destructive pattern of sexual regression should 
turn to professionals for help in achieving a more satisfactory life 
pattern. 

Wilhelm Stekel was an early researcher who realized the strong link of 
sexual fantasy and their fetishistic role in expressing such desires 
actively. He found such acts as anal lovemaking to be symbiotic in the 
species, exemplifying the extremities of masculine and feminine. Even in 
homosexual play, it was one partner who would be the aggressor, another the 
receptor of this vital force of nature. He felt that by playing out such 
activities, within the confines of activity that was gratifying to both 
partners, one could seek the release from everyday tensions that built up 
within the individual, and act out normal hostilities so that they would not 
build to such a point as to become unmanageable, as was the case with many 
antisocial psychopaths who were frustrated in their attempts at achieving 
some means of satisfaction. 

He was also careful to point out that although the aggressor is receiving 
much pleasure from subjugating his partner, in being the top dog, so to 
speak, important empathetic actions took place within the aggressor as to 
make him feel the pleasures of the subjugated... a human tendency, 
seemingly inescapable as long as man remains a mortal being. In effect, the 
passive partner acts as a surrogate for the aggressor, receiving the 
aggressor's share of subjugation as well as his or her own. 

As Dr. Stekel points out in his brilliant study Sadism and Masochism: "The 
first and most important primitive reaction of man, when he hears of the 
misfortune of another, is malicious pleasure. It is a part of the most 
common demands of culture to hide this joy in another's hurt. The custom of 
condolence and the expression of 'deepest sympathy' have as their purpose 
the concealment of his primitive reaction through an active overcompensation 
.... Only in sexual expressions can this be dealt with honestly, as with the 
active partner who subjugates his partner completely, even though he is 
sympathizing in sort with the 'plight' of the submissive." Even those who 
narrow their sexual activity to a preferred form of deviant sex, are not so 
strongly disapproved of as they were a scant few years ago. Ralph, a 
twenty-seven-year-old bakery truck driver fits well into the mainstream of 
American culture. Other than his predilection for anal intercourse with his 
female partners, he might be called somewhat square. He certainly appears 
that way to the casual observer who might meet him in the line of his day's 
work. And really, he is no different than any other well-adjusted man or 
woman who might seek their sexual climaxes in somewhat more conventional 
forms. Listen as he tells of some of his recent adventures with anality and 
judge for yourself. 

"I sure am lucky I ran into a girl like Kathleen who digs the up-the-ass 
bit. When I say Van into her' I mean it literally. I was at a swinger's 
party, a real group grope, when I ran into her, and I can tell you that my 
cock made her acquaintance before the rest of my body. 

"It's really the nicest first meeting I've ever had. 

"That party, let's see, must've been a couple of years ago now. Well, 
anyway, it was over at Nancy and Will's. They're a couple of swingers from 
this group I got acquainted with through this girl I'd been dating at the 
time. In fact, I was still taking Margo out at the time, and she was my date 
for the party. Not that it was a date in the usual sense of the word. See, 
what we'd do is get somebody to go to the parties with us. Once you get 
there you might not see them the rest of the night, except in passing from 
one scene to another perhaps. Oh, there are some swingers, especially some 
of the married ones, who stick close to their partners. Then there are the 
ones like me who are as likely as not to leave the bash with somebody other 
than the person they arrived with. It's all up to the individual, and what 
sort of mood that particular individual is in. I sometimes stay hot and 
heavy with the one I brought to the party, especially if I'm hot and heavy 
after them and no other great prospects come along and change my mind for 
me. Just depends on how I'm feeling at the time. The important thing with 
our little get-togethers is that everyone bring a partner of the opposite 
gender-we don't go for the gay route so much. That way we have an even 
number when- ever things get interesting... plenty for everybody. 

"So Margo and I got there a little late that night. I'm not sure... oh, 
yes-I had to drop her roommate off at the airport before, I'm pretty sure 
that's what it was. Anyhow, by the time we got there, practically everyone 
else has stripped down to the buff and had gotten into the action. Will came 
over to greet us, and from the perspiration dripping down his rounded, hairy 
belly, I could see he'd just gotten done with a performance himself. 

"On his arm was a newcomer to the action, a perky little redhead named Peg. 
From the glistening look her eyes gave me, I could tell that she had been 
Will's co-performer. Will introduced us to the cute-as-a-button little 
stewardess, and from the warmth of her greeting I could tell that the two of 
us would just have to get together sooner or later, preferably sooner. 

"Giving Peg a playful slap on her sex-reddened behind and sending her off to 
the kitchen to get us a drink, Will pulled me aside and whispered in my ear. 

" 'If you think she's something, you oughta see the other goodies up for 
newies this time.' "By 'newies' he meant any member not yet initiated to our 
little circle. We always tested new swingers out to make sure they were 
liberated enough to swing with big-leaguers like ourselves. 

" 'Louie got this other chick to come-whew, you're not going to believe 
her!" He stopped and gestured with his hands, trying in vain to blueprint 
her fabulous design to me. I caught myself searching around the room in 
hopes of sighting this new face, but about all I could see were bobbing tits 
and asses-quite a group grope going on there on the living room floor. 

"'Well, pal, all I can tell you is- you meet this chick, Kathleen, you'll 
flip for sure! Louie did himself proud this time... hoo-boy, did he ever.' 
"It was to turn out to be the classic understatement, the best call since 
the Babe called his home-run shot in the series with the Cubs. 

"Louie, he's got this bar. Not a swingers' bar exactly, but a lot of us who 
do swing go down there to chew the fat every now and again. Like it's mostly 
straight cats that frequent the bar- can't do shit in a bar anyhow. But 
every so often, Louie will spot a real winner, and test them out to see if 
they're hip to the scene. Most of the new chicks we got into our group came 
through Louie, so you can imagine just how important he is to the rest of 
us. 

"But before I was to meet Kathleen, and subsequently fall for a girl like I 
never had before, I was in for some preliminaries, and some very interesting 
preliminaries at that. And it was to be in the form of Peg, the other 
newcomer of the evening. It was at Will's suggestion, and with his highest 
recommendations, that Peg and I put aside our drinks and made it for the 
nearest bedroom. Besides, Will wanted to get to Margo -she's always been one 
of his favorites. 

"I decided on trying for some privacy, or at least some relative privacy, so 
I could have this new goodie all to myself, at least for the time being. She 
was a real bouncy number, real friendly like, as if she was still on the 
job, doing all that good-time PR work for the airlines. It's always been a 
fantasy of mine to make it with a stewardess-every time I took a plane, I'd 
entertain myself by fantasizing a sex scene, mentally stripping off those 
enticing uniforms they all wear. I'll have to admit that I was going through 
the reverse process with Peg since she was naked as the day she was born. 
Not that I'm a clothes freak or anything remotely up that alley. It's just 
that those cute uniforms always tease me so much, that it was a pleasure at 
one moment to imagine how that uniform covered her cute little body, and the 
next be confronted with the reality of her nudity. Wow-I get hard just 
thinking about it even now. 

"Peg didn't mess around-telling me that she still needed a bit of rest from 
her recent toss in the sack with Will, she offered to give me head-an offer 
I can never turn down. In fact, getting head is second only to cornholing in 
my order of preference-even better than sticking it in a snatch. Somehow, 
having a girl give you head is similar to porking her poop-chute. In both 
instances, the girl's position of submission is undeniable. Lest I be judged 
as too harsh on womankind, and not wanting any of those cock-sucking women's 
lib cunts at my door, I'll have to say my position on the giving and getting 
of head differs from the asshole factor in that I sometimes-not very often, 
but sometimes- will give head to a chick. If she's really a gal that grooves 
on it, and she's done a good job on me, I'll do it. I don't go crazy over 
it, but I find it more agreeable than taking it in the ass. I'm one of those 
people who just can't take it in the ass. For one thing it's painful to me, 
and number two, it's just too humiliating. Humiliation is for girls and 
faggots. And that's a fucking fact. 

"Peg wasted no time in getting my clothes stripped off. I hardly had a 
chance to get a breath. As soon as I was as naked as her, she gently urged 
me down on my back, lying atop the bed, my hands resting my head, while she 
climbed over my thighs and lowered her pretty little freckle-face down over 
my rising cock. 

"Man, I've got one of the fastest-growing cocks in the world-especially when 
it goes for a couple of days without nookie. And it had been three or four 
days, if I remember right.... Whatever it was it was a hell of a long time 
for me. Peg's eyes practically popped out when she saw how quick my John 
Henry got up to attention. She'd barely brushed her hands on it once before 
it started growing. It grows in three or four big spurts, timed to the throb 
of my heart. Really something to see, I'm told. Of course, it's old hat to a 
big stud like me. 

"She just grins real big and runs her hands down and pats my balls real 
gentle like, marveling at my now rock-hard cock that throbbed under her 
nostrils. She tugged playfully at the old pubes as he leaned her face over 
my tool, spreading her lips and blowing out a hot gust of air that made the 
drum-tight skin of my prick-head chill in anticipation. And then she touched 
those plush lips of hers against the very tip. 

"Good Jesus-I practically bounced up off the bed. Like I said, I was horny, 
and that bitch had hit me at just the right moment. She toyed with my cock 
at first, running her right hand up from my nuts to the base of my cock to 
grasp it for support, while her head hovered about six inches above it, 
teasing and tantalizing. 

"She was a real pro, this chick, blending just the right amount of suck, 
lick and blow... and just a pinch of bite that really drove me bananas. 

Her tongue flicked out serpentlike between her polished white teeth to 
strike tentatively at the opening, depositing tiny flecks of saliva that 
lubed her way. 

"Sure was feeling fine, this BJ. Baby started pumping at the shaft of my 
cock with her hand while she sucked away topside with her fat lips. I looked 
around to see if there was anything I could do for her, but since her body 
was straddled over my thighs, I couldn't really reach her effectively. 
Besides, this was supposed to be a breather for her, a quick rest for her 
box before proceeding on with the best part of the show. For her anyway. I 
was pretty happy with the way things were going as it was now. Just laid 
back and rested my head in my hands, trying for all my might to keep from 
coming too early. 

"That sweet little stewardess was making it awfully difficult for me to 
maintain any self-control though. I could tell that she'd flown united 
before from the way she wore my cock in her mouth. 

"She was really after the milk now-hunkering down past the head with her 
lips, getting a real good stranglehold on the circumference of my meat, then 
sucking in a big gob, releasing the hold and blowing a lungful of hot air on 
the head. Each time her head bobbed down, it went a little farther-about 
twenty strokes and she was taking about three-fourths of my tool into her 
mouth. Her cheeks were all puffed out in her efforts, eyes bulging in 
ecstasy, sweat mingled with her powder and makeup dripping down onto my 
stomach. 

"My ass was bunching up in a ball, dry-fucking her face, thrusting my weight 
up off the bed for a second before falling heavily back. At first, my sudden 
motions threw her off, and my cock almost slipped completely from her lips. 
But just at the tip, her mouth puckered mightily and grasped it, sucking 
even more of my meat in on the next downward gulp. 

"It was hard, hard, hard to think of anything more to say about it.... I 
threw in the entire situation around me... too overwhelming. There was just 
too much sensation to pick out details. It all seems so... parenthetical (I 
learned that from a professor's wife on my bakery route. I think it means 
too much, like baby, you're absolutely parenthetical. Well, maybe that's not 
it.) But whatever it was it sure seemed to s-t-r-e-t-c-h out my come, which 
is to say that it took me a longer time to come... therefore I had occupied 
more space in time... and I sure do talk funny when I come. " "Yeah, that's 
what I mean. Like it all gets very swirly and crazylike for me when I come 
... which is great as far as I'm concerned, but I've got to try and be more 
descriptive for y'awl, if you get what I mean. I'm trying to fill up a big 
cunt with my little cock.... Well, in this particular instance, a big mouth. 
I'm not real big, but I'm cute. In fact, a girl is more willing to give head 
to a guy with an average to medium cock than she will with a guy who's got a 
big mother. Fuck-it scares the shit out of them cunts when they see a big 
whanger that they're supposed, to eat. And that's a fact, in fact. 

"Now how we got through all of that, and why, is really Confusing, but like 
I said, I lose all track of time and everything when I come. And I'd just 
come hard. So hard that the chick, this Miss Peggy Sue something, pulled 
back in fright (she told me later that she's just not that kind of girl, not 
the kind who will swallow a guy's come... and what a great big cop-out that 
becomes----I mean, alright-a chick don't want to give head, fine, but if 
you're gonna do it, go all the way----Got that, girls?) and my geyser 
spurted out in great spurts, some of them flinging themselves clear across 
the room and landing on Will's typewriter... but it was a Smith-Corona, not 
an Underwood. I'd come on. You might wonder about the typewriter in the 
bedroom. I do.... Maybe Will has his old lady type to him while he beats his 
meat. 

"So for the chick doing all this dirt to me, not taking my good old come in 
her mouth, I'm laying there considering not paying her back. But I just 
consider it about long enough for me to work up another good load. After 
all, she'd made me come, that's all that really mattered. Still, things like 
that can really piss me off. I went on debating -with myself. My cock 
deflated between my legs, covered with stiffening goo that ensnared the 
roots of my pubes. 

"Fuck the chick. She's really gone and pissed me off with that pulling-back 
shit. 

"About then, she runs her hands gently across my chest, causing goose 
pimples to pop out. 

"Well, I'm thinking, maybe I should give the little lady a break. Just 
scoping in on those gorgeous hunks of dairy meat dangling beneath her rib 
cage. 

"Then I suddenly am aware of some trickly come juice that's dribbling down 
my ankle. Fuck, the stupid cunt! If she'd have taken my load without 
whimpering, like a man, I wouldn't be in this fine mess she'd gotten me in 
this time. Or some such shit. 

"But then she's laying that nice sleek body of hers down on me, and the 
debate's off as I'm taking off again. 

"I mean, a guy's entitled to change his mind. 

"Still, you cunts should realize my little philosophy and not ever in your 
lives pull back on a squirting cock. 

"Unless, of course, your old man wants that you should do that That's a 
whole new ball-game you've got there, mister, or missis, what- ever. Then my 
little philosophy's knocked right out of the box. A new game, yessir. But 
that's another man you're talking to there. And if you're his, do like he 
tells you he wants that you should do to him. But don't go using your own 
cunt brains to try and reason it out, cause it just don't work, Gracie. A 
woman's brains, they're between her legs. Understand? Right! 

"O.K. now I want you to listen to what happened next, now that I'm getting 
my strength back, and better able to talk more normal again. We were talking 
about fucking and sucking, right. 

"Yeah, the chick is climbing right up on my chest and practically begging 
for me to give her the meat. Must've gotten all horny while she was 
polishing my knob. Things like that get some people all excited. No shit. 

"So I just wrap my arms tight around Peg and begin a sort of dry-humping 
underneath her. I then start to roll her over so that I can get the 
commanding position, but by the time she's on her side, she gets another 
idea. She pulls up her legs, sticking them almost straight up in the air, 
and invites me to take her that way... with me laying on my side, that is. 
I scootch over to her and spread one arm out by her head for support. She 
raises her head to allow me to slide it under her. I then move my hips over 
so that I'm in the right position and press my soft cock against the cheeks 
of her ass. She wriggles that hot flesh around, grinding it against my 
pecker until it goes through its change, springing to full life in about 
four or five throbs. 

"Once my cock is nice and hard, I push tentatively against her smoke hole, 
but she squirms around as if to tell me I've found the wrong hole. But I 
press the advantage again. This time she sees that I'm really aiming to 
shove it to her asshole instead of her pussy, and she begins shaking her 
head from side to side in the negative, telling me that it's a no-no. Well, 
fuck. Looks like she really is a cop-out. y "But like I say, I never force 
anybody to do anything that goes against their grain. After all, pussies can 
be fun too. 

"So I move the head of my cock up a bit and dip it into some of her pussy 
juices that are brewing in her groove... nice and lubricated, just the 
opposite of how I really dig it. I know with this honey that I'll have to be 
quick-she's a real wet one, and you know that I like them dry... hot and 
dry like an asshole. Well, you can't always have everything. 

"So, lying there on my side, I begin to push it into her mushy box. She's 
real glad that she doesn't have an argument concerning which hole on her 
hands anymore... or I guess I should say on her holes anymore. She's so glad 
that she pushes my hand that was guiding my cock away and takes hold of my 
porker herself, cramming it up her snatch with a squeaky 'Ooooo' in response 
to the feeling my meat now brings her. 

"I tried as best I could to adjust to this position, not having included it 
in my little repertoire in the recent months. But soon, I had found the 
groove and was slipping and sliding through her gooey folds, the chick 
squealing with joy as she tried to screw that sloppy cunt of hers down 
around my churning cock. 

"She really could work those little hips of hers-I'll say that much for her. 
And I guess I really can't fault her for having such a sloppy box, 
especially since so many guys like it like that. I don't know-makes me feel 
that I'm putting it to a hunk of beaten-up liver or something. But she was 
making it as interesting as possible... I'll even stand still for a 'one' 
on a one-to-ten scale. Sometimes, when I'm coming too fast or something, 
I'll actually try and rate the broad on my little sex scale when I'm putting 
it to them. That way, I'll take a little longer. One thing for sure-no girl 
that I've had to stop and rate at a time like that ever got a ten from me 
... or even a nine for that matter. I mean if I'm taking my mind off what's 
really happening, it's a sure bet that she ain't giving me what for... I 
mean my real money's worth. I mean, can she? It sure doesn't seem that way 
to me, that's for sure. 

"Generally a regular pussy-fuck never scores more than a six, or at best a 
seven with me. I'd say I was getting about a five... possibly a weak.ix 
out of Peg. Her sloppy cunt pulled her score way down there, but the efforts 
she was making to compensate pulled her mark back up a little. 

"Now a real good head job just might get as high as a nine. When Kathleen 
gives me one of her super-duper head jobs, she might wind up that high. But 
one like the one Peg had just pulled-a shitty number like that-fuck, one or 
two maybe. Oh, she was going for a seven or eight, but the number of pulling 
back when she struck oil, that just ain't cutting it. Knocked her right out 
of the box. 

"A girl's gotta pull a pretty lousy number not to score an eight or nine 
when it's her ass that's entertaining my fat meat. And she doesn't even have 
to try half-hard to score a perfect ten. Wowee-I get all horny just thinking 
about a nice, shit-packed asshole. Mmmmmmm! That's how much I love my ass. 

"So here I was fucking this five or six, running my hands over my number's 
rolling breasts as she strained behind my steady fucking. She had stretched 
her legs out-at least her right one which was furthest from me. Her left was 
as straight as possible under the circumstances, draped over my hips, the 
heel rocking on the bed to give her hips a little extra thrust. It was a 
fairly relaxed ball for me, a good position for the guy to rest in. For the 
girl, it's about the same, on her back and all. But they tell me it gives a 
different angle, makes them work their cunts more, in tight, circular 
patterns that lets them get touched by the cock in areas normally not 
touched. I wouldn't know, I have to take their words for it. But what the 
fuck would they know, dumb fucking cunts? 

"I contented myself with a nice easy ride, knowing from past experience that 
if I tried any violent movements in a slippery cunt, I was liable to lose my 
cockhold and get washed right out of there. So, fine - I'd have a nice 
little old come, nothing dramatic, but funner than a Salvation Army band at 
any rate. 

"I traced my hand down over her many creases of stomach, that rolled and 
rippled in time with her frantic hip movements. Then I ran it back up to 
massage her soft tits, floating in a circle around the stiff volcanoes of 
her nipples. Moving the hand that pillowed her head just slightly, I was 
able to reach an ear with a finger, causing her to thrash her head wildly 
and to squeal even louder than ever. 

"It was about mid-fuck, or thereabouts, that we got company... something 
that happens often at one of Will's parties. And what company! You should 
oughta see such company. 

"This chick that sauntered in, this had to be love at first sight, which is 
an experience that is hard to explain, this falling in love with another 
chick who walks in the room while you've got the old log planted in another 
girl's snatch. But if you'd lay eyes on Kathleen, you'd understand. 

"About 5' 10" in her bare feet, and worth every inch of it. She had big 
balloon boobies that looked like nice round ass-cheeks, which from me is the 
highest compliment you can pay a pair of mammaries. That really groovy dark, 
dark red hair... almost auburn, but a little more red. And just the 
prettiest face... you have to be there. 

"So I know right away that this must be the chick, this Kathleen that Will 
was raving about. I can tell from the fact that I'd never seen her before 
... and he'd only mentioned one other new chick... and since the other new 
girl was now situated at the end of my cock, I figured that this must be the 
other new girl since.... Well, I guess you can follow that line of thought. 
Even better, from the way he'd raved about her beauty, and the fact that 
this chick was a real knockout, I knew that this must be Kathleen herself. 
But mainly, I knew it was her when her male companion, a scrawny runt of a 
man who could hardly contain his excitement, said: " "This is about as 
private as we're gonna get tonight, Kathleen, baby. All the other bedrooms 
have at least three or four couples in them.' "'Well, I don't think they'll 
mind,' she stated in her breathy sexy voice that was just like the one in my 
dreams every night, crinkling up two fat dimples as she nodded to us. I 
almost came right then, but self-consciously pretended not to have noticed, 
slamming it hard to the suddenly inadequate bedmate who squirmed beneath me. 
'Oooooeeeee, baby. Sooooo goooooood,' she mumbled almost incoherently 
-stupid cunt that she was. 

"The guy with this Venus incarnate was really an unworthy character named 
Herb. Herb was a scummy little guy as far as I was concerned, because he 
always was wanting to suck my cock. I could tell just from the way he looked 
at me sometimes, really a dead-beat. But for some strange reason, Louie 
likes the creep, lets him hang around the bar all the time. Even lets him 
tend bar part-time when the regular guys are sick. Don't think the asshole 
has a regular job. But for the sake of Louie, everybody put up with him. 
Especially with the cute tricks Louie kept turning up all the time. But with 
this Kathleen, he'd really outdone himself. 

"I was sure that Kathleen was doing Louie a favor to even look at this 
creep. I was noticing how she was stalling the guy, still trying to be nice. 
So much a romanticist I almost became then that I almost, almost jumped up 
to defend her. But as it turned out, I breathed a sigh of relief when they 
disappeared below the horizon provided by the edge of the bed to roll about 
on the floor.... I'm just not the hero type. Especially when a chick comes 
on me so sudden like that, and there I am in a compromised position. I 
silently hoped that she hadn't really noticed who I was, and had just seen 
me as one more swinger, entangled in a web of flesh. So embarrassing a way 
to begin a relationship. And how do you approach a chick that is so 
beautiful? 

"I made up my mind for a battle plan. There was only one way to approach the 
problem. So simple I should have thought of it instantly. From the rear! My 
position of real strength. 

"But first, I had to finish off this fucking cunt caught on my line now. The 
grass is always greener, but especially when it's as green as Kathleen's. 

"So I just tried my best to psych myself into thinking that this Peg cunt is 
Kathleen. my Kathleen. I wished. But it was just no use. The slooshiness of 
her cunt had practically drowned me out by this time, and my spirits were 
really dampened, to say the very least. I was losing my hard on fast, and I 
had to come before it became a soft on. 

"But so intense was I on this new chick in my life, I hadn't even noticed 
that Peg has been coming all this time-squealing louder than before, like a 
real little piggy, jumping around on the end of my flexing pole like a 
hooked trout. Somehow, it triggered me off... one of the weakest comes I've 
ever had. But then my concentration had been so shattered. 

"I slipped out of her almost immediately, my cock shriveled and slimy with 
goo. It wasn't even the kind of come that satisfied-a halfhearted effort 
that left my guts burning and wanting more. In all fairness- to the 
stewardess that I'd been so eager to take off with a short half hour 
before-she's really a nice little chick with a knocked-out, pixie-like 
figure, with a great personality, and besides... all the girls really like 
her. She just wasn't into my particular bag, so to speak, and to top it off, 
the surprise entrance of Kathleen so outclassed her in my mind that she 
didn't even have a chance. Not a prayer. 

"I just laid there half-assed fondling her tits, not sure just how to 
proceed from here. I had to maneuver my way down to the floor somehow, 
though, and get on with my rear-flank strategy before it was too late. I was 
now hoping against all hope that she'd be one of those chicks who could take 
it in the ass... or even desired it in the ass, against all hope of hopes. 
Like every single time I see some broad that is superfine from an aesthetic 
viewpoint, she-nine times out of ten-turns out to be either a deadbeat or 
the kind of chick who doesn't dig it my style. Oh, I was so excited by the 
prospect of getting it on with this beauty, I'd be able to carry through a 
few tosses in the sack any style and get a ten rating. But sooner or later, 
I'd have to get a girl to go for my act... or else it would just lose its 
appeal. Even though my fantasy was really taking flight, dreaming that she'd 
be into my scene, my rationale was telling me not to get too excited, that a 
chick this groovy just couldn't be into a number as esoteric as mine. Man, 
did I ever have a terrific surprise waiting for me. In fact, if I'd have 
known at that time that Kathleen was a freak for taking it in the ass, I 
probably would've gotten a big rod on and squirted all over poor little Peg 
without anything even touching my cock. Wonder how she'd have handled that 
one? Probably not too good, since I hadn't really performed with too much 
enthusiasm while I was getting it half on with her. Would've been a real 
slap in the face to the chick... might've knocked her right out of the box. 

"So I finally figured it was time to get it on. Swallowing hard to keep my 
nerves from jumping right out of my mouth, I patted Peg on the tummy-a 
signal for her to follow me down to the floor. Figured I'd just try to get a 
nude pile going there on the floor with Kathleen and Herb. If I played it 
just right, I'd be able to get in between that gorgeous chick and him and 
ace turnout. I knew the asshole couldn't give me much trouble-he was such a 
scrawny puke, and besides nobody around her thought too much of him, so 
there was nobody he could squawk to. He'd just have to consider himself 
lucky to get around so much split-tail-he'd never have been able to drum up 
chicks like this on his own in a million years. And what he was involved 
with now had to be way out of his league, completely outclassing him. The 
slob had had enough time. 

"Getting a confused, but eager-looking Peg to follow me down to the floor, I 
positioned myself close to that beautiful hunk of female and urged Peg to 
come over and wrestle with me for a while-had to make the whole scene look 
authentic. But even as the points of Peg's pert little tits stabbed me in 
the chest, my mind was a million miles... well about two and a half feet 
off... over there with that sweet hunk of woman flesh. Just looking at that 
firm full ass made my John Henry jump to attention in two throbs of my 
heart... a new track record for that horny fucker. 

"Man, the luck was really running in my favor, for just as Peg and I settled 
down there on the floor, her doing all the action, trying to kiss at me and 
rub her things all over me... just then I heard that soft and smooth, that 
deep-throated voice of that sweet young thing, Kathleen, caution that 
asshole that he was hurting her. See, he was trying to give her head, 
sprawled out on her lap, clumsily attempting the task with loud, slurping 
noises that evidently weren't hitting the spot as far as the current 
mistress of my mind was concerned. She sounded as though she was getting a 
wee bit pissed-off... as if she'd had to warn him before. I hadn't really 
paid too much attention to what'd been happening with them once they'd hit 
the deck and disappeared from my view, so maybe she had warned him and it 
had been drowned out by either the noise Peg was making, or the churning of 
my mind as it fantasized a trip between me and Kathleen. Whatever- didn't 
make much difference what had happened, I was near her now, and I was 
definitely happening now. And she was really getting pissed with this 
fuck-up friend of Louie's. 

"'It's your beard, it's killing me!' she winced, leaning back farther, her 
weight on her arms stretched out behind her, her legs spread out on the 
floor before her to offer her gash to the ungrateful advances of this slob. 

"I figured that I'd have to make a move now if I ever was going to make one. 
I really found myself playing a corny hero, but the strange thing was-I was 
digging on it, my chest swelling out as I rode in on my white horse. 

" 'I think the little lady is trying to tell you something,' I said in my 
best Brandoese, my arms involuntarily flexing as I got into the fakery of 
the situation. 

"But the fakery was short-lived 'cause the minute that sweet face turned in 
my direction, startled as if she'd just now noticed our presence... and now 
smiling warmly, encouraging me to make my act into reality. Chivalry was not 
dead after all...you could see her strong reaction to it in her eyes. It 
was alive and well here in Will's bedroom. 

"The asshole didn't pay any attention to me, but I could tell from a couple 
of real loud, self-conscious slurps that he made that he'd heard and was 
trying his best to ignore the situation. But this swell-looking gal, 
encouraged by my presence, and the fact that the asshole had really hurt her 
with the stubble of his beard on his latest effort, reached down and cuffed 
the side of his head, causing him to jerk up, pussy goo dripping down his 
ugly face. I didn't even have to make the next move, for just as I was about 
to make a crude invitation for Herb to get lost, Kathleen's deep, commanding 
voice solved the problem. 

" 'Time to switch partners,' she told him matter-of-factly. And Herb, 
probably used to this inevitable reaction from the many women he eventually 
disgusted, crawled meekly away from her, saying not a word, but looking for 
all the world like a freshly whipped puppy dog. 

"Wowee-it couldn't have worked out better if I'd written the script myself. 
It seemed that this beautiful dame was hot for me... or at the very least, 
I was a better situation for her than the one she'd just come from. Whatever 
it was, I vowed that I'd make it so that she wouldn't regret it. I'd give 
her my superduper job. 

" 'Hi-I'm Ralph. Let's fuck'" was all the introduction necessary. She told 
me her name, her eyes winking at me in sparkling blue glimmers that melted 
my heart. I tried to avoid her gaze so that I wouldn't blow it... tip her 
off to just how hung I'd already gotten on her. But my eyes just couldn't 
find a hiding place on that luscious body of hers. In fact, every place I'd 
land them, looking for refuge, I'd only get hotter... her nice, 
melon-shaped breasts, her full, lush hips, her long and sleekly tapered legs 
... everywhere. I'd just have- to get my meat into her quick. 

"As she scooted over to me on her hands and knees, her breasts swayed 
enticingly underneath her, heavy and pendulous. I could see that she took 
good care to insure her beauty, from her well-manicured nails to her 
triangular pubic hair that was clipped as neat as an Englishman's garden. I 
wasn't sure just what to do with this babe when she came to me, not sure 
even if she was real... but she sure threw out that last idea when she ran 
into me eagerly her nose colliding with my chest, a wet tongue lapping out 
at my nipples and making them stiff like a broad's. 

"I just let her flesh swarm all over me, sinking into a swamp of ecstasy. 
Man, this was really living! I could feel my cock swelling even harder, the 
veins about to pop right out and overflow. I pressed myself hard against her 
springy breasts, letting my hands slide casually around her smooth white 
shoulders to seek out the contours of her back. 

"Her red hair provided a fine contrast for her face, the dark curls framing 
the almost translucent whiteness of her skin. Little ringlets danced lightly 
around her shoulders in accordance with the movements of her warm body as it 
worked against mine. We paused briefly to gaze lovingly at each other before 
pressing our lips against the others, the heat of our breath mingling with 
our fluid salivas. 

"I could tell she packed a mean tongue from the way it immediately went for 
the roof of my mouth, the very tenderest portion, curled and ran its tip 
maddeningly over the supersensitive ridges. But just at the moment I was 
almost able to pin her tongue down, it slipped away with some real class and 
teased at the base of my gums, the bottom of my 'own tongue, and then out of 
my mouth, retreating unscathed, taunting me at my clumsiness. 

"Meccoeee-this broad didn't putz around. Her long-fingered hand reached out 
and grabbed for my cock, gave a mighty tug on it, so hard that I had to 
scoot a couple of inches on my knees to keep from losing the old porker. 
Man, I even had carpet burns on my knees the next day. She wasn't fooling 
around. All that woman wanting so much of me. And I'd never guess a chick 
this good-looking could be so aggressive in trying to fulfill her demands, 
but she was... oh, brother, was she ever. 

"It was all I could do to contain myself, my hands pawing frantically at her 
back, my cock captured in her clasping hand. She really had a hold on me. 
This was the first time in my life that a chick had moved me this much. And 
the way I was feeling, she could keep it up forever. 

"So, I finally realize that I've gotta assert myself now with this broad, or 
else take a back seat for good, like probably most of the other clowns she's 
been going out with. I also figure that with this chick, there's no halfway. 
I've either gotta really put it to her so good that I'm her Daddy, or I take 
a stiff right to the guts and go down for the count. Nothing half-assed 
about this operation you understand? Top-drawer all the way, kiddo. 

"So I break the liplock real quick like and pull back, the doll letting out 
a long, low moan of disappointment. But she wouldn't be lonely for long. 
Scooting over to her side I reached out and grabbed an arm to guide her a 
couple of feet over to the bed. I practically had to give her a judo chop to 
get her to let go of my cock. Man, did this beautiful baby ever want the 
cock. 

"Noticing out of the corner of my eye that Peg and that asshole Herb had 
gotten together over in the corner, him giving her head as she sat in a 
chair, I instructed Kathleen to lay the upper part of her torso down on the 
bed, so that she was sort of kneeling over it, her knees remaining on the 
floor. I didn't figure to sock it to her asshole right off, didn't want to 
scare her off- maybe that'd come later. But since I'm such an ass freak, 
doing it dog-style is my very favorite way-it sort of automatically reduces 
the woman to an inferior position, leaves her more defenseless to a man's 
attack, as she can't fend him off with her hands. Sort of establishes a kind 
of psychological dominance, if you see what I'm getting at. After all, I had 
to show this broad who was boss, or suck eggs from here on in. I guess I was 
functioning on a sort of panic thing-like shock. I mean if I'd have stopped 
and really considered what a classy-looking dame this was, I would have had 
to question what I was doing with her. Like chicks like this usually only 
happen in dreams. 

"But fortunately for me, I was reacting well under the stress, and it's paid 
off for me in aces ever since. That little dream is someday soon gonna be my 
wife. You should see the looks of admiration I get when I stroll into some 
class joint, or a bowling alley with her on my arm. 

"Man, as I gazed down at that sweet heart-shaped ass of hers, all white and 
jiggling, I really had to control myself. That was the sweetest looking ass 
I'd seen in years, with an ample flow of meat in all directions. I just shut 
off all other scenes from my mind, ignoring the two assholes over in the 
corner, concentrating on that nice asshole in front of me. 

"But it wouldn't be that nice puckered asshole I'd be cramming it to right 
off... at least I was hoping that she'd let me give it a try later on. Yet, 
with a doll this groovy, I knew that her pussy would give me an A-l ride as 
it was.... So who's complaining. Most guys I know would've given their left 
nut for one toss in the sack with this babe, and that's for sure. 

"She was really eager for the old cock, wiggling that hourglass ass of hers 
in my face, mashing her titties down flat on the rough bedspread. I couldn't 
keep her or myself waiting very long, so I moved forward, placing one hand 
around her soft waist, and drove my cock into the deep brown furrow of her 
sex. 

"Kathleen moaned longingly and spread her legs farther apart, thrusting her 
hips back as far as she could to give me better access to her spread slit. I 
ran the thickness of my cockhead down past her nice little a-hole, then on 
down to the springy folds surrounding her pussy. There was just a trace of 
moisture there as I slid easily into her contracted pussy, just the way I 
like it. But as I began pumping into the soft folds there, she turned and 
pleaded with me over her shoulder, asking me to do something that just 
knocked me for a loop. 

" 'Baby, please, the other one... stick it in my ass, please, please....' 
Jesus, was this a switch. I couldn't believe my ears, my luck was having a 
fantastic streak. Fuck, even my dreams weren't this good. Here I'd been 
worrying about how I'd go about throwing my number on such a gorgeous chick 
as this one, and it turns out with her begging me to do it to her, that she 
was into the same bag as me. It knocked me right out of the box, I can tell 
you that, pal. 

"Well, I sure didn't need any second invitation-I pulled that John Henry of 
mine right out of there and started pressing it against her ring. But then I 
remembered something... I sure didn't want to blow it over a little thing 
like that. Really discouraging, at a time when we're both so horny, to think 
of it, but I didn't want to tear up her ass too bad. I slammed my head down 
on the top of the bed hard in my frustration. 

" 'Fuck!' I exclaimed. 

"Kathleen, who had settled her head back on the bed after her exciting 
confession, turned around once again to see what the problem was. 

" 'What's the matter, baby, was my request too weird for you?' She said it 
in a half-taunting manner, as if she'd run into men who weren't into this 
before, a problem I certainly could sympathize with. 

" 'No KY,' I replied. But she just smiled and told me to fire away... she 
liked it a little rough. Besides, she told me, my cock was already partially 
lubed from her pussy juices. 

"Crazy, baby, I murmured to myself.... This was all just too good to be 
true. 

"Gripping my cock with one hand, I leaned the stretched head against the 
tiny opening of her asshole. Hard to believe that it could fit in such a 
tight spot. But after several hard thrusts, Kathleen lunging back against it 
and whispering breathy bits of encouragement to me, I penetrated the 
clasping pink and purple ring bringing a long 'oooooooo' from my new love as 
my shaft sunk itself several inches into her wildly spurting ass. The ass is 
even more violent in its contractions and constrictions than the pussy, but 
that's what makes it so groovy for me. It gives reluctantly as it is much 
tougher and tighter than a cunt, and fits right back over any foreign 
objects, thus giving you more friction. The friction is really increased 
when you consider just how much drier a surface the tissues of an asshole 
are, giving it a much stickier, tackier substance... like flypaper against 
your tender cock. 

"I could feel a healthy gust of gas explode in reaction to my entrance, 
trying to whish past the plug my cock made. Kath was going absolutely crazy 
behind my first few strokes, hunching back with her hips, her arms flailing 
the bed beneath her. I now had both hands on her hips, which I began to run 
up and down her soft sides, massaging the tender skin above her ribs, 
dipping them underneath her to massage at the fat rolls of her tits, mashed 
down against the bedspread and rolling with the efforts of our movements. 

"As her hot passageway became more accustomed to my cock, I began taking 
longer strokes, the dryness of her hole tearing at the sensitivity of my 
cockhead and driving me into a wild frenzy. All too good to be true... this 
Kathleen was a real freak for taking it in the ass. She says she got hung on 
it clear back with her first boy- friend-they'd been too poor to even afford 
rubbers, so if he wanted to stick it in a hole, it had to be the one leading 
in from her back porch. I silently thank that man, one back door man to 
another. She says that the orgasm that results from stimulation to her ass 
is much wilder and more prolonged than one from her pussy. Internally with 
women, it's mainly a matter of psychology anyway... their sharpest 
responses coming from their clits. But Kathleen is just enough of a 
masochist so that the steady, burning ache caused by rectal stimulation gets 
her cookies really boiling. 

"Speaking of her clit, I had run one of my hands around her side and down 
around her lower belly in search of said object. The smooth texture of her 
skin was driving me wild.... This girl had it all-looks, the right tastes in 
her sexual preferences, and to top it off, she smelled and felt just great. 

"I finally found her clit, hanging around down there in the vast fleshy 
fields of her trench. I fumbled around for a couple of seconds... not easy 
to grab one of those little fellows when you're pumping your guts out the 
way I was... until I finally was able to grasp the tricky mother between a 
thumb and forefinger. Kathleen was going double-wild behind the latest 
development. In fact, from the flood on my hand, she was already coming, 
starting out on a long series of orgasms that left her weak, but still 
willing for more. I've never seen a girl who can take as much as Kath and 
still come back for more, smiling to boot. 

"Pressing my chin down against her shoulder, one hand full of tit, the other 
of clit, I began to buckle down. Drawing my cock out almost to the tip, I 
would hesitate my downward and inward thrust until I could sense that 
Kathleen was going bananas in anticipation, then I'd slam it in hard and 
fast, stopped only by my huge nuts as they'd slam against the obstruction 
offered by her twisting buttocks. 

"I varied my rhythm from long, slow strokes, to short and fast ones, so that 
she never knew what to expect. She was in sheer ecstasy, moaning and 
whimpering underneath me in lustful passion, begging me to give her more. 
But there wouldn't be too much more... I mean not on this particular ride. 
I hoped there'd be a lot more in the future, but I'd just have to dump my 
load, for a hot, tight feeling was filling my nuts, and my guts, so I'd have 
to spill it soon or my eyeballs would pop out. 

"And there it was-spilling my guts out, hot and semiautomatic, flinging hot, 
white bullets like a machine gun. I could feel the reactions my hot come was 
bringing to Kath's hole, causing it to jump and squirm in a receptive 
manner. Under me she was murmuring, 'Never better.... Oh.... never any 
better, baby.... Oh do me.... ' "So I figured I'd really gone and captured 
a dream. 

"Some stuff for a regular guy like me. We collapsed in a pile, both of our 
bodies writhing spasmodically from the strength of our orgasms. I was lying 
with my full weight on her back, and she was going for it. She really likes 
the feeling of a man's weight upon her... makes her feel helpless-at least 
that's what she tells me. 

"I could feel my cock becoming flaccid, could feel it lose its grip as it 
deflated, felt it ooze down a thin river of my escaping come. It finally 
plooped out, dripping with its own come, and tiny specks of shit and blood 
from her asshole-the lack of lubricant had irritated her tissues at first. 
As soon as I felt myself becoming detached from this beautiful girl, I 
quickly pulled back with a sudden spurt of strength and patted Kath's ass as 
a signal for her to turn over. I wanted to hold her close in my arms now 
that my cock wasn't feeding on her, half afraid she'd disappear if I let her 
out of my grasp. 

"But just as she turned over, she saw the debris on my limp cock and gave a 
big smile before diving down on the floor to join me, her eyes set upon my 
cock. She dove under my extended arms, making me flinch involuntarily... I 
hadn't known just what she was up to. It only took a split second to find 
out though. She had bent, down on her knees and gone after my poor, tired 
cock, plucking it in her mouth without even relying upon any help from her 
hands. 

"Man, this dame was really something else again! I'd never, in all the 
assholes I'd reamed, seen a chick go after my cock like this dame did -she 
just couldn't get enough. Especially when one considers the state my cock 
was in... all shriveled and covered with shit and blood and come. But later 
on in our relationship, I was to find that it was just Kathleen's little way 
of saying thank you, and served to clean me up in the bargain. Yeah, she 
really likes doing that... eating the shit off the end of my dick like she 
hasn't eaten in two or three days. Sometimes I think that little lady is 
daffier than I am. 

"So it wasn't any time at all before I'm up and at 'em again, my cock 
responding to the nice tongue-bath Kathleen's given it. And I'm just 
grabbing onto her and holding on for dear life. Who'd ever guess a 
groovy-looking chick could be so hip. In my old neighborhood, it was only 
the real dogs who'd gone in for the real hot action. The good-lookers... 
well they all had tough brothers who protected them and made them into some 
sort of saints or something. I think all those good ones either became nuns, 
or they moved away and became hookers.... No middle ground with them. But 
if a fellow wanted a real good time, they'd just have to settle for a dog. 

"And here all this whole number is being disproved to me-a real looker like 
Kathleen who would outdo any of them when it came to doing it down and 
dirty. And her mouth was just about as good as her asshole when it came to 
sex. That tongue was really wild the way it was everywhere at once. In no 
time at all, I was coming hard. And I'll tell you one thing, she took every 
drop of it like a man. None of that spitting the cock up as soon as she hit 
a gusher, nosiree. She clamped her jaws on that tool and sucked her life 
out, swallowing big gobs of come just as fast as her Adam's apple could bob 
up and down. 

"Yessir-she really sold me that time. And ever since, I've never gone 
unsatisfied in a session with Kath. Luckily, we found that we had a lot of 
other things in common, both of us being bowling champs, for instance. So 
it's easy to see why we're thinking about settling down together. We get 
along so good, me and her, that I hardly ever go to the swinging parties 
anymore, more content just to get it on with each other. Oh, once in a 
while, a little stranger never hurt anybody, but with Kathleen, it's like 
having a whole harem to choose from when I want to get some sex going-that's 
how versatile this little sweetie pie is." 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Bringing It All Back Home 

"The first time Daddy and I had a party with his piggy-that's what he calls 
his cock, I thought I was just going to die. Not from mortification 
though-from sheer delight. I'd never had a piggy in my poke before, but I 
was sure that I wanted it there again soon. But actually, Daddy never did 
put it in my cunny much after that-not once we'd discovered how much I liked 
having piggy go up my back hole. Wow- was I ever surprised to find out that 
I could get more pleasure from him doing it to my rear, and so was he for 
that matter. So for sheer fun, it's been up the ass for us ever since.... 
Well, until all this trouble has come about. 

"Maybe I should explain from the beginning. Daddy's a widower. Mom died 
clear back when she was giving birth to my little sister. I was only two at 
the time, so I don't remember anything about her, except for what people 
tell me of course. So Daddy's been both a mother and a father to me and 
Judy, and he's done a real bangup job as far as we're concerned-no matter 
what Aunt Eva says. 

"Oh, he didn't spoil us... even though he was our pal. He spanked us when 
we misbehaved, and gave us as much love as anyone could. But I guess both 
Judy and I were able to sense this extra duty he did for us at a very early 
age, 'cause we both respected all the things he did for us and tried not to 
give him any trouble that wasn't necessary. 

"I guess in this day and age it's pretty unusual for two girls to love and 
respect their dad the way we do, what with all the demonstrators and all. 
But we really are close to our father... probably closer than most kids. 
According to the people at the county clinic we've been forced to go to, we 
were too close. 

"It all started-the thing that got us in so much trouble that is-about three 
years ago... well more like two and a half. That was just after the time my 
Uncle Harry and Aunt Eva moved out to Colorado. He's an aircraft mechanic, 
and he'd been laid off back here, and the only job he could find was out in 
Denver... or at least the best job.... Oh, all that confuses me. Anyway, 
my aunt - she's Daddy's younger sister - had taken care of me and Judy all 
these years, helping Daddy out in a pinch. They lived right next door, so 
she helped him with the laundry, looked out for us after school until he got 
home, babysat, and all the other things that Mom might've done had she been 
around. 

"But when we started reaching maturity, she took it upon herself to start 
teaching us about the birds and the bees. I never paid much attention to 
her, since I'd already heard about it from other girls at school, but she 
left quite an impression on my little sister, as she told her when she was 
only about ten or so. She really came on in a bad way with her, stressing 
purity, virginity... all that crap. Real old-fashioned, but these little 
discussions were the only place where it came out. Evidently, she scared my 
little sister with some of the things she laid on her, 'cause Judy told 
Daddy about it. I don't know exactly what happened, but I know that it made 
Daddy angry because he told my aunt to leave the matters of the birds and 
the bees up to him after that. Other than that, we got along fine with my 
aunt, and that was the last we heard about the birds and the bees for the 
time. In fact, Daddy waited quite a while before bringing it up again, clear 
up until after the time Uncle Harry and Aunt Eva moved out west, just before 
my fifteenth birthday. 

"And when we came around to it again, he didn't exactly present it as a 
lecture. It was more like a demonstration.... That's why we got into so much 
trouble. 

"Only I didn't look at it as being trouble at the time. To me it was just so 
much more good clean fun. See, it happened this way. 

"One night, let's see, where was Judy? Oh, she was away at one of her girl 
friend's houses spending the night. In fact, it must've been one of the 
first times Daddy's let her do that. There was this big storm going on 
outside, an electrical storm... real bad one. Well lightning hit not too 
far from the house and woke me up instantly. I was really frightened because 
I started yelling my head off. I screamed so loud that I woke Daddy up. He 
came running into my room with just his shorts on-he's never slept in 
pajamas, so I got a good look at his hairy body. And it's a good body for an 
old man, you'd better believe it. 

"Anyway, he came over to the bed and threw his arms around me, comforting 
away the tears. 

So that nobody thinks I'm a big sissy or something, I'd better say that I 
don't usually get that scared by storms. I think I was having a bad dream at 
the time though, and the stroke of lightning must've hit about the time a 
particularly scary part of the nightmare was going on or something. Anyway, 
Daddy had soon made things better. 

"We started talking, groggily at first since we'd both just woken up, but it 
got into some pretty heavy dialogue. Like you know how you're liable to say 
what's going on in your subconscious at a time like that? Well, that's what 
happened, and for some reason I was asking him why he'd never remarried, and 
why he very rarely even dated. "Well, the question surprised me as much as 
it did him, 'cause it wasn't a question I'd really voiced before, just a 
vague thought that sort of bothered me. Well, Daddy got a little embarrassed 
and started stammering for a second, since it'd obviously taken him by 
surprise, but when he finally regained his composure, he told me about how 
he'd thought of us in the bargain. He said that he'd heard so much about 
stepparents causing children grief that he'd done it to protect us. Looking 
back, knowing what I do now, I suppose it was a come-on on his part, but I 
still love him, no matter what's happened. 

"Anyhow, he just melted my heart as he told me of the sacrifices he'd gone 
through for the sake of Judy and me, and I started crying again. 

"Well, he hates to see anyone cry, and he pulls me even closer to his hot, 
hairy chest and tries to smother my sobs. It was then that I reached up and 
planted a kiss on his lips, a more soulful kiss than I'd ever given him. I 
just felt so close to him, so sorry for the deprivation he'd put himself 
through, that I wanted to hold him and love him.... The things that were 
going through my mind were confusing at that moment, but I'd never felt more 
affection for him than at that very moment. 

"Now I've tried to explain to the authorities what went down next, to show 
them that I was the one to blame... if there's such a thing... if there's 
something wrong with showing someone how much you love them like that. But 
they said that it wouldn't matter, that Daddy should've stopped anything 
that could have happened.... All because he's an adult and I'm a minor. 
Kids never get credit for anything. What makes it even worse is that I was a 
virgin at the time... they never believe me when I tell them that. They say 
that an innocent girl, not even fifteen and a virgin to boot, is just not 
capable of putting sexual advances on a grown man, especially not her 
father. 

"But I know the truth, so screw them. And I did make all the advances. No, I 
didn't have that much experience, but I'd had enough-I'd learned quite a bit 
from Emory Wump in the backseat of his Ford that summer at the drive-in. I'd 
never gone all the way, but I knew how to make a man hot, how to make him 
want me. 

"Not that I really had in mind going all the way with Daddy when I reached 
up and kissed him. I just wanted to show him how much I loved him. We both 
just got sort of caught up in the moment and the next thing I knew, I was 
pawing at him and telling him how much I loved him. He didn't really catch 
on that I was getting worked up, but I really was-he's really quite a man, 
and I was feeling really great feelings towards him about this time. 

"Well, my kisses were getting obvious-were giving my game away... not a 
game really, since it wasn't planned, like I said. Just got taken by the 
whole environment. But Daddy tried to calm me down about then, telling me 
that it wasn't really the thing we should be doing. Of course, it all 
sounded like a bunch of hooey to me. Like what could be wrong with a girl 
showing her father just how much she loved him? 

"He sort of pushed me away and tried to talk to me, but in doing so, his 
shorts popped open, exposing to my view just how much effect my attack had 
had on him-he had a boner a mile long! When he saw that I'd noticed, he got 
real embarrassed and tried to stuff it in his pants, but I was quicker than 
him. I don't know what had come over me, but I'd reached down and taken a 
good hold around that fat dick of his. 

"Everything after that is still kind of a muddle in my mind. I remember 
Daddy trying to stop me, telling me to be reasonable, but as I pumped on his 
bone, gazing into his eyes with a steady, fixed look of determination, I 
melted away whatever semblance of reason he had left in him. My own voice 
was drowning his out... as if it came from somewhere else, amazing me with 
its maturity as it mouthed things I'd barely even thought about before. I 
understand now how the subconscious drives can do that from my talks with my 
psychologist, but then it seemed like I'd gone off into another dimension or 
something. But never once did I feel it was wrong. To the contrary, I was 
feeling higher, more ecstatic than I'd ever felt before. 

"Finally Daddy gave up his protests, and moved hard against me, his 
briar-thatched chest smothering my breasts. His thick fingers were tugging 
hard at the waist of my pajama bottoms, ripping them as he tugged them down. 
I remember feeling just an instant of fear when I realized that he was 
taking command of the situation, would call my bluff or whatever it was and 
cover the areas that I knew nothing of. 

"As strange as it may seem, he hadn't had an- other woman since Mom had 
died, but he later confessed to me that he'd often beaten his meat to keep 
himself from going- loony. The old 'use it or lose it' factor. 

"Anyway he hadn't forgotten the fundamentals. By this time I couldn't have 
changed his mind if I wanted to. But I'd asked for it... now I was getting 
it. Not that I was offering any resistance-I was shouting for him to love 
me, to take me all the way. 

"He was a lot rougher than Emory had been, but I chalked that fact up to his 
long layoff. 

Besides, I kind of liked the rough treatment.... They say you have to dig 
pain just a little to be able to take it in the ass the way I do. 

"I guess that once he'd finally gotten worked up, there was no stopping him. 
He didn't waste any time with preliminaries, just started shoving his dick 
hard against the tiny opening of my vagina until he finally pushed it in- 
ooooooooeeeeeee, I'd never felt such pain! I screamed, and he looked me in 
the eyes... almost a pathetic look, like he hadn't realized what was 
happening until then. That's the one thing I remember about that time, what 
with all the other thoughts being so confusing at the time. That look in his 
eye, though, really stands out, He, like I realized just for an instant that 
he'd broken my hymen, his own daughter's. A brief flash of terror crossed 
his face then, but passed. I should have realized myself that something was 
inherently wrong from that look, but I just didn't pick up on it that way 
then. I just thought he was reacting to my screams. 

"But as soon as that painfully horrible moment had passed, he resumed, using 
a gentler, slower probing this time, that gradually washed away the sharp 
pain inside me and gave way to the most pleasurable sensations I had yet 
known. It wasn't long before I was responding to his fucking, hunkering my 
ass up and pivoting it to match the rocking of his hips. I just wrapped my 
little old legs up around his broad back and snouted encouragement, the 
pleasures really mounting in me. 

"We both came pretty fast-me being a first-timer, and him having such a long 
layoff. We just laid there in the dark for the longest time, our 
perspiration soaking the sheets, the rain beating down on the roof. He 
started to say something as he came back to his senses, his face a mask of 
guilt, but I just pressed his head against my budding titties and told him 
it was all right-that I'd wanted him to do that. 

"He didn't even talk to me the next day, must've been feeling really guilty 
about it. It wasn't until the day after that that he tried to sit me down 
and explain away what had happened. But I wasn't going for it. I ended up 
seducing him again, and I didn't let him up until I was sure we'd be making 
it a regular thing. I must've really made him a believer that time, 'cause I 
never heard another complaint from him for all the rest of the time. 

"So you can't really blame him. I'm the one who was really promoting all the 
action. It was even me who suggested that we initiate Judy into the 
activity-the only thing I've come to regret. Stupid girl-she already was 
into balling, being a lot more liberal with her body than even me. She 
really was easy to convince... easy to get her into our parties. But she 
really blew it for us. 

"Seems that she gave some guy at school the clap, and he turned her in to 
the doctor... he'd had to, what with the hard time the authorities gave 
him. She'd picked it up from some other guy she'd been balling and hadn't 
even been aware of it. Sure enough, Daddy was bending pipes in the bathroom 
the next morning, as he'd come down with a dose too. But it was too late. 
Confused, not knowing where she'd picked it up, unaware of the dire 
consequences for our whole family, she blurted out the entire story, about 
Daddy and me and everything, to the school nurse. That's why they've got 
Daddy in the institution, and us in a foster home. The stupid shrinks drive 
me absolutely crazy with all their questions. But the worst thing is being 
without Daddy... I miss him to pieces-I'm sure much more than stupid Judy 
does. After all, I was faithful to him, he's the only one I'd ever slept 
with, unlike some other people we know." 

 The tragedy of incest seems to be more a societal problem than an 
individual one, at least if we are to judge from the case of 
seventeen-year-old Jo Anne, and thousands like her across the country. That 
is to say, these individuals might never report the cases except by 
accidental disclosure, the surprise visit of some other relative, etc. For 
the fact is, many individuals who engage in incestuous activities would have 
continued to do so had it not been for intervention. By the same token, it 
is impossible to estimate just how many cases go unreported, due simply to 
the fact that no one involved in the actual incest is complaining. It's 
always society, that horrible outsider, that keeps coming in and busting up 
everyone's fun times. 

Lest we dismiss the problem with a shrug of the shoulders, however, it must 
be said that many tragedies are brought about by incest. Caprio and Brenner 
cite numerous cases of suicide brought about by incestuous relationships 
that were undesirable to one of the participants. 

The term derives from the Latin incestum and refers to the girdle of Venus. 
In marriage the girdle was loosened by the husband as a symbol of felicity. 
For any male in the family other than the father to loosen the girdle 
constituted a violation of the cestus, or incest. 

It is interesting to note that father-daughter incest is the most common 
violation of this universal code. However, unlike the girl in this case 
history, the taboo is usually broken by the father, that is to say that the 
male is normally the aggressor. But as we shall see in our study, Jo Anne is 
an unusual girl. Wanting to take the place of a mother she'd never known, 
she aggressively asserted her wants, before lying back passively to reap the 
rewards. Fortunately, she is discovering things she should have been taught 
long ago about societal laws. In a way, her actions sprang from innocence-no 
one told her, after all, what she was doing was so terrible. Her father 
should have done so, but he was completely captivated by her drive, and by 
the time everyone realized what a jam they were in, it was too late. 

Aside from that, the family falls into the two other primary factors 
conducive to an incestuous relationship: poverty and sexual deviation. Jo 
Anne's father was barely able to provide for his family with his pay as a 
janitor, but at least they fared better than most incestuous families. In 
cases where large families exist in crowded conditions, such as is the case 
with many ghetto-dwellers, the incidence of incest seems to rise 
dramatically. 

Since the family members are already breaking one of the strongest mores of 
Western culture by committing incest, it is of little surprise that sexual 
deviations are often indulged in. Sadomasochism, homosexuality, fellatio and 
cunnilingus are among the commoner. In the case of Jo Anne and her father, 
analism was the aberration. It is also interesting to note that the highest 
incidence of anal intercourse for the purposes of avoiding conception occurs 
among the poorer people of our culture, the reason that Jo Anne and her 
father give for being their initial foray into the practice. But it was due 
to the fact that Jo Anne received tremendous sexual satisfaction from the 
activity that it was continued, until normal coitus was practically 
precluded from the incestual pattern established by father and daughter. Jo 
Anne resumes her tale, emphasizing the importance analism came to play in 
her unusual relationship with her father. 

"It happened by accident really. We'd never planned to get into anything 
like it, but it just happened. I was about halfway between my periods and 
was very hot-by that I mean the chances of pregnancy were high at that time. 

And Daddy came and approached me about sex that night. Well, as you can see, 
by this time he'd come around to my way of thinking. If he had any doubts 
about wanting to continue our relationship before, they'd sure disappeared 
by now. I'm afraid he'd gotten too used to getting it regularly by now to 
let his conscience get in his way. 

"So when he came to me that time, in search of a quickie, I had to tell him 
the situation. He looked sort of disappointed-guess he'd forgotten all about 
the possibilities of pregnancy. I told him that I'd think of something, 
telling him to sit down beside me on the couch. He told me I'd better be 
quick, since my little sister would be home from the library in an hour or 
so. Actually, we later found out about her number too. All the time she's 
sneaking off to be with boys, telling us she's going to the library. Do you 
know that she lost her cherry when she was only twelve? Think of that! I was 
almost fifteen, nearly an old maid, by the time Daddy took mine. That just 
goes to show you what the younger generation is coming to I suppose. Crazy 
kids! 

"Actually, if Daddy and I had have known sooner about Judy, we would've had 
her stay home and party with us. But as it was, we had no idea a girl that 
young would have any idea about sex, and we'd held back because of that 
factor. She never said a thing about her sex life to me, and of course I 
never breathed a word about Daddy and me. Now, with all that happened, I 
wish we'd never ever let her play with us. 

"Oh well, that's the sex biz. Anyhow, here I was sitting on the couch and 
running my fingers through Daddy's thinning hair-I always kidded him about 
the fact that he had more hair on his chest than on his head and that he 
should have a transplant. I'd never done anything but the good old regular 
way with Daddy, although we had tried it in a number of different positions 
by this time. But what I mean is that it was never anything other than 
cock-to-pussy screwing. 

"So I just run my hands all over him, getting him all worked up, but I'm not 
sure what I can do about getting him off. I ask him if he's sure he doesn't 
have a rubber or something, and he tells me he's sure. Then I remember about 
hearing about blow jobs, so I start unfastening his pants. Pretty soon that 
hairy monster of his is staring one-eyed in my face, my hand pumping it up. 

"Slowly, with a big lump in my throat, I start down on it, but as I get 
closer that cock just gets bigger and bigger, and I don't know how I'll ever 
get it in my mouth. God, I'd choke to death! I start to kiss it, and feel my 
Daddy moving around in response... must've really surprised him. It felt 
much softer than I'd expected, but then I was touching the spongy head. I 
kept working my hand up and down the shaft as I kissed and blew on the head, 
afraid to take it in my mouth. I shut my eyes hard, hoping that this would 
help, and spread my lips wide to shove some of it in my mouth, but to no 
avail. I was building this all up in my mind, I know that now, but there was 
just no way I'd be able to do it now. Not that I thought it was dirty- 
honest. The only reason was because I was afraid of the size, afraid that 
I'd suffocate. 

"Finally, after several false starts, I gave up, sitting up in desperation. 
As I looked at the flushed face of my father, he began swimming crazily 
through the tears that were welling up in my eyes. 

" 'Daddy, I j-just can't,' I sobbed, flinging myself back down in his lap, 
only this time as a little girl who couldn't control the world around her, 
not as a mistress going after his sex. That's when Daddy really shines. He 
pulled me right out of the doldrums, patting my head reassuringly, his cock 
shrinking as he assumed the fatherly role. 

" 'Nobody asked you to, sweets. It was all your idea.' Which was true. Only 
I just wished there was some way I could take care of his needs without 
risking pregnancy. 

" 'It just looks so big,' I continued. 'Maybe you could show me...." 

" 'Some time I will, sweets. But not now- I've got a better idea.' "Leaving 
me in suspense about his last statement, he eased me off his lap, got up and 
went upstairs, telling me that he'd be right back. My tears had dried up by 
now, and even turned to a brief moment of laughter when I noticed how funny 
Daddy looked as he walked across the room to the stairs, his fly undone and 
his half-hard cock flopping in front of him. 

"He was back in a flash, having stripped off his pants and shorts. As he 
walked, I could see that he was smearing something all over his cock, which 
had gotten even littler since the last time I'd seen it. But from the look 
in Daddy's eyes when he came over to me, I knew that it wouldn't be in that 
puny condition long. 

"I asked him what he was doing, and he told me that he was applying vaseline 
to his cock. I said that it was obvious that he was applying it to his cock. 
He said 'Oh.' "Telling me not to be such a smartass, he instructed me to 
remove my clothing, which I did, while Daddy took off his shirt and socks. 
Now that both of us were nude, I just stood there and waited for him to tell 
me what was up-I actually had no idea what was coming. 

"Coming over and placing a calming hand on my waist, Daddy told me that he'd 
just remembered a way that he and Mom used to do it when there was no other 
way to prevent pregnancy. He told me that it might hurt a little at first, 
but that it should get better. He further told me that if the pain got to be 
too much, just to yell out and that he would stop. He said that it was a 
perfectly normal way, but that some people are ultrasensitive in the region 
we'd be centering on, and that the last thing in the world he wanted to do 
was hurt me. He said that if I was one of the lucky ones, as he put it, that 
I might experience even greater pleasure than I had from regular 
intercourse. He promised me that it would be just this once, that he'd be 
sure to buy a pack of rubbers to keep around when I was dangerous. Then he 
told me to bend over the end of the couch. He was going to shove his big 
cock up my ass! 

"When he told me, I got a little frightened - after all, my asshole was 
smaller than my mouth. But I did so want to please him, so I complied, 
noticing that his cock had grown stiff, probably from thinking what he'd be 
doing to me while he was talking. That and the fact that he'd been mentally 
raping my nude body with his eyes. 

"With a little apprehension, I went over to the end of the couch and did as 
he'd told me, positioning my legs fairly wide apart and bending over the arm 
at the waist, balancing my weight by extending my arms down to rest on the 
cushions of the couch. As I felt him move behind me, his voice talking to me 
in a gentle, reassuring manner, I tried to fight back the fears. After all, 
he said just to call out if it hurt too much.... He'd stop, I know he 
would. Daddy wasn't the type of man who'd hurt someone against their will. 
Besides, I could take it, even if it was painful-I wanted him to be able to 
get some pleasure. It was my fault that I was at such a bad time of the 
month anyway. 

"But just as I'd talked myself into thinking it wouldn't be any big deal, 
Daddy's cockhead is pressed hard against the ring of my anus, he shoves hard 
... twice, three times and he's in and yeeeeeoooooowvnowtvw! I hadn't 
expected it to be like that-it felt like fire. I bucked up in response to 
the pain, biting my lip to keep from crying out. I wanted to see if it'd get 
better, the way Daddy'd said, before chickening out. 

"And he was right-my tissues gave way under his attack, and soon they had 
been covered with a nice film of the vaseline... or whatever it is that 
happens back there. Anyway, the burning pain passed away quickly, but there 
still wasn't a whole bunch of pleasure in this for me... still some kind of 
pain. 

"This was a dull, throbbing pain that spread throughout my tummy. Each time 
he pushed that cock of his in and out, it felt as though I was being bruised 
internally, pushed out of shape by the intrusion. And yet there was almost 
something desirable about this ache, enough that I was now beginning to push 
back towards Daddy on his inward strokes, letting him slam the full length 
of his pecker into my burning hole. 

"The strange wave of pleasure-pain kept growing until any thoughts that I'd 
had of calling a halt to the proceedings fled. I moaned a long, deep sigh, 
and Daddy, supersensitive to my reactions, slowed the pace, thinking he 
might be hurting me. 

" 'S'matter, sweets, too much for you?' How kind of him to ask. 

" 'No, don't stop,' I murmured between moans. 'Give it to me hard, it's 
better than anything. More, more. Please, Daddy, give it to me good.' "It 
got the point across. He resumed the buggering of my maiden ass with a 
flurry of passion, slamming the meat to me at a doubled tempo. And I was 
only too glad to receive his offerings. 

"My mind began drifting as the searing heat cut off all my normal nerve 
circuits, short-circuiting the whole business. I began flashing past brief 
instances of my early childhood-no particular ones, just a collage of 
meaning that hadn't been evident before. As though everything I'd ever done 
had led to this moment. 

"I was truly swept away into the security of early childhood, back to the 
time when all the stop signs were yellow and black, and a trip around the 
block was a year's voyage. Daddy's constant rocking motion was filling me 
with both desire and wisdom.... Not that I was interpreting it as that at 
the time... but somehow it opened a whole new world to me, a new dimension 
that didn't depend upon simple words, or pictures, but was a blending of all 
the senses that gave me the most overwhelming feelings I'd ever had-ten 
times better than regular old balling had ever been. 

"I wasn't even aware of when Daddy came... or even the start of mine. Just 
that somewhere in there, while I was tripping out behind this strong sex, I 
lost the ability to feel individual stimulus. The feel of his cock, his 
hands on my sides, the hot breath on the back of my neck... all became one 
tremendous feeling, swept up by my own body's interpretation of the event. 
Hot waves came pounding in and washed me away with them, taking me farther 
and farther and farther away from the shore.... "When I woke up (I'd passed 
out underneath all of this), Daddy was standing over me with a washrag that 
he was trying to press against my face. Everything was sort of confusing at 
first, but gradually everything was coming back to me. Daddy had a real 
worried look on his face and even had tears in his eyes-a rare event for 
him. He was trying to console me about the incident... guess he'd gotten 
the wrong idea about my passing out. 

" 'Don't worry, princess,' he was saying, 'everything will be all right.' He 
only called me 'princess' when everything wasn't all right, when he was 
worried about my condition such as in an accident. 'I'll never do it again, 
sweetheart, I promise! Daddy didn't know that this would happen to you, 
honest.' " 'Kiss the boo-boo?' I laughed showing him it was O.K. and had to 
stop him or he would've kissed the boo-boo just as in the old days when I 
had a hurt. Couldn't see him doing it to my asshole though... not Daddy. 
'Hey, Daddy, don't worry. I just got so carried away by the whole scene that 
I came too hard or something. I want you to promise me that you will do it 
again. In fact, right now!' "Well, Daddy was relieved, even glad that we 
could do it again. He told me that he really preferred it this way-not so 
much from the pregnancy point of view, but from the way an asshole 'rides' 
as he put it. He said an asshole was tighter, thus giving his dick more 
friction and a better come. He was super stoked when he found out that I 
liked it better than pussy-fucking. 

"I don't think we balled regular one time to every ten times we'd use the 
rear-entry position. So something that started out to be painful, turned out 
to be groovy. Makes me tend to stick with things more now-hoping it will 
turn out better in the end. 

"The way Judy finally got involved with our scene was an accident. She 
walked right in on us and took us by surprise one evening last summer. She 
was supposed to be spending the night over at her friend Shelley's-which as 
it turned out was a cover for her to see a guy named John. Well, somehow 
John turned out to be a piker or some such crap, and Judy'd had an argument 
with him and split on him. Thus, she came home and found Daddy and me in a 
very compromising position on the couch. The reason we ball in the living 
room so much is so we can watch TV while we're resting in between fucks. 
We're all TV freaks-no not the kind that dress up in the opposite sex's 
clothing-television, the tube. Nothing like getting head while some kid's 
showing how he got fewer cavities on the tube.... A real space-age 
happening for all you folks out there in TeeVeeland. 

"So we're going at it in our favorite way, Daddy pumping it to my ass, me 
bending over the coffee table with him crouched over me dog-style. We didn't 
even notice her arrival at first.... She came in so quiet and got real 
engrossed in what we were doing. Then whammo -I look up and there she is 
sitting in a chair in the corner, chomping on an apple, big old Cheshire cat 
smile on her face while she watches Daddy throw the meat into my hind end 
like there's no tomorrow. 

"I practically shit... and probably would've if I wouldn't have had a plug 
up my ass. I screamed, 'Daddy,' and he jerked up and saw her too. I've never 
felt a hard on go down that fast, but suddenly I felt it shrinking, 
unplugging my ass so that the strange hot mixture of come and shit and 
vaseline went sliding out, trickling down my hairy crack. , "Daddy jumped 
up, grabbing a towel that we keep handy to wipe ourselves off between balls 
when we get a marathon session like this one was supposed to be before the 
rude interruption, and sticking it in front of his organ. He walks over 
towards little sister, his face beet red, both from anger and 
humiliation-knowing Daddy it was mainly the latter since he hardly ever gets 
mad. But then these were really extenuating circumstances. 

"But he didn't know what to say when he got over there to her, just began 
blurting around, stuttering like a schoolboy. I was quick getting into my 
clothes, my whole body blushing with shame. Luckily sister surprised us by 
her confession she then made... easing the pressures on us considerably. 

'"Relax-I'm a big girl now, Daddy. I'm hep that you were- into this for the 
last year. And you've probably been doing it longer. I'm no virgin 
myself....' "That kind of got to us, but I think it surprised Daddy even 
more. He even made a threatening gesture towards her, slipping into the 
proper(?) role of the outraged parent. But it passed quickly when she came 
to her own defense with: 'C'mon, Daddy, what do you think... I was born 
yesterday? And you've got room to talk?' "He really wasn't ready for the 
last statement. He fairly crumpled under the implication, retracing his 
steps over to the couch where he sat with a heavy thud and buried his face 
in his hands. It was the only time I was to see him question his morals.... 
The whole situation we were in, out in the open. 

" 'Where have I gone wrong?' he moaned, near tears. He looked over to where 
Judy was sitting. 'Who was he?' was all he asked. 

" 'Who was who?' my sister shot back. God, she can sure be snotty when she 
gets a mind to. 

" 'The boy... the boy who... who showed you about... about sex.' For a 
man as hep to sex as he was, it seemed rather ironic that he had such a 
difficult time talking about that subject. 

" 'Not the boy, Daddy-many boys. I started when I was twelve, and I've been 
having it ever since. I've even debated with myself about tipping you off to 
the fact that I know what's been happening with you two for some time. But I 
didn't really know how to go about it... how you'd react, so I just let it 
slide. 

" 'Anyway, I'm almost fifteen, and Jo's almost seventeen, so why the beef? 
She was doing it when she was my age. I mean that's the way it is these 
days, Daddy. We know what's happening. So why the big deal? Why not just let 
me get in on some of the fun? It'd keep me off the streets and out of 
trouble anyway.' "Her little speech made both Daddy and me breathe easier. 
But it still took both of us a little while to adjust to the fact that she 
was getting to be a big girl now. We'd always thought of her as being such a 
baby... had to protect her from the harsh realities of the world. You know 
the bit. She went on telling us about some of her own experiences. By the 
time she was telling us about how she used to make up the library bit to get 
out and see the guys, we were laughing along with her, openly voicing the 
possibilities of making this family affair into a threesome. 

" 'I should spank you,' Daddy threatened her teasingly, noticeably relieved, 
and even acting as though he were ready to ball her on the spot. 

" 'Sorry, I'm not into that. It's for little kids and masochists and I don't 
happen to fall into either category. I'm a big girl now, Daddykins,' she 
told him saltily, 'and I have to have real gentle treatment.' "She couldn't 
have been more plain about it... really surprised us. She was actually much 
hepper than me when it came to knowing about her sexuality, since she'd had 
a much wider range of experience. We'd just have to test it out. 

"Daddy sat there for a few more minutes, smoking a cigarette and shaking his 
head. 'Well, kiddo, welcome to the club,' he laughed, stubbing out his 
cigarette in an ashtray on the coffee table. 'Might as well shuck down and 
see just how much my little girl has learned from all these... "happening" 
boys, as you call them.' Glancing over to me, he noticed that I'd started 
dressing. 'You too, sweets. We've barely started. I'll just throw this towel 
away, and you and your sister strip down and come over to papa. We'll see if 
we can work up some real family feeling!' "This had the promise of being a 
really unique experience. As my sister stripped down, I couldn't help but 
notice how much she'd developed in the past few months alone.... I never had 
boobs like that when I was her age. In fact, I still don't. Hers are good 
thirty-sixes. Of course, I saw her practically every day, but for some 
reason, probably since I'd always thought -of her as being a baby, I'd never 
really given her credit for the nice body she's got. 

"Well, I got to watch the first part, so I settled myself down on the couch 
as Daddy invited Sis to crawl down beside him on the floor. This would be a 
brand-new experience for me, watching somebody else do it, so I vowed to 
myself that I'd try not to do any pussy-petting while I watched-didn't want 
to get too excited and ruin it for when it came my turn. 

"But even as I watched Judy lie her trim body down next to Daddy's, I felt a 
strange stirring in my loins, anticipating the excitement to come. It sure 
looked strange, the way Daddy was now kissing my sister, running his hands 
wildly over her bare back and buttocks. I flashed on the fact that it must 
really look weird when I'm doing it with him. I felt just the slightest 
twinge of embarrassment for both of them as I sat there.... I mean, you 
don't have to twist a scene like that very far before it becomes laughable, 
even ludicrous, in nature. Not that I thought that very long... just a 
quick flash like I get sometimes. For in no time at all, I. was taking it 
with the utmost of seriousness... which is just about as serious as anyone 
can get. This is one thing you can't laugh off-not if you expect to get your 
rocks off. 

"I was really getting engrossed by the whole scene unfolding before me. 
Daddy had now rolled over on top of Judy and was working her over, up and 
down her squirming body, with his long tongue. I felt kind of jealous-he 
didn't do that much anymore with me, but then I guess it was my own fault 
since I was always so eager to skip the preliminaries and get that big cock 
stuffed up my ass. 

"When he'd come to her big titties he really had a field day, rolling them 
around with his hands and mouth, sucking on the nipples until they grew 
stiff. He really seemed all hung-up on them. Can't really blame him after 
the steady diet of mine. I caught myself comparing boobies with my little 
sister and for the first time reluctantly concluded that she was a winner in 
that category. Not that I'm any piker in that department... after all I'm 
not exactly one of those Vogue models, you know. 

"Once Daddy had finally played enough boobie games with sister, such as 
telephone the boobie, resting a head on one and talking to the other as if 
they were a telephone receiver (real original, huh?), he finally slid up to 
meet her eyes, arching his hindquarters up as if he were getting ready to 
sock the meat to her. And he was. He socked the meat to her, my sister 
helping him find her hole with his hand, her legs spread in the air to offer 
him wider access. 

"Man, I still couldn't get over how hep my sister really was. She seemed 
like a seasoned hooker the way she was egging Daddy on. And she seemed to 
know a lot of things about sex I didn't know... and I don't think Daddy did 
either, or he would've taught me about them. Like the loud cunt farts she 
made as he began plowing the meat to her. I can't make them even now that I 
know what they are. I just thought she was blowing regular old farts. But 
then, come to think of it, I know some things she doesn't, especially when 
it comes to taking it in the ass. She just won't sit still for it. 

"She sure was a regular loudmouth when he balled her... another thing that 
made me draw a quick comparison, made me blush when I thought of all the 
noises I made. But then my moans were just that-mostly groans, moans and 
other sound effects. I seldom voiced words, at least not as many as she did. 
She was a proverbial chatterbox, worse than a parrot, making very little 
sense with what she said. And her voice sounded so different, like a grown 
woman instead of the little girl voice we were so used to... almost as 
frantic as a madwoman. And the things she said! I picked up most of my dirty 
vocabulary from her. I never used to talk like that. She picked it up from 
the gang at school.... Now I know why she was so much more popular than me. 
I kept pretty much to myself, so some of the words were new ones on me. 
Words like fuck,' and 'suck,' and "blow' and 'do it.' I mean, words like 
them licks just chinga me in the old chongas, if you know what I mean. 

"Daddy was giving her the old what for by this time, his white; hair-covered 
ass bobbing in the breeze, Judy's thighs clamped tight around them. She 
could sure fuck from the looks of it, clawing at his back, biting at his 
ears, while her hips keep in unison with his, pounding so hard they raised 
off the floor on each stroke, their bellies making loud slapping noises as 
they met. 

"Man, this was sure getting me all horny again. I caught myself with my 
finger on my clit, rubbing like all get out, as I watched the excitement 
below me. Just what I'd promised myself I wouldn't do. Yet every single time 
I'd chide myself for doing it and put my hand in my lap, sure enough-I'd get 
engrossed in what was happening... next thing you know and there's my hand 
going after the snatch again. Well fuck this mess! It's just not hitting it 
at all.... I can't stand spectator sports. I'd just have to get in on the 
action somehow. 

"With the old proverb about 'if can't lend a hand then get your ass out of 
here' in mind, I decided to put in my little contribution into humanity, 
moving down to the floor and crawling over on my hands and knees until I was 
beside Daddy and Judy. Apathetic no more, I tried to figure just how I'd go 
about joining in... making my contribution. There were no available holes 
.... Well I spotted their mouths, but most of the time they were mashed 
together, making Judy's eyes even more glazed than they were. But even if 
there were an available orifice, it wouldn't do me much good since I had 
nothing to stuff in them. Oh, maybe a nipple, but that wouldn't go very far. 

"No, I had to find something to stick into my hole... only the best 
prospect for the task was occupied at the moment. Then I had it. His toe. No 
they were moving around too much. Wouldn't get very far with a toe job 
anyway. Ah, at last I figured a way I could make a contribution... no 
matter how small it may be... and small it was. Looking around, I spotted 
the jar of vaseline on the coffee table, so I scooted over to it, dipped my 
finger in and hooked a big gob. I don't think either one of them noticed 
what I was doing, but it didn't really matter since at least one of them 
would soon. Just had to do something to justify that itchy feeling inside my 
own snatch. 

"Smearing the goo all over my right index finger, I dragged it over to the 
rest of my family, prepared for the battle. Without formality, I positioned 
myself above Daddy's churning buttocks, looking deep into the black, curly 
jungle of his cleft. Reaching down with my left hand, I spread the cheeks 
until I found the dark opening I was looking for.... 

" "That you, Jo Anne?' Seems like Daddy had noticed my presence. 

" 'Well it sure ain't the Lone Ranger,' I replied wittily, shoving my finger 
into his surprised rectum, causing him to jump and shout. I have such a 
knocked-out sense of humor, people are always cracking up at the things I 
do. 

"Seems like Daddy didn't mind a little horsing around in his ass from the 
way he wriggled it around my finger. He even seemed to spend just a little 
more time on his upward arch, holding his butt up for just a second longer 
before slamming down into my little sister. My\ action helped her out too, 
because when he'd arch his butt up like that, he'd roll his ass around a bit 
to try and get all the action out of my finger that he could. That way, he 
moved his cock around in little circular motions inside her pussy that made 
her talk almost twice as fast as before, and a couple of times she dragged 
her long nails hard across Daddy's back, leaving thin, four-pronged welts 
that rose above the white skin and challenged the growth of hairs for room. 

"I really had to work to keep up with him. They were getting pretty close to 
coming off.... In fact I think she'd already started from the way she was 
panting and yelling, and they were going pretty fast, even with the slight 
pauses at the top of the downswing. I had to really move my arm fast to keep 
up with it, or else lose my finger. A couple of times when he was buried 
full-hilt, he clenched his butt-cheeks real hard and practically snapped my 
finger off. 

"The smell of their sex was overwhelming my nostrils at this close range... 
something I'd never really noticed that much when I was involved... not 
until afterwards at any rate. It was a heady, rich aroma that only added to 
my horny condition. Even though I was now an active part of humanity, I was 
receiving little in the way of reciprocal trade at the time. 

"But I was sooooo horny... just couldn't wait. So I was right back where I 
started... except that I now had a front-row seat and got to halfass 
participate. Only one thing to do. My left hand made a beeline for my pussy 
and began to pet to beat the band. When I found my clit, floating around in 
my sea of jello, I pinched at it real hard, making the juices really begin 
to flow. 

"But this still wasn't as good as getting it in the ass. It'd do until the 
ship came in though. Daddy started coming about then and his reaction was so 
heavy that I had to quickly withdraw my finger lest it get bitten right off 
by the jaws of his ass. Man, does his butt go through funny spasms when he 
comes. As my finger popped out, he let out a big stinky fart that almost hit 
me between the eyes. I pulled back to let them bounce around on the floor, 
squeezing the life out of each other as they drained their juices into each 
other. 

"I just sat there, my left hand rubbing sparks on my hot clit, sucking the 
shit-coated vaseline off my business finger with my mouth. Didn't taste bad 
.... The aroma made me all the more excited as it penetrated my nostrils 
from outside and inside. 

"Things got all swimmy about then, I was coming to a come. I just leaned 
back and enjoyed my self-stimulation, sucking my finger dry as the juices 
started flowing from my tummy down below. I lost all track of reality for a 
brief moment, letting myself get carried away in my solo lust flight. And 
then... ah, ah, AHHHHHHH... I came. 

"When I looked up, Daddy and Judy were lying there in a collapsed state: 
Judy on her back; Daddy leaning on his elbows. Both looked tired, but 
registered amusement as they looked at me, having just completed jacking 
off. 

"There was only one thing I could say: " 'Well?' "I'm never at a loss for 
words. 

"They took pity on me, telling me to come over and relax with them for a 
minute before I got my just dessert. Had to wait while Daddy prepared the 
dessert, though, and that would take about ten minutes or so, judging from 
his track record. It took eleven minutes-one cigarette and a little coaxing 
from his eldest daughter. His eldest daughter-that's me! What a coincidence, 
us being in the same room and all. Think of that! 

"But before the short break was up, his eldest daughter, that being me again 
as my sister had yet to pass me in age (in fact she still hasn't), had 
engineered it so that she'd get it in the end... just the way she'd always 
wanted it. She was so happy as she bent over the couch, her body stretched 
along the surface of it, her knees on the floor... she could hardly contain 
herself. But she soon was to be contained by-or would be containing-a cock. 
In fact, as soon as Daddy had put a generous helping of vaseline on the head 
of his cock and had worked it manually until he had a big old erection, it 
was me who was containing the said cock. That's because I am the she 
referred to, but I'd better cut this shit out, this switching cases or else 
I'll miss out on the cock. 

"At that very moment, I was very definitely containing that cock, and the 
part of me that housed this object was known as my asshole. 

"And it did feel good. Let me make that perfectly clear-it felt just 
wonderful. 

"And to top everything off, we had a side- show. Sister had straddled my 
shoulders on the top of the couch there... her weight pressing down and 
adding to my joy. Remember how I said that I like feeling a lot of weight on 
me... the way it made me feel bound, like I couldn't get away? Remember 
that? Well, then maybe you weren't paying attention! 

"But her weight just added to my pleasure, it made me feel so helpless... 
like I was impaled on a stake from behind and being squashed by an elephant 
on my shoulders and neck. Not that Judy is an elephant. She's got a perfect 
figure. 

"But she wasn't sitting there just because she liked the view-no, she had 
ulterior motives. Not to mention a wet ass from her fuck with Daddy. She was 
there, friends and neighbors, because her greedy little cunt was going to 
receive some more attention, just like my greedy ass was receiving. To each 
her own. Only Daddy was attacking her other part with another object quite 
different from the one with which he was reaming me... being that he had 
only one of those. Daddy, bent over my back so that his head fit nicely into 
her snatch, ate out sister's snatch with his tongue. To each his own. 

"I couldn't see what was going on-all I could see was a little bit of Daddy 
when I craned my neck around, since sister's fat hips blocked my view. But I 
could hear what was going on. 

" 'Slurp, gulp, scluuup.' "Not an exact re-creation... you had to be there, 
but it should give you some idea. 

"And sister with her: " 'Fuck, suck, do it, groooooovy....' "Every time 
Daddy hit a particularly good lick on her clit, or rammed his tongue real 
deep in her snatch... whatever one does when one eats hair pie... 
sometimes he'd do something that must've been extra special to Judy, because 
she'd yell real loud and bounce around on my neck and make me really feel 
her weight. Really great for me. 

"What with the way her weight was shifting around, and with me moving my 
hinder parts to Daddy's screwing, my tits were rubbing hard against the 
rough material of the couch, mashed down flat as they were, making my 
nipples tingle with excitement. 

"Man, oh man, I was getting half spaced with the way Daddy was socking it to 
my back hole, but soon I was fully spaced and heading for power space. That 
groovy first stage of pleasure-pain that I'd grown to love began to take 
over, making my guts go through spasmic contortions. 

"I was babbling something almost as incoherent as Judy's irregular speech 
pattern... maybe even worse since mine is a more primitive, barbaric 
growling. I was tearing at the upholstery of the couch frantically as my 
family did their respective numbers on me. 

"I guess Daddy was really excited about the whole trip-having little sister 
in the fold now too, 'cause he was ramming that mother of his in me harder 
than ever before, his massive balls slapping wetly against my ass cheeks 
with each mighty thrust. I secretly wished that my hole could stretch even 
wider, so that just once my rectal tissues could get acquainted with his 
soft balls... maybe even wide enough so that I could feel what a truck 
would feel like if it drove up there. I know that sounds silly, but I'm so 
anally oriented that I could really go crazy with a tank being driven up 
there; "By this time, my sister was really bucking around on top of me, 
causing Daddy to move some just trying to keep up with her movements. One of 
her hands grabbed at my head in an effort for her to keep better balance and 
snagged some of my hair painfully, but it only added to the total pleasure 
for me. By now I had gone into the stage where all feelings blend for me, 
all part of the whole. 

"Poor Daddy, though. I don't know just how he was able to keep it all 
together. I mean with two major things like that happening at once- having 
to keep pace with his great cock in my bottom, and trying to eat out my 
sister at the same time, her writhing around like a stuck snake to boot. 
Well, I shouldn't really give him sympathy-I'm sure it's one of the neatest 
jobs he's ever had to do. 

"I'll say one thing for him... he never missed a beat in ramming it to my 
fanny, kept pumping 'er right in the old brown hole with as steady a beat as 
the Stones ever put behind one of their hits. And my sister would probably 
say the same thing for him... the way she was reacting to his head job, she 
sure wasn't complaining about his efforts. 

"But as all good things must come to an end so did this tale... in my end 
... that's where my tail is-I mean where this tale ended. Right at the end 
of Daddy's cock. I was trying my damndest to keep from coming... but I was 
so far out there I wasn't even sure who I was. Just somewhere in the middle 
of a swirling whirlpool, harpooned at the end of a big one.... I could feel 
my sister already coming from the wet feeling on my back. I'm sure it was 
cool by the time it dripped down there, but it felt like dry ice it was so 
hot... I mean the way my senses interpreted it. I was off into that thing 
I've been telling you about, remember? So all the things that happened 
externally got all twisted around by the time my brain got around to sorting 
it out for internal use. Or something like that-it's really hard for me to 
communicate just what that feeling does to me. But I can sure tell you that 
I'm always ready to feel it again any old time! 

"But there I was... hovering on the brink of forever-ever land when the 
explosion came inside... triggered by my very own Daddy's come. Whew-what 
senses I had left in my cooked brain silently thanked Daddy for bringing me 
down... like not a down trip, you understand, but kept me from flipping 
right out of my wig for good. I'm too young to die, just not ready for it. 

"Like a little old girl like me can only stand just so much ecstasy... and 
I'd gone far beyond the limits I'd ever experienced before.... Try to get 
higher the next time... that way you've always got something to look 
forward td. So I was really busting my balls, as the expression goes, 
getting my rocks off real good when I'm talking about down. Not bummer down 
... but good old funky, down-home, dirty, boogie-woogie down, as Judy would 
put it. 

"So I'm just coming so hard that I faint... I do that a lot, don't I----Read 
too much of Shelley, I guess... that fucker was always swooning. But when I 
get too far gone that's what happens. It's probably a protection valve to 
keep us from getting too far out like I was talking about before. Actually I 
don't faint that much... I can only remember two or three other times be- 
sides the ones I told you about. After all, I wanted to tell you the best 
parts, the parts underlined, as they say, so that you wouldn't get caught in 
that old ho-hum everyday mediocre thing. 

"It was probably the addition of Judy that had made everything be just too 
much for me... the news of what she was into was enough alone to floor me. 
Much less suck a good bugger job from Daddy. When I pass out like that, it's 
a groovy thing, don't get me wrong. Right before it happens, everything gets 
real bright, very intense... and then I go swirling down into never-never 
land. 

"That's all I can say except that I'm sure pissed at Judy for blowing the 
whole thing. I guess she really couldn't help it though, she didn't really 
mean it. The only thing that gets me through those dreadful sessions with my 
shrink, when he tries to redefine my character (which is just their way of 
putting it to you) and rechannel my ideas away from the incestuous paths, 
however, is by fantasizing that I'm with Daddy, and he has his cock up my 
ass, rocking me night-night." 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Boys Will Be Girls 

"What a drag my thirty-second birthday turned out to be... and I do mean 
drag. I'd gotten to know so many drag queens in my recent history that it 
seemed like every queen in the Bay Area had shown to pay homage to the fact 
that I was another step closer to the grave. And they love to rub it in, 
those silly gooses. Oh, see how they are! 

"Actually it would have been simply marvy if it had happened a couple of 
years ago... back when my fascination with transvestites was at its zenith 
.... But now... well, like so many other things in what was rapidly 
becoming my 'jaded past,' they were becoming passe. I'd had my fill of these 
mincing, bitchy shemales and was restless for something new.... No not their 
fault, really-mine. I just couldn't seem to find my 'thing' as they call it. 
It seemed like everything I'd strived for and wanted, that every goal I 
sought to achieve was only there so that once I had captured the prize I 
could choose to ignore it. The only fascination seemed to be in stalking the 
prey... not in the meal. Oh, see how I am! 

"It's not that I really have anything against drag queens-some of my best 
friends are transvestites-it's just that I was tired of the scene, tired of 
having to undress the prissy bastards only to be disappointed by their 
obvious maleness. And so many of them won't let you touch certain parts... 
like especially areas where they've had to try harder to enjoy being a girl. 
Like where they tape their chest together in order to give the impression of 
cleavage.... Most of them won't let you touch them there. It's really hard 
to get a thing going when you have to tiptoe around; pussyfoot, as if you're 
in a China shop. 

"So besides being a tribute to my birthday, I vowed this would be a farewell 
party to my drag friends... a vow which I've lived up to incidentally. I 
hadn't met Vince by this time, so I was really cutting myself off. But I 
just couldn't picture myself growing old with this crowd. Especially since I 
had to do the pushing with them.... I had to give in to my real feelings. I 
wanted to take it in the ass myself. 

"I suppose the drag bit was just my way of procrastinating, of easing my way 
into the gay world from straight society. I actually thought I was straight 
until I was twenty-five... despite what my repeated failure with girls kept 
telling me. Oh, I performed admirably upon occasion, but that was the 
exception to the rule----I usually failed miserably. Upon these failures I 
would immediately rationalize the trouble away, blaming it on the girl. I 
never knew the real nature of my curious self until I picked up a drag queen 
in a bar in New York one night. I had no idea the she I thought I was 
getting was a male. Otherwise I wouldn't have had anything to do with it. 
But once we got to my room... played the seduction game... well, there was 
a cock there between her... its... his legs. It probably would have blown 
my mind an hour before... but I was so sexed up that for some reason it 
only drove me on to perform in a manner I had never thought myself capable 
of. I really had been fooled by this... had really thought this blond 
beauty to be a girl. You know it's an amazing thing the way some drag queens 
look. Many of them are better at being women than most women I knew. 

"Needless to say, the event reshaped my life. I decided to burn the bridges, 
pulled up stakes and moved to San Francisco. But it was a couple, three 
years before I really got into the high drag society. And now after a few 
years of it I'd had enough. 

"I now realized that it was I who wanted to take the feminine role, that I 
had just been cushioning my sensibilities from the shock that I was gay. And 
I was a passive gay.... I really wanted the cock I was shoving up some drag 
queen's ass to be put up mine. 

"Not that I had the slightest desire to dress up in women's clothing myself 
... not my bag. For me it would have been ludicrous anyway. I'd sure have to 
invest in some electrolysis to zap my beard for a starter. No I just enjoy 
the passive role, and with these people there just could be no way. 

"But just for old times' sake, I paired off with Artie, or I should say 
'Ann' as he-she likes to be known, and headed for my bedroom as the 
festivities were breaking up. On the street it'd be impossible to tell the 
difference between Artie and a girl. In fact he must get lots of looks by 
men thinking he's a girl... a real good-looker. Artie has the key features 
of femininity to start out with... it'd probably have worked out better for 
him in the long run if he'd have been born a girl. He has a delicate face, 
high cheekbones that set off the deepest, most gorgeous eyes you've ever 
seen. He helps add to the mirage by careful use of makeup, eye liner, false 
eyelashes, lipstick, a wig... one of several styles he owns. I can attest 
to the fact that most classy drag queens I know have better taste when it 
comes to cosmetics than most women I know. 

"Artie also has an advantage over some of the less fortunate queens in that 
he is a very small man, maybe 5'6" in his stocking feet, with a small, 
slender frame that couldn't weigh more than 130 or so. What with shaving his 
legs, some tape, a little padding and he's in business... outclassing even 
the best hookers I ever saw on Broadway. That ebony body of his attracts 
more construction workers than even John Lindsay. Fortunately for Artie, 
this is California, and so far the construction workers out here have been 
less physical in their demands than their eastern brothers. Man, if one of 
those guys ever picked up Artie and got him shucked down for the goodies, 
would he ever be surprised... probably pissed, too. 

"So this was to be farewell to Artie... no big emotional thing, though. 
Drag queens are too hung on themselves to really form a deep relationship 
with anyone anyway. Oh, they can pre- tend-oh, can they ever. But mainly 
they are very fickle... cattier than most women, so it just won't do to get 
hung on one. My relationship with Artie was strictly physical, as it was 
with the rest of them. 

"With Artie, and many of my other drag friends, it was a session where his 
clothes remained on. It takes away from the skin-to-skin contact that can be 
so stimulating, but from a fetishistic standpoint it adds to the illusion, 
the desired effect being that you are supposed to believe you are performing 
with a woman. If the queens peeled off their garments the illusion would be 
rudely shattered. 

"So Artie remained fully clothed-looking positively alluring in his yellow 
minidress. It contrasts so well with his dark skin... my own personal 
favorite. He went to his knees the moment we entered the bedroom, intent on 
going after my cock, size queen that he is. I've got a fairly large one and 
the guys like Artie who are hung on such things go really Crazy for it. But 
as long as this was to be the last, I wanted it my way... didn't feel like 
being eaten. I wanted a quickie... wanted my cock in something a little 
more substantial than a mouth. Like his ass. 

"He got a little bitchy when I told him that it was going to be a quickie, 
but I reminded him that there were plenty of other girls outside and that I 
could just as soon go get one of them. He reluctantly complied with my 
wishes, bending over the back of a large chair so that his buttocks were 
thrust up in the air, just the right angle for my cock. 

"I was reminded of the reason why I had chosen Artie as I raised his dress 
and bunched it up on his back before slipping my fingers into the waistband 
of his wispy black panties and tugged them down, revealing a nice tight 
little ass... like two black apples. He had the best behind of the bunch, 
his hips actually flaring out nearly as much as a woman's. Even though I was 
determined to concentrate on being the receptor on my future meetings, I 
wanted to preserve the illusion of balling a woman as long as I was still 
delving into the drag bag, so to speak. 

"From a table next to the chair, I took my tube of KY jelly and greased my 
cock with it, pulling at it in a masturbatory motion to stiffen it for the 
task at hand. Then, without further ceremony, I placed my hands on the black 
hips, securing my victim, then pressed the head of my cock against his 
asshole. 

"I didn't use my hand to guide it in, knowing that a few hard prods would 
make the tight ring of his anus begin to give. I really had to shove hard 
though, my shaft almost bending in two on a couple of thrusts, but finally 
the opening gave, allowing me to thrust in about three inches, my cock 
throbbing as it felt the mush of his tissues. 

"Artie gave out a little gasp as I sunk my rod deeper into his ass, rending 
the tissues under my assault. I didn't move though-get into the regular in 
and out motion--just sank my cock to the base and let it stay put, throbbing 
against his prostate, driving him mad with the anticipation of wondering 
just when I'd start. 

"Finally I did, pulling out slowly, almost to the very tip of my cock, then 
slammed in with all my might, my balls clapping mightily against his hard 
butt at the end of my long stroke. I wasn't going to fool around. Every 
stroke was faster than the one before, building our passions at an 
incredible rate. When I say quickie I mean it. I can last a long time if I 
want to, but the territory was so well covered from my point of view, 
becoming so mundane, that I wanted to satisfy my own lusts and get the hell 
out. To hell with anyone else, the way they felt. Of course, all that's 
changed since I fell for Vince. 

"I just pumped away in that mushy ass of his as fast as my cock would take 
me, gripping his sides with cruel strength, using him like a receptacle for 
my waste. I could feel a tight hotness in my balls, as my jizz began to 
brew, readying for the expulsion. Sensing that I was near completion, I 
threw everything I had behind the next few strokes, really bruising that 
prostate of his, causing him to squirm with ecstasy. Just a couple more.... 

"Wham, thank you ma'am... er sir. I was spilling my seed deep in his 
rectum, causing him to call out my name in his ecstasy. Or what he thought 
was my name. He thought I was Rudy. One of the things that pisses me off 
about these fickle fuckers. My name's not Rudy, it's Walter. I'm a 
cocksucker, work the South Bay beat.... "Anyway I came for the last time in 
a drag queen's ass. And I wasn't even savoring the situation that much. 
Enough... it wasn't exactly all work, otherwise I'd never be able to get it 
up to do the job. There has to be some pleasure, somewhere when you come. It 
just didn't seem like enough to me, like I was missing out on something. And 
was I ever right. It took a real man like Vince to bring it out of me. And 
did he ever!" 

 Even though homosexuals are generally thought to be hung-up in the oral 
stage of development, there are many who are anally oriented such as Walter. 
Walter has a distinct advantage over many of his fellow gays, however, in 
the fact that he has a good understanding of his peculiarities, and has 
adjusted fairly well to the neurosis, for that is what homosexuality is. Not 
that it's that different from anyone living in this society-it's normal to 
be neurotic. 

Both orality and anality have their biggest stronghold in the world of the 
homosexual. Anality is especially predominant among male homosexuals. They 
are forced to find alternatives for their obvious lack of a vaginal orifice. 
There is increasing evidence that many homosexuals, like so many 
sado-masochists, have been retarded in the anal stage of development Freud 
talked so much about. 

It is unusual to find a homosexual who is so aware of his psychosomatic 
development, but perhaps because Walter was able to see the development so 
slowly, by degrees, he was better able to adapt to it than most. Since his 
affairs with the transvestites, he has found happiness with another man by 
the name of Vince. Here he was able to learn more about tactile, direct 
stimulation, and found it to be much more satisfactory than the more 
fetishistic mental state he previously became enmeshed in. Now he tends not 
to rationalize his behavior so much as formerly. 

Homosexuality is fairly widespread among our society, with estimates being 
as high as 15-20% of the adult male population. Kinsey was careful to show 
differentiation between the practicing, almost exclusively homosexual man, 
and the many men who might have dabbled with it in their adolescence or, 
perhaps out of either curiosity or lack of available women, later on in 
their adult lives. He has a rating scale of one to six by which he 
classified men as being either strongly overt in their desires for 
homosexual contact, or less so, by gradual gradation until we reach the 
heterosexual category. 

Kinsey's scale of heterosexual-homosexual factors as found in the male: 
0-Exclusively heterosexual. 1-Predominantly heterosexual, only incidentally 
homosexual. 

2-Predominantly heterosexual, but more than incidentally homosexual. 

3-Equally heterosexual and homosexual (often referred to as bisexual, 
although the classification is not entirely generically correct). 

4-Predominantly homosexual, but more than incidentally heterosexual. 
5-Predominantly homosexual, but incidentally heterosexual. 6-Exclusively 
homosexual. 

Because of the new abundance of information, and the militant organizations 
in the homophile community, homosexuality is now becoming more tolerated by 
society as a whole, even though there are those who openly show contempt for 
them. Traditionally, male homosexuals have had a much harder go of it than 
their sister lesbians, primarily due to the fact that men have always been 
cast in the role of aggressor in the functioning of society. Therefore a 
male who exhibits behavior that is deviant is thought of as being more a 
threat to the cogs of that society, while a woman who prefers other women 
was not considered a detriment to the natural flow and function of the 
system. Gradually, this attitude is giving way to a more liberal viewpoint 
that allows free sexual expression between consenting adults. Unfortunately, 
the laws are dragging far behind the enlightenment of the public. 

Homosexuality is an acquired trait, despite the fact that many homosexuals 
themselves prefer to rationalize that they were born that way. It oftentimes 
develops as a result of a son's strong attachment to his mother-what Freud 
labels the Oedipus Complex, although all those males falling under the spell 
of this syndrome need not be homosexuals. A male child may well develop 
feminine traits because he identifies with his mother or sister and imitates 
them. Parents sometimes encourage such behavior, inverted identification 
with the opposite sex, not realizing the tragic possibilities. Many mothers 
are over-protective of their male children, making them into sissified 
"mama's boys." Often a basic feeling of inferiority is fostered by a mother 
who means well but sets off a trend of homosexuality that appears in his 
late adolescence or adult life. 

There is a residue of the abnormal in all of us. If the libido reaches its 
highest goal of development, heterosexuality, then the individual may be 
regarded as "normal." However, if for various psychological reasons, the 
sexual instinct fails to mature properly, the person is more apt to seek a 
sexual gratification in keeping with his immature sexual development. For 
this reason the majority of psychiatrists consider homosexuals to be, by and 
large, neurotic. Of course there are those who find nothing wrong with such 
behavior. It all depends upon the ideas, and perhaps sexual tastes, of the 
psychiatrist. 

These emotionally deprived individuals tend to view the opposite sex with 
fear. They are considered abnormal only in the sense that their sexual 
behavior represents a regression to childhood, an escape from the biological 
responsibilities assumed by heterosexual adults. In other aspects of their 
lives, such as their jobs, hobbies, etc. many homosexuals seem to be 
'straighter' than the next guy. 

Homosexuals tend to be quite narcissistic, and their gratifications seem 
best accomplished by onanistic means, where the sex partner is viewed merely 
as an object through which to achieve satisfaction, much like other 
fetishists such as sadomasochists. Their own pleasures must come first, 
irrespective of what others think about their conduct. Many have no scruples 
when it comes to their needs; these are the small minority who give the rest 
of the homophile population a bad name by such acts as seducing adolescents. 
An analysis of their methodology reveals their love for child's play, their 
liking for dressing differently, mimicking the opposite sex, and indulging 
in emotional tantrums. In groups, some analysts insist, they are prone to 
manifest symptoms characteristic of a neurotic child. Analysts refer to such 
behavior as "psychosexual infantilism." Many homosexuals have never been 
psychologically weaned from the bottle or nipple, hence the strong oral 
fixation. Still others encountered difficulty with toilet training and have 
strong anal fixations. 

Such a fixation has Walter, even though he was into his thirties before he 
gave in to the desire. Many individuals fight to suppress such tendencies 
once they are aware of their presence. Not so with Walter. He sought; to 
adjust as best he could to the situation, especially once he settled with 
his latest lover, Vince. He tries as best he can to make his relationship 
seem normal, although there are some drawbacks, as he tells us here in his 
own words: "Having once again scuttled my life, I moved to Los Angeles to 
start again. I vowed to stay away from the dragstrip crowd of Hollywood 
Boulevard and kept my lights off and my doors locked on Halloween. I found a 
job almost immediately-no problem, since I am one of the best interior 
decorators in the business, even if I do say so myself. 

"But I wasn't to really achieve the happiness I wanted, despite the fact 
that I was satisfied with my job, my new home and all, until I met Vince 
last year. Since then I haven't really come down. Life's been a dream since 
then. 

"Of course, without benefit of matrimony (and that's really no defense these 
days) I have no way of insuring the fact that we will remain together 
throughout our lives, and there is always that fear in the back of my mind 
that he may leave me some day. After all, he's seven years younger, and such 
a handsome dog. But he's taught me how to throw away all the labels, all the 
fears that kept me from really enjoying my homosexual experiences to the 
fullest in the past. I now know that I can achieve great physical sensation 
with anyone I have real feelings for, if I just let myself relax and go with 
the natural flow of the body. But I'm sure the dimension of love adds a lot 
to the appreciation of orgasm, and I would have a great void in my life to 
fill if he left me. But I'm sure I could find someone else later... time is 
a great healer. For now, I have to try and bury such thoughts and just enjoy 
the wonderful world of 'now' with my sweet Vince. "He's so strong! 

"I met him at an auto race... one of my old friends from New York races 
autos-not really driving them... he hires drivers for his cars. And Vince 
was doing a photo story on my friend when we were out at the track that day. 
Vince is a photographer. A strong photographer. 

"After my day at the races I was invited to join my old friend Phil and his 
party for dinner at the Blank Blank. Phil was one of the few old friends 
that I'd kept from my New York days, and I'd told him about my homosexual 
diversions even before I'd left. He's queer, too... only for women 
unfortunately. Imagine, only a year older than me and he's been married 
three times already. He's fortunate that his father left him with a cool 
nine million, otherwise he'd never be able to afford the alimony. 

"His current wife, a young silly thing, was as pretty as they come, and as 
empty as a parking lot at two in the morning... window dressing. That's 
Phil-all show. I don't think she was a day over nineteen. But all the men in 
his party, some racing tycoons and old friends, just couldn't keep their 
eyes off her. My eyes were captured by something I considered much more 
attractive. 

"And his eyes were looking me over pretty well too. 

"Just one of those moments that is difficult to describe, but Vince and I 
just clicked the instant we'd met. I hadn't had a chance to see him up close 
at the track. When I was down in the pits, he'd been away getting some shots 
of other cars. And from the bleachers later on, I could barely make out the 
cars, as they spun around crazily and smokily, much less tell who was who 
down in the pits from that distance. But that night I was overwhelmed at 
this man.... I'd never seen such a guy. 

"Just gorgeous-that's the only way I know how to describe him! About 6'2", 
eyes of blue... steel blue that can gaze right through me sometimes. He's 
got the build of a fighter with the manners of a well-heeled gentleman. 
That's a rare combination in this day and age. Golden blond hair like the 
guys in the movies but no one in real life has... right? Just knocked me 
off my feet. 

"He was hip to the scene-gay, that is, from the way he was looking at me. We 
found a way for both of us to be excused so we could feel each other out, 
verbally of course, in the bar. 

Over a scotch and water and a vodka martini, we unfolded our lives in front 
of each other... the same old small talk, but maybe a little more to the 
point since we were checking each other out to see if we could swing later 
on. 

"And did we ever! My place about midnight. I had never experienced total 
domination the way he was able to put me through-just wild! Not brutal 
domination-the good, gentle kind. For the first time in my life, I'd felt 
like I'd been through something meaningful... didn't feel used or that I 
had used someone. And I'd never come so hard... never had been used from 
the rear the way he used me. I was his for the asking. And the strange thing 
was, he was asking, so I must have made an equally good impression. 

"Anyhow, after a few months of getting together infrequently for weekend 
'quickies,' either in New York or L.A., he decided to move his operation out 
west so we could be together all the time. He was a free lance so it didn't 
really matter. In fact he'd actually be spending more time on the Coast 
since most of his recent contacts had been in California. Even before he met 
me he'd been considering the move. 

"He moved right in with me... we weren't fooling around by this time. We 
both knew we Were in love and we'd just have to face up to it like any man 
and his... man. I had a really big home... still do... I'm paying enough 
for it. But we had more than enough room for the two of us. 

"We get along so well, socially and in the sack, that it's really 
incredible. I can't even remember us ever having had a fight... nothing 
serious anyway. I'll give you an idea of our typical love life. I guess what 
happened last night is as typical as any. Besides, the details would be 
fresher in my mind than something that happened, say, two months ago. The 
minute details are minor, they may change from one night to the next to give 
us some needed variety, but the end results are always the same-checking out 
A-O.K. in all departments. 

"Last night Vince snuck up on me by surprise to get the evening going. I'd 
gotten home well before him... he had a late shooting assignment, so I 
cleaned some vegetables for dinner, made myself a drink, then jumped in the 
shower for a quick fresher-upper. I didn't expect him for a good hour or 
hour an a half. 

" 'Boo!' He practically scared the shit out of me. He'd come home early and 
looked for me... heard the shower, crept in and shouted at me. I was all 
soaped up, my eyes closed tight... just relaxed as hell in the steam and 
sharp needles of the shower when he came out of nowhere with that scary 
stuff. A person is about as vulnerable as he'll ever be when he's in the 
shower. I guess we all have that secret dread of being attacked in the 
shower when we're all naked and defenseless. Hitchcock's Psycho documented 
it pretty well I think.... So I regain my composure, dropping the soap I 
was lathering myself with. But this was no time to play 'drop the soap.' You 
know the bit, the straight cat in a shower in the navy.., scared to bend 
over and pick up the soap for fear some old timer'll grab him and drive him 
from behind? 

"Anyway, to top it off, just as I was getting over the flash of fear, a numb 
pain in my foot takes over... the soap had hit it. I pulled my foot up and 
grabbed it in pain, almost slipping as I hopped. 

"'Bitch!' I screamed at him in my helpless rage... lashing out more at the 
circumstances than him. 

" 'Well, I was going to apologize... get in there and make it up to you, 
but....' " 'Forgiven... make it up to me!' As I said, we never really 
fight. My temper outburst was very short-lived. All I needed was the promise 
of his big hands working on me there in the shower to straighten the 
situation out. 

" 'Don't forget the KY,' I reminded him. The cabinet door slammed just as I 
said it... he was a step ahead of me. 

'"Hand me the brush!' Good thinking. So many times we forget to grease the 
brush up when we're in the shower... we discovered it could be a lot of fun 
way back when. Like he might be giving me head and I want a little extra, so 
I'll have him ram the handle of the plastic bath brush up my ass. Feels 
great. But if he's forgotten to lube it up beforehand, and we're in some 
critical point in our action, it ruins everything to have to stop to go 
through all that. But I just can't stand them ungreased... tears me a new 
asshole every time. 

"As my blond Apollo stepped into the shower stall, bath brush in hand, I saw 
that he had applied a generous smear of the substance to his long, slim cock 
... just in case he decided to stick that up my ass instead of the brush. We 
try not to plan out everything we're going to do when we start a sex session 
... that way we go with whatever seems best at the time. A spontaneous 
session is always groovier, since there may be some nice surprises in store. 

"We have a nice big shower stall with plenty of room for both of us. I 
lately installed a huge water heater, so we can stay in there almost 
forever, getting all the hot water we want. With the steam we add to the 
steam that results from the shower, our mirror gets pretty fogged-up, to say 
the least. 

"First off he moved that muscular body close to me, hooked his arms around 
my waist to pull me close, then planted a wet kiss on my mouth that 
immediately got my blood flowing. Then he stepped closer to the spray to wet 
himself down, picked up the soap and began lathering up. 

"I can nearly get it off just by watching him as he goes through the 
movements of any activity, his thick muscles flexing and unflexing 
throughout his body, wave after wave of rippling, well-coordinated flesh. 
The deep tan he always wears, split by the sharp band of white where his 
bikini trunks go, adds to the sculptured effect of his body, makes one think 
of bronze replicas of Greek and Roman statues. How fitting that homophile 
lovemaking is referred to as 'Greek' or 'Roman' arts. 

" 'Greek' always has the added connotation, to me anyway, of taking it in 
the ass. And we all know how I feel about that-it's right up my alley! 

"Once he was as well lathered as me, we both moved back under the spray to 
wash it off, aiding the process by rubbing motions of our hands. Only we 
weren't touching our own bodies. And then more soap... we go for the more 
intimate areas, areas that get much cleaner, to our way of thinking, when 
done by the other member. For instance, I was washing out the crack of his 
buttocks now, making wonderful squishing sounds with the generous lather I 
was gooshing through the cleft. I paid special attention to his asshole, 
making sure it was free of any dingle-berries. 

"And now he repaid me in kind, giving me a little extra since he knows that 
my universe centers around my anal area. He should know... he's the one 
that taught me. He ends it all by plunging a pinky partway up... a promise 
of things to come... like a preview of coming attractions. He'll wiggle it 
around a couple of times, just to tease me, before taking it out again and 
slapping me lightly on the ass as a signal for me to get it under the spray 
and rinsed off. 

"And now we move to the front areas, doing our respective work 
simultaneously, missing no dirt on the center attraction as the skins are 
usually stretched taut over erect cocks. We have to be very careful when we 
do this or we'll come too soon. We've practically precluded the use of 
washcloths since the roughness against the sensitivity of our cockheads 
often caused us to ejaculate prematurely. 

"But even our hands, testing the hardness of the other's excitability, 
caused the temperatures to rise... in turn, of course, affecting the 
stiffness----Witness the old axiom: 'the heat of the meat determines the 
angle of the dangle,' or some such sport, I'm told. 

"And from there, our personal hygiene was neglected... we were just about 
finished up anyway. Our arms snaked around each other's backs, pulling our 
mouths close until our lips parted for the other's probing tongue. His was 
like a roadrunner-better yet, a lizard. It flitted throughout my mouth 
nervously, stopping on a dime to cut a right or left angle as the wriggling 
tip searched out some new area of my mouth, the ridges on the roof, under my 
tongue, over the teeth.... "My tongue did its best to contain his faster 
instrument, but as always he won the battle of the tongues. But then, that 
was the point... for him to win. Over poor little helpless old me. 

"Our hands were slipping and sliding up and down our waterlogged bodies, the 
steady needles splaying off our shoulders, trickling in little rivulets down 
our backs and chests. The steam puffed by in a steady flow of patched 
clouds, adding to the humidity of our torsos as we pressed to one another. 
The steady hsssssss contained songs only we could hear. 

"Now his hands, were kneading steadily at my buttocks, pinching the tender 
flesh into rippling rolls, bringing a slight, but pleasant, pain to them. 
His lips broke away from mine, trailing a thin string of transparent saliva, 
leaving my mouth with a sudden empty feeling. Pulling my own tongue back 
into its proper place did little to assuage the void left in the wake of his 
tongue's wet presence. But thoughts concerning that piece of flesh were cut 
short when it suddenly began licking the ultrasensitive flesh just below the 
ear. 

"I, too, was working my hands over his body, paying special attention to the 
small of his back which I knew to be one of his most vulnerable spots. I 
tried to touch it as slightly as possible so as to effect something similar 
in nature to a tickling sensation, brushing my fingers lightly in a circular 
motion, skipping quickly from surface to the air just above it. It was 
pretty tricky to handle it since we were both moving around quite a bit, 
gyrating, from the thrills we were manipulating to each other's bodies, 
bracing against each other to keep from slipping to the floor of the 
slippery shower stall. 

"But as our passions grew to greater and greater proportion, our heads 
swimming dizzily, it became increasingly difficult to maintain one's 
equilibrium. But Vince had sensed this a split second before me... he 
always must, as he leads the action. Suddenly breaking the rhythm we had 
established, he reached up and pinched one of my nipples sharply as a signal 
that it was time to get on with more serious matters. 

"He slipped down my body, his hands tight around my back for support as he 
did so, until he was positioned on his knees, prepared for worship at my 
altar... or to suck my joint to be more to the point. And Walter does love 
to have his knob polished. Not as great as a cock in the ass, but then what 
do you want for free?... All right, a buck ninety-five or whatever they get 
for these rags. But, of course, that would come later... at a rectum or 
asshole nearest me. 

"I braced myself by placing my hands on his wide shoulders, balancing my 
weight between them and my feet. A great shudder shook my body as his curled 
tongue licked out gently at the soft skin of my lower belly, causing goose 
pimples to swell around the pores sprouting pubic hairs. I ran one of my 
hands up to twirl a finger in his golden hair. I squished water through it, 
giving him a mock shampoo as his mouth brought new fires to my loins, his 
tongue trailing wet kisses all over my lower belly. 

"I massaged his bulging neck muscles, relaxing the strain caused by his 
rapid lingual movements, pressed my knees into his chest. I was getting 
quick hot flashes and knew I wouldn't be able to stand much longer... had 
to get to the floor before he touched my cock with that mouth of his, 
otherwise I'd be collapsing. 

"And finally I am sliding down his long body... crumpling upon the floor 
next to him. He's not missing a beat with his mouth... like a vacuum... 
you can't get it away from your stomach----All wet here at the bottom of the 
shower... still can smell feet and shower smells bubbling among the 
swirling waters that are pooling at the bottom of the stall. 

"I adjust myself, try to come close to his own region, twist like a pretzel 
.... _Now he's getting the idea, laying out on his side. We both curl and 
tuck our bodies, both on our sides, facing one another. Hard to manipulate 
... must scoot so you don't get stuck to the tiles.... Noises like big 
rubber farts as we bump around, trying to get position on each other's 
cocks. 

"Yes, it's to be sixty-nine... old reliable. Two can play this game 
sixty-nine... maybe with a bonus for my ass too.... But I see that the 
bath brush is still lying ignored propped in the corner, water beaded around 
the handle's greased sheath. 

"At least it was within his reach... maybe surprise me with it later when 
I'm not expecting it. The left side of my body is stuck to the tiles, my 
right exposed to the hard rain from the shower... seeming somehow harder as 
they have fallen farther. Not as sharp as up close, but heavier. The water 
that misses us, splats up occasionally, hitting us in the mouth, an eye. We 
reach for each other... to the more intimate areas. 

"His hot mouth returns to my tummy, having been batted away, kept at bay 
during our period of readjustment. Now I am landing upon the surface of his 
stomach, near the navel, my lips cushioning the landing among the suddenly 
large, golden hairs, the almost p o r e l e s s smoothness of his belly... 
a small step for.... "My tongue laps its way down to thicker, darker 
patches of jungle, until it is entangled with long, curly vines that catch 
at the teeth. I pull and tug at it, my right hand reaching down around the 
backs of his thighs, curled like mine, and tucked towards the upper torso to 
fit the confines of the shower. After a couple of particularly hard pulls 
which stretch a long strip of white flesh as the roots are pulled taut, he 
jumps, moaning a short response of approval. 

"And then I feel my cock being captured between his lips, feel a sharp jet 
of air that zings me. Tentatively, I pop his larger shaft into my mouth, 
sucking just the head past the lips, between the teeth, where I roll it 
around, taking it about a half circle turn in one direction before the skin 
becomes too taut, then turning it the other, my chipped tooth at the bottom 
of my mouth making delightful contact with the tendermost underside of his 
cockhead, causing even longer moans to echo from his end of the shower stall 
floor. 

"I felt his moans reverberate up and down the length of my shaft and went 
higher in the head... higher into my sexual fantasyland... gave out a long 
moan in return, making a brief chorus of hum jobs there on the 
reverberating, wet tiles. 

"And now my hands grip hard at his buttocks, pulling myself into one final 
readjustment... fixed position for the real show. I feel one hand at my 
back, another at my cock as he works it. And then I see that one of my hands 
is holding his cock, positioning it, stabilizing it for my mouth. And here I 
told you I had both hands on his buttocks. Must have some poor advisors, but 
at least we caught it before it went to press. My credibility is already 
showing enough of itself. But I'm sorry about that-it will probably happen 
again. Just let me make that perfectly clear. 

"After rolling around his cock for a while, I take a bit of the shaft part 
way in my mouth, beginning a gentle sucking motion, alternately sucking and 
blowing, trying to ease the pressure of my puckered lips just enough on the 
insuck to suck just a bit more of his cock in. By now I had about two inches 
inside my mouth, going for another quarter inch on the present suck. Now I 
had enough to really work with, curling my tongue inside my mouth to lash at 
the tiny opening in his head, while I continued to suck and draw on the 
shaft, my hand pumping at the base, bumping bruises into his fat balls with 
my knuckles as I beat him off. 

"He had captured almost all of my cock while I'm doing all this... fucking 
his face with my member. He's much better than me when it comes to sucking a 
cock-no contest. But, of course, there's no complaints from me, as long as I 
don't hear a peep from him I'm not going to disturb the status quo and spill 
the applecart. 

"Besides the other sounds of the shower, there was now a steady slurp slurp 
as we chowed down on our respective meals. Fruit salad. I had worked my way 
down as far as I'd be going... I choke much past the five-inch mark, and 
Vince is one hung stud... good eight and a half inches compared to my five 
and a half. But I don't complain. Like I've already said, a guy with a short 
cock stands that much better a chance of getting a complete job done on him, 
of having his partner take it all the way in his mouth. One guy I knew up in 
Frisco, he could take a horse's cock in his mouth. In fact, that's how he 
got his name... Tony the Pony worked out on ponies. I mean, you don't 
expect him to be able to take one of these two-foot cocks of a full-grown 
horse in his mouth do you? He was able to control his gag reflexes, 
something I've never been able to master, so that he could stuff about a 
foot of cock down. I've got no idea how he did it, but I've seen him with my 
own eyes. And horse's cocks are fat too, have a large circumference. 

I'd die, I'm sure! 

"I was doing the best job I could, though. At least I seemed to be 
satisfying my Vince... 'cause the next sound I heard made my heart go all 
pitty-pat in anticipation. He was going to reward me. Not missing a trick 
with his mouth, still pumping his pursed lips up and down my cock, his 
cheeks swollen from being so stuffed, he had fumbled around in the corner 
for the bath brush. I heard a clunk as he accidentally knocked it over... 
hoped he hadn't knocked it from his grasp. Then I breathed a big sigh of 
relief as I heard him retrieve it. I felt the muscles in his lean body 
ripple as he.brought the brush over his head, destined for my asshole. The 
aforementioned object of the proposition was puckering and spitting in 
anticipation of the long-handled bath brush. Its past relationship with the 
brush had been fantastic, and it had no reason to expect anything less this 
time. 

"I tried to work my ass positioning so that my cheeks were spread wide, but 
couldn't move too much since his mouth had such a clamp on my cock. It 
didn't matter since I was already sufficiently spread, aided by his massive 
hand that forced my cleft even wider apart. 

"I jumped a bit when I felt the sharp point pierce my sphincter, causing 
Vince to involuntarily bite my cock... only adding to my immense enjoyment 
of the situation. With a sharp slap, that echoed like a gunshot against the 
shower walls, reverberating against my ears, he warned me to hold still... 
that the best was yet to come. But I really didn't need that reminder... 
the time was here. The time is here. 

"The initial burning passes as the tissues grow accustomed to the instrument 
of pleasure, rending its way up the shit-trail to blaze a path of delight to 
my guts. I feel tight and stuffed... like too much pressure is building and 
I know that something will eventually have to give... to explode from me to 
relieve the buildup. 

That would be my come I'm referring to. 

But I didn't want the delicious pressure to go too quickly, wanted to savor 
as much as I could stand, force myself to the breaking point before letting 
fly with my hot load of spunk. Or jizz, if you prefer. Or just plain come. 
The name doesn't matter. Cocksuckers for years have known that it's not how 
you say it, but how you suck it that counts. And Walter's Come has been 
known to the country's top cocksuckers for years as being a terrific blend 
of nature's choicest products, heated individually for you right before you 
eat it. Pick up a mouthful soon at the Walter nearest to you. You won't be 
sorry, folks, and you'll know why cocksuckers all over this country have 
been saying for years: 'If it's a Walter's, you'll eat it rawly.' Yes, 
friends, Sir Walter... rawly. You'll never forgive yourself. But you can't 
have much of a sense of shame if you'll listen to crap like that. 

"The preceding was a paid announcement from the Suck-A-Cock-For-Lunch Bunch 
... no calories. And best of all... no babies! 

"I wouldn't hold on long now. Disregarding any possible injury, I was 
bumping around like crazy. It felt like I was being sawed in half... like a 
long, hot rope was being pulled through my guts like a large piece of dental 
floss. Back and forth, one end being pulled from my asshole, the other end 
coming out the tip of my cock. 

"But Vince didn't let me off easy, he kept pumping with his sucking mouth; 
prodding with his pushing bath brush. I felt like I was being bruised in the 
prostrate, a dull ache began to engulf the entire middle of my body. I tried 
as best I could to concentrate on the cock I was sucking, but it was 
impossible to stay on one subject too long. I was being attacked on all 
fronts and loving every second of it. But it wouldn't last for long. 

"Clutching his buttocks hard, I bobbed my head double time, hoping to bring 
his own orgasm in repayment for the way he'd brought me to the brink. He 
helped, jerking his hips clumsily, as best he could as he sometimes threw 
off the rhythm by sticking to the tiles, fucking my face fast and hard as we 
both made a run for the wire. 

My guts were going through all sorts of contortions, controlled by his will, 
not mine. Everything began to swirl, and individual stimulus began to blank 
out, fading under the rising power of a total feeling that was sweeping me 
away from the world. 

"The shower, the bath brush, our clamped bodies, our mouths filled with cock 
... all combined to lift me in a brief flight away from the realities, swept 
me into one surreal whole that could never be explained. At the end, there 
was a moment when everything seemed to come together, flashed and built as I 
soared, then overflowed its boundaries, taking me with it, lightheaded as I 
crashed back. 

"Slowly reality began to come back to me- the sharp sensations in my 
throbbing ass, the hot bullets of spunk from Vince's cock that were 
exploding in my face. And all I could do was lie there passively and accept 
it, as my own offering poured into his drooling mouth. 

"Later on, after dinner, he took me again, just before we crawled into our 
big king-size bed. (Vince calls it queen-size in reference to me, but it is 
definitely bigger than that, let me make it clear.) He had me bend naked 
over the bed, my hands placed out on the mattress, my feet spread behind me, 
while he placed his big hands on my hips and stuffed my ass full of his big 
cock. 

"No matter how good that bath brush feels, his cock always feels much 
better, probably because it feels so much more warm and human to me. He can 
really control the way he throws that cock around, pushing it in and out 
fast for a while, making my passageway hot and raw, then slowing down to a 
standstill, until my flesh moves slowly around it... so quiet that I can 
feel his heartbeat as it throbs to his cock, pounding on the tissues I have 
surrounded it with. And then he's away again, pumping his way out of my 
enslavement of his cock, punishing the tissues for daring to try such a 
thing. 

"And finally he shoots a hot load of come up my rectum, filling me to the 
brim and touching off my own sperm that flies uncontrolled all over the 
bedspread... our cleaning bill you just wouldn't believe! And then its 
beddy-bye, snuggled in his arms. As you can imagine, I never have trouble 
sleeping after a night like that. The best cure for insomnia is a good 
night's sleep anytime." 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Love Is a Pain in the Ass 

"I'd resolved to give Lester a going-over he'd never forget this time. Even 
though we were on the road, away from our mansion where I have every 
instrument of torture I desire to use on my slave, I'd still be able to 
devise something to make him squirm. Besides, it was sometimes a refreshing 
thing to be away from home, especially since he spends almost all of his 
time in the hospital room. I suppose I'll have to fill in some of the 
details. After all, not everyone choose to spend most of their life in a 
hospital room... especially if they're not sick. Lester's not sick.... 
Well, I suppose you might say that he's sick in the head. He just needs a 
nurse around all the time to take care of him. 

"The way I met him was that he used to come to this hospital where I worked. 
I was head nurse of one of the wings. He always took a private room. He was 
loaded-rich, I mean... still is or I wouldn't be around. Could have had all 
the beauties he wanted, but he goes for hefty girls like me." 

(Note-Lester's wife Betty, who is giving this narrative, is 5'2" tall and 
weighs over 230 pounds-hefty is a mild euphemism.) "He'd never married, 
afraid women were after his money. Of course they were-I've had at least 
half of his property signed over to me. He doesn't work... his father made 
a fortune in mining and Lester left it to the corporation to look after all 
business matters. We travel to different parts of the globe several times a 
year... only time I can get him out of his hospital room. But I'm getting 
away from the point. 

"He used to check into this exclusive private hospital a couple of times a 
year. I recognized that he was a hypochondriac right off, and realized that 
masochism underlies the problem. Only I don't think he was fully aware of 
what a / masochist he was... masking the truth from himself through his 
hypochondria. When I found out that he was a millionaire I vowed that I'd 
find a way to make him more aware of his condition... or at least play it 
so that he would relinquish control to me. 

"He always complained of abdominal obstruction when he checked in, and we'd 
run him through all the tests... barium treatments, GI series-the whole 
shot. Always comes up the same-nothing. But who's going to turn away such a 
good, willing customer. 

"It was when I was giving him an enema one day that I noticed an erection 
and decided that he had an anal thing. I was very casual, collecting my 
information from him slowly, but I was able to gather that he'd been a 
sickly child and that his parents had hired a succession of nurses to look 
after him. Apparently one of the nurses realized that much of his illness 
was put-on, and would punish him by giving him enemas. And he got hung-up on 
them. 

"Armed with this information, I proceeded to put my plan into action. He 
seemed to be attracted to me anyway-his childhood nurse had been hefty too. 
So I used my advantage wisely, playing around with him carefully until I 
seized the opportunity to seduce him one day... dominating him completely 
in the bargain. Being that he'd hidden behind his shyness for fear of women 
for so long, he was completely taken by me, and asked me to be his bride. We 
set up headquarters in his mansion the next week. My plan had worked. No 
longer did he have to go to the hospital to suffer in half-truths. Now he 
could get all the abuse he wanted with no pretensions, no pulled punches, 
right at home. We'd equipped his bedroom as if it were a hospital room... 
more about the details of that later. 

"One other thing I think I should mention before continuing that was 
interesting to me at any rate. We were both born on the same day, in the 
same hospital (not the one I worked in, but one over three hundred miles 
from our present home) within an hour of each other. That way I couldn't 
help but feel that he was born to serve me. He'd arrived something like ten 
minutes after me. The funny thing is that we never met until adults. We were 
both thirty-three when we married four years ago. Yes, to top it off, we got 
married on our birthday. I thought I'd throw it in to show you 'True 
Cuntfession' type fans who go for that shit that I have some feelings of 
sentiment in me. After all, you won't see much of it from here on in. I'm 
sentimental about things like that... dates, buildings, bus fumes and the 
like. But not about Lester. Let's get back to the part where he's about to 
get his, shall we? The fucking worm deserves some pounding about now. 

"When we're traveling, this time to England where kinkiness began, and we 
have to travel light, I usually simplify my routine with Lester, wanting to 
get away from the hospital atmosphere of home for a while. At home, it's 
always the hospital bit. I'd like a little more variety, but he does have 
control over just how I control him. For now anyway. He has the loot so it's 
up to him how he wants to get his lumps/bumps/thumps. 

"I run the road show, because I don't really like to fool around with all 
the objectry he does... it's mainly his thing after all. I do enjoy my 
sadistic mistreatment of him, but I believe I could do without men for the 
rest of my life. I'm just hanging around for the time his hypochondria turns 
into reality, serious reality-like when he dies and I get all the loot. 

"So I just want to do it and get it over with whenever possible. In the 
hotel that night, I just tied him down with some light restraint straps I 
fashioned from rawhide thongs for traveling. The hospital type that we use 
at home are too heavy and bulky for traveling. I tie him spread-eagle to the 
bed with the thongs, his butt elevated by a couple of pillows so that it's 
arched just right for my purposes. Then I gag him since we are, after all, 
in a hotel... mustn't let his screams attract undo attention. I have one of 
those ball and strap gags... the ball forced into his mouth and held in 
place by the strap. No way anything but muffled groans can get past it. 

"Telling Lester what a filthy, dumb shit he is-this part is easy for me and 
there's no acting necessary-I pick up my riding crop and go over to the bed. 
I tell him that he's going to be whipped as I strap on a dildo in 
anticipation of what will follow our session. Of course, both of us are nude 
for this session, although at home I have to go through the whole routine 
with the nurse outfit. Picking up the crop, a nice supple one, I deliver the 
first stroke, getting plenty of wrist behind it to give it just the right 
snap as it draws a line of red fire across his jiggling, fat buttocks. If 
you think I'm hefty, you should see him... tops three hundred. Hope he gets 
it with a heart attack. I encourage him to stuff his guts when he eats... 
and keep my fingers crossed. Someday.... "By this time, I've drawn several 
dozen weals across his smarting butt, a couple of them broken and bleeding. 
I'm fairly casual about this part, usually smoking a cigarette while I'm 
doing this. By now he's going through all sorts of strange spasms with each 
stroke, his back and legs straining at the bonds in a vain effort to free 
himself. I end it off with a couple of real hard cuts: Whuittt-whuittt! That 
always brings a moan, screams if the gag isn't on. Then I throw the crop 
down and move down to the bed, straddling his tortured thighs. If I've still 
got a cigarette, I might mash it out on his ass, trying to find the area 
that has been the most tortured... a place where the skin has broken, to 
grind it out. Or maybe I'll just stick the butt up his ass, laughing as I 
listen to his moans and watch the crazy spasms... hear the sizzle of flesh, 
the smell of burning humanity... all very exciting, I'm sure. 

"Not bothering With any lube this time, I ram that fat plastic dildo right 
into him, adjusting the strap just right to the desired angle. This really 
is tops! Shows just how inferior men are. I don't bother to ease it in 
gradually. There is a lot of resistance getting it past his sphincter muscle 
without the lubrication, but once I push past it, I tear all the tissue that 
is stupid enough to be in my way until I've got that cock in clear up to the 
hilt. 

"I make like a big man and really sock it to his behind, pumping my hips 
with all the weight I can muster behind them. Most of the time I can't wait 
for later... like to get a head job from him or something. (I never, never 
allow my slave to put his nasty thing in my wonderful cunny.) So I'll just 
reach down around the dildo and put my hand up against my clit and rub it 
off while I pound it to him. 

Self-gratification is the best way anyway... if a man is all you've got as 
an alternative. In fact, women aren't all that great to diddle with either. 
I just prefer me... saves a hell of a lot of bother. I just pump him until 
blood is oozing from his tortured rear, or until I come - whatever's first. 
And that's our way of doing it in a hotel room... or anyplace you don't 
want to make a lot of noise and arouse the suspicions of others." 

Most everyone has experienced the minor forms of sado-masochism at one time 
or another. It is hardly surprising since we all have a degree of it to 
contend with as an ancestral throwback to the laws of the jungle. But most 
confine even the mildest forms to things that will arouse their partners 
without harming them. The love bite, given in the heat of passion, is one 
such example. But there are many who overflow the bounds of good sense, who 
must place themselves on the very brink of death and severe humiliation to 
seek release. These are the sadomasochistic. 

The masochist enjoys receiving pain, the sadist in applying it although the 
phenomenon of both is often apparent in the same individual. That is to say 
that someone who gives the pain one minute may enjoy receiving it the next. 

Even among those who are strictly the dominant partner, the primary 
gratification is believed to derive from an empathetic feeling stirred 
within them that associates with the pain being experienced by the person 
whom they are punishing. 

Among those who are anally oriented, the rate of sadomasochism is extremely 
high, nearly as high as the incidence of homosexuality. There is something 
inherently masochistic about having one's anus violated, to say nothing of 
the fact that the type of stimulation is generally one of painful origins 
... that strange area of pleasure-pain so hungrily sought by the masochist. 

Hypochondria has long been felt to be an outward manifestation of underlying 
masochism. From the early writings of Stekel and Krafft-Ebing to the 
present, researchers have filled countless files attesting to this 
allegation. Both hypochondria and masochism deal with a bizarre fascination 
for suffering and death, but masochism may be somewhat the more honest 
expression, if somewhat less safe than hiding behind the illusion of 
hypochondria. 

But to call masochism "truthful" would be a gross distortion; it is only 
relatively so. It is more open as it deals more intimately with the sexual 
libido. However sadomasochism is primarily a fetishistic deviation. That is 
to say, some sort of object, either real or imagined, stands between the 
individual and sexual possession of another individual. Some psychologists 
have felt that this phenomenon (fetishism) is similar to the homosexual's 
dilemma, that it is the fear (on the part of a male) of possessing one's 
mother that drives the person to put barriers (the fetish) between him and 
that mother... in the case of the homosexual, a male, the fetishist, 
perhaps a shoe or some other object not normally associated with sex. This 
function relies heavily on guilt, a common item in Christian countries, with 
their religion founded upon sin and guilt. 

In the case of Lester, we have a blending of the two, since he for so long 
masked his masochism behind the veil of hypochondria. His love of anality 
also ties in, making him an all-around athlete, a triple threat in the field 
of sadomasochism. Listen as his wife resumes her narrative, and judge for 
yourself what the proper limits of lust are, limits that are often 
surpassed, by the bizarre antics of this unusual pair. 

"Before describing Lester's hospital-style room, let me read you a list on 
the bare walls... a list I call the The Commandments of Slavery,' a tribute 
to my dominance over my hapless husband: 

"1. Thou shalt place no other woman above me, nor shall you ever imagine, in 
your deepest fantasies, making love to another woman, or even serving at her 
feet. 

2. You shall always make available to your mistress any part of your body, 
any orifice, for whatever pleasures your mistress desires of it at whatever 
time it may be. 

3. You shall, under the pain of punishment, never utter a sound unless your 
mistress deems it proper. 

4. At all times when you are away from my presence you shall be still in awe 
of me. The Golden Ring will be your reminder, wherever you may go, of your 
enslavement to me. 

5. Unless otherwise told, or in. a state of bondage, slumber or any other 
state that would prevent me from doing so, you shall bow to your mistress 
whenever she enters the room and offer to kiss her feet should she so desire 
it. 

6. You shall not begin any activity, whether it be eating, bathing or any 
other function, without first asking the permission of me, your ruler. Even 
when not in my direct presence, you will remember to ask my blessings before 
undertaking any such activity. 

7. You shall never seek to gratify yourself by your own hand, nor shall you 
be permitted to have an orgasm when engaged in any form of sexual activity I 
desire, until verbal permission has been given by me. 

8. When in the company of others, you shall refrain from conversation except 
when absolutely necessary, and then only for completing the purposes of that 
dialogue. Never should you offer any opinion upon any subject as a slave has 
no opinions-his must be the same as those of his mistress. 

9. No smoking. 

10. All of the above. 

 "I should clear up a couple of these, such as the 'no smoking.' I hate it 
and have made him quit. I smoke a lot. I just can't afford him the pleasure. 
Besides, it is in keeping with my hospital rules. 

"The Golden Ring is a specialty I recently added. Just in case we are ever 
separated.... Like I take a couple of quick vacations every year just to 
get away from him and get some rest. So I had a little operation done, had 
his left testicle pierced and a small golden ring put in there. It's just at 
the base of his sac, not really painful, but just enough to let him be 
constantly aware of his servitude to me. He's probably never really able to 
get totally comfortable with it on. Ingenious. Of course, he's comfortable 
when he's not comfortable, crazy fool that he is. 

"The hospital room. His bedroom is adjacent to mine in our lovely mansion. 
All the bedrooms are extremely large with the exception of his. His is about 
the size of a small hospital room. Originally the room was designed to be 
some sort of reading room, anteroom or something that opens off my bedroom. 
The contrast between the two is amazing. 

"My bedroom contains what the grounds around such a stately abode promise 
... elegance and room. I have my own fireplace, oriental tapestries, a large 
four-poster bed, a color television... everything to make it comfortable. 

But his looks just like a hospital room... plain light-green walls, with 
only a picture of me and my commandments on the wall. And we've equipped it 
specially... got the things through a hospital supply company. No problem 
at all to get them. All you need, like with everything else in this country, 
is money. 

"We have a regular hospital bed, an electric one that adjusts to all the 
positions. I especially like to elevate just the middle and have him lie 
over it face down for his whippings. It elevates his butt just right. Then 
there's a bedside table, reading lamp, one of the tables that rolls over the 
bed for eating, etc.... Well, just everything you might find in a typical 
hospital room. I even have a TV (black and white) placed on a shelf high on 
the wall opposite his bed... just like the big-time hospitals, the way 
Lester loves it. 

"He spends practically all his time there when we're at home and Rita and I 
tend to him as though we are nurses there. Rita is actually one of our maids 
who happens to share a passion for cruelty like my own, only mine exceeds 
hers by some degree. She is allowed to punish him whenever I am away... and 
upon several occasions has assisted me with his discipline when I'm at home. 
However, she dislikes the extremes, leaving those up to me. 

"It's a pretty good job for her, since she doesn't have to do all the 
housework like my other maids. I also have a butler and a cook, and they all 
know about my husband's peculiarities, although none of them take an active 
hand in carrying out any part of the fantasy. 

"Both Rita and I wear white, highly starched nurse's uniforms, complete with 
cap. I sometimes grow tired of it, discarding it for more comfortable 
attire, but Rita is required to wear hers at all times when on duty. We run 
the room like a regular hospital, making him do all his business in bed just 
as if he were bedridden. He takes his meals there, is washed there by Rita 
... just about everything but pissing and shitting. There's a small bathroom 
off the room that he can use. Otherwise he must stay in the bed. Not that 
I'm always there to see he stays in... he goes by the rules that he's laid 
down for himself pretty good. I'm just a hired hand in lots of ways... a 
person paid to enforce the rules. Only I'm taking an active interest in my 
job, and seeing to it that I'm handsomely rewarded for my efforts in that 
direction. 

"The reason he's allowed bathroom privileges is that, we save bedpans and 
urinals aside as a special treat. He comes when he shits.... That's because 
he gets an enema when he has sex. Or vice versa... I'm not sure of the 
order of things in Lester's little world. Neither Rita nor I like the idea 
of cleaning bedpans, so we leave that all up to him... let him clean up his 
own shit. I've even built a small autoclave into his bathroom to serve this 
purpose. 

"Every morning he is served breakfast, and then Rita takes care of the 
regular nursing duties such as checking his temperature (rectally to give 
him just a little thrill and to give him something to think about until the 
next enema), changing his water, his sheets (I use rubber sheets since he's 
always making so many messes), and all the other duties that nurses perform 
in a hospital. 

He must follow a regular routine, even down to having visitors. He has very 
few, but they must follow regular visiting hours. He thinks he's pulling his 
accountant's leg, thinks that the accountant believes he is sick, but I've 
actually clued John in. He had his suspicions already when he found he had 
to visit him at certain times just like in a hospital. John thinks Lester is 
nuts, and he's probably right. But as long as Lester's corporation continues 
to pay him a cool fifty-thou a year, he's not going to make any complaints. 

"I also make him take a nap in the afternoon, and submit to whatever 
inspections I might decide upon. We also have a strict rule that the lights 
go out at ten... and that means the TV too. Of course, this doesn't apply 
to me. I often go out after tucking him in, or spend the night in my room 
watching TV or reading. And if I catch him with his set on he's in for real 
trouble. I think if I were Lester I'd spend all my life asleep, or as much 
of it as possible. I certainly wouldn't want to live by the rules that he 
imposes upon himself. 

"Now I'll tell you about what happens on a typical time when he's punished 
... which happens maybe once or twice a week. 

"Listen: "I enter the room, carrying everything I need for his humiliation, 
balancing the smaller items in a bedpan. I've already had Rita tie him down 
with the large leather restraining straps that they use on mental patients 
and the like. 

He is lying face down, the center of the bed cranked up to form a 
pyramid-Lester's fat tail at the very top, awaiting anything I may want to 
do to him. 

"The railings are down-the only time I leave them up is at night when the 
lights go out. I go over to the bedside table and deposit the items I am 
carrying. It will be a severe session tonight as I am not exactly in the 
best of humors. 

"The starch of my crisp, white uniform crinkles as I move... the only noise 
as I am wearing crepe-sole nurse's shoes to complete the illusion of 
hospital sterility. I seat myself in a bedside chair, causing more crinkling 
sounds, crossing my legs that are covered by white stockings. Everything is 
done to make the hospital scene seem authentic. 

"I take one of the surgical hoses with me... the heavy kind used for such 
things as catheters and. so on, and slap it against the palm of my hand 
once, twice-hard and loud to let him savor the sound, knowing the dread it 
brings to his heart. He knows that very soon even louder sounds will come 
from that rubber hosing, as it cracks across his bare butt. I really love 
surgical tubing for whipping a man. I'm surprised that more people don't 
make whips out of them. They come in all sizes, cut to any length. I use the 
larger ones singly as I intend to do tonight, but the smaller ones can be 
tied to a handle of some sort to make a perfectly delightful cat-of-nine 
tails, one of my favorite implements I use on Lester. The hosing is very 
flexible, so that with the correct wrist snap it can be made to go very fast 
.... Result: larger welts than with a regular whip. They really sting like 
the dickens! 

"After tapping the impromptu whip for awhile, building Lester to the proper 
pitch of terror, I rise and stand next to the bed, lecturing him: " 'Now, 
Lester... as head nurse of this ward I'll have to warn you... the next 
time... the very next time this happens, this shameful, disrespectful... 
childishly despicable act of wetting your bed.... Well, I'm afraid you know 
we've totally gone overboard in giving you chances. So the next time it's a 
lobotomy for you.... Then you'll not give us more trouble. 

You'll barely be able to know your alive.... ' "I rant on, throwing out 
threats. Threats though they are, I sometimes think some of the imagined 
horrors I promise for the next time---- After all, with masochism it is the 
delay that is the key, the anticipation of pain becomes much more terrible 
than the actuality once it arrives.... Now where was I? Oh, yes-horrors 
real and imagined. Well, sometimes I think one of those things should be 
taken to the actuality stage----Maybe once I get him to sign a few more 
policies over to my name.... Just wishful thinking. 

"He is sufficiently terrorized by this time-by the time I am telling him of 
just how he's going to be punished. '... so as a reminder to you of the dire 
fate that lies in store for you, should you be so foolish as to commit this 
ridiculous transgression again I shall have to whip you severely... and I 
can only hope that this will make you mend your ways.' "So doing, I raise my 
arm masterfully, the heavy piece of tubing, approximately three and a half 
feet in length, over my head, holding the position for what must be to poor 
Lester an incredibly long time, and then... illustrate my lecture by 
suiting action to words, bringing the strap slashing down, applying the 
expert flip of the wrist just the moment before contact and - ziiiiing - a 
line of fire is drawn across his huddling fat ass, and the whip rebounds 
smartly after planting the kiss of pain. 

"Another delay.... And he hears the whrrrrrr just a split second before the 
whuiiiiittttt as it beats his attempt to clench up his cheeks in vain 
attempts to ward off the lash. But even if he had given the most superhuman 
effort to dodge the blow, the restraining straps at his hands and feet, the 
heavy strap fastened around his waist, would not allow him to move the 
slightest from the burning sting of the whip. 

"The second red line brought the first moan from him... and also started 
the chicken in him flowing. He began his pitiful whine----I never gag him at 
home except for a mild change of , pace. We don't have any neighbors within 
hearing distance and I do so love to hear him beg and implore me for mercy 
as I flay his behind off. 

" 'Aeeeeee-please don't... you know I can't.... ' "Whrrrrrrr-whuiiiitttt! 

"He jumped as far as he could-about an inch -as I laid an extra hard one 
across the base of his buttocks, the tip curling around his hip to place a 
round beesting there. 

" 'Owwwwoooowwwwwoooo.... No no no... I'm s-s-soreeemomeeee!' He was crying 
now, snot flowing freely from his plump red nose like a tiny schoolboy's. 
What a baby. It disgusted me so much that I laid on even harder, drowning 
out his cries for mercy with my own demanding banter: " 'So you would ask 
for mercy, would you? Well, here's some for you....' "I brought down one, 
two, three rapid-fire zingers that drew welts across existing ones. The hole 
behind was swollen and flaming red by this time, large dark weals, some of 
them getting pulpy and purplish in hue standing out from the relief of the 
less-savage background. 

"Such a bad, bad, bad little boy. I'm ashamed of you, crying like a little 
crybaby. Here's something to cry about for you.' Ziiiing ziiiiiiing! 'And 
this.... ' Whhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrr huiiiiiiittttttttt! 

"And on and on we went, me punctuating my little lecture with sharp strokes 
to his battered rear... him playing a discordant harmony with his cries, 
sobs, pleas for mercy. But I had no intentions of letting up.... After all, 
he'd had only half a whipping... only forty lashes or so. There wasn't even 
any blood by this time.... And I'm certainly not about to see a good rubber 
sheet go to waste without having a little blood to justify its usage. For 
truly we didn't have him go to all the trouble of peeing in his bed each 
time just for purposes of dramatics. We had quite enough 'method acting' as 
it was now.... What could be more true realism than the flow of real blood? 
So I said, 'As you know, worm, there's more to come... but I'll just let 
you think about that for a bit.' "For it was time for my favorite television 
program. Leaving my welted husband sobbing, tied in place, I cast my 
makeshift whip aside, and for a half hour escaped the way I really can dig 
it, watching that wonderful kiddie show MC who just got busted for Child 
molestation and is now running for president of the local PTA. Oh, I love 
the man. I couldn't restrain myself... lifted my skirts, lowered my panties 
and diddled myself off. 

"I sat there for five minutes after coming, trying to regain my composure. 
You can't be convincingly dominant after you've just come. Besides, the 
anticipation of the last part of the whipping was probably driving Lester 
mad with fear. The last part is always the worst as I am sure to open his 
old wounds in the process. 

"When I finally am ready, I regain my stately manner and stride regally back 
into Lester's room, being greeted by the dying sobs that still remain in his 
throat, muffled by the pillow his face is buried in. 

"In only seconds he is crying more loudly than ever-squeezing out more tears 
than he'd ever thought possible as I resume the whipping of his naked 
hindquarters. This time there will be little ceremony. I don't even say a 
word as I bring the lash down to let it speak for me. For I am whipping him 
at a much faster rate, bringing at least one stroke down every five seconds. 
I put every ounce of my strength in it and, baby, if you don't believe it, 
that's a lot of ounces. My arm tires fairly quickly in this rapid-fire 
manner, but it's worth it for the terrible intensified pain he must suffer 
during the highly concentrated period of whipping. 

"His screams now sound like that of a crazy man, hoarse and high-pitched as 
he is in terrible pain.... I can't even make out the crazy words he is 
yelling, so mad is he in his pain. 

" 'Wowow-baaaaayaaayaaabeeeeeee!' Really out of it... like really crazy, 
man. And now large droplets of his blood spray up as the whip cuts into the 
devastated flesh, cutting through the welts, bruises and gore, slicing it 
into a pulpy mass.... My kind of fun. 

"And I am one to do it my way. 

"After about forty new stripes have been added to his bloody tail, I tell 
him to brace himself for the last two-in a firm tone that tells him exactly 
my mood, and exactly what he can expect. But he's too delirious with pain 
... having too much fun, if you can believe that. For every time I whip him 
this hard, he comes all over the place. He's crying while he comes too... 
really la weirdo guy. I'm. sure glad I'm not that way... I'm proud to be a 
straight, decent U.S. citizen. 

"His buttocks must now be disengaged from his brains. That's the only way I 
can figure how he can stand so much. Must be a button that clicks on there 
sometime during the whipping that gives him so much pleasure that he can 
counter the pain. Somebody do that to me-why, it'd piss me off to say the 
least. 

"And it's a: whhhhhmrrrr-whuiiiittttttttt! Anda: 
whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr- whuiiiiiiiiiittttttttttttt!... keeping 
my promise to him, especially on the last one that lands with such impact 
that a few droplets of blood splash onto my dress. 

"Whew-what a disaster area. I let him sob for a few minutes, while I try to 
massage some strength back into my numb right arm. But I'd rather have a 
sore right arm than an ass that looks like that. 

"Being a good nursie, I go over to the bedside table and get out one of my 
goodies, a bottle of isopropyl alcohol-190-proof variety. No germs on my 
Lester. Not after I pour the entire contents of the bottle on his ass, 
bringing a scream that you wouldn't believe... the worst kind of scream... 
a silent scream, done with just the breath as the vocal cords are all 
screamed out. 

"As usual, piker that he is, Lester passes out at this stage of the 
proceedings. The last pain of the sharp, biting alcohol directly into the 
wounds is too much for even his sensibilities. Off into dream land... 
thinking of dungeons and whips and iron maidens... whatever pain people 
like him think about. 

"But at least I prevent infection this way. As I cover the area with a 
soothing salve, the blood drying on the sheet beneath him, I decide he's had 
enough trouble-that he won't get the catheter tonight. 

"I guess I'm thinking about it since I'm on the subject of infection 
prevention. One has to go through a great deal of bother to insert a 
catheter... for a bladder infection is hard to combat these days. 

"For those of you not familiar with a catheter... it is used on comatose 
patients or other patients who cannot control the functions of the bladder. 
One inserts a tube, similar to the one I had just used on Lester's rear, 
only smaller in diameter, into the penis of the male patient... sort of a 
painful thing to him. Of course, all equipment is sterilized. Even I must 
wear sterilized gloves to put it in and I am practically as germ-free as any 
human being will ever get. 

"Anyway, once the end of the tube reaches the bladder, one injects the tube 
with a needle full of air... I should say that the syringe is full of air, 
and the needle goes into the tube... the same setup doctors use to give 
shots to boys and girls... remember, we learned about that yesterday? 

"Now why, one might ask, would anyone shoot air up a tube that's in a guy's 
bladder? 

"My answer: Because we're weird. 

"But really, the major concern is to fill the ball at the end of the tube 
with air.... Aha, you don't remember the ball? Well, you just weren't paying 
attention when we pulled down the chart, showing you students a diagram of 
the catheter. At the tip is a ball that you fill with a few cc's of air. 
This is harmless, though a little discomforting, and prevents the tube from 
slipping out. 

"Done for medical purposes, the other end of the tube is run into a plastic 
bag that catches the droplets of urine it drains from the bladder. Done my 
way it can be a painful addition to Lester's enemas. For old weird Lester 
gets another come for the night when I give him his extra-special treat, an 
enema! 

"I'm sure that's just what most of you folks out there have always been 
wanting. 

"Because this is certainly what Lester is wanting! 

"But I already know that. That's why I contemplate suicide so much... 
Lester's suicide, of course. Some day I'll get up enough guts and see just 
how far I can extend my range of influence over him... see if I can implant 
that idea in his head. 

"Or maybe I can get him to go all the way. By that I mean this: If he can go 
from hypochondria to masochism, then maybe I can get him to go gay. It's 
always been my contention that masochism is just a cover for a deeper fear 
-that of going gay. Soooooo if I can get him to attend one of the meetings 
of the Gay Liberation Front.... Which is, of course, merely the radical 
left offshoot, the anterior faction, of the conservative, better known Gay 
Liberation Back.... 

"My massage is wakening my Lester from his pain-induced unconsciousness. He 
is moaning, but from experience I know that it's a moan of pleasure, which 
isn't altogether different from one of pain with Lester... at least to the 
untrained ear. 

"I untied his bond, reversing him on the bed -having first flattened the bed 
somewhat with the electric controls. Once having him painfully turn over, 
his battered buttocks sticking to the rubber sheet gore, I re-tied him in 
the spread-eagle position, the only difference being that he was now face 
up. I removed the strap from his middle as it would no longer be necessary. 
In fact it would have been a hindrance, as I need him to be somewhat mobile 
in this position... at least so that he can move enough for me to slide the 
bedpan under his ass. 

"Propping the bed up just slightly, so that his head is elevated a bit, I 
now take the silver throne and place his lowness upon it,- lifting his. body 
by placing one arm under his back while I slide the bedpan underneath his 
torn buttocks. When those shredded cheeks of his touch that ice-cold bedpan 
you should see the expression on his face. He tries his damndest to suppress 
his outrage, but always manages to let out a few moans of agony at this 
point in the proceedings. One thing about Lester... he suffers well. 

But there ain't much of a market for martyrs these days, McGee, not at my 
house anyhow. 

"Irritated that he'd come around so fast from the brutal whipping, I'm 
vowing he'll be sorry when I give the enema to him. The thought of using the 
catheter enters my mind again; but, no, too much trouble for me to go 
through. 

"I bring the enema kit over, setting the stand close to the edge of the bed 
and leaving for a second. For one needs a lot of nice hot soapy water to 
give a good enema. No Fleet's enemas for fat Lester... not my big Mo 
Lester. Those little nozzles on those disposable enemas are too small to do 
his big ass any good. And they don't contain enough solution to unstop a 
flea. We like a nice long hose that I can ram far up into his rectum... and 
especially the hot soapy suds that really cause a man to get himself cleaned 
out. At least that's what Lester tells me. It's his tank, I'm just pumping 
the gas. 

"I hang the bag onto the stand, fastening a clamp on the tubing. I take the 
tip of the anal catheter and smear a small gob of surgical lubricant, KY, on 
it. My god, I'm really becoming a humanitarian in my old age! I hardly ever 
put KY on anything that goes up his ass makes it too easy for him. 

"Oh, well, might as well let him get a different sensation tonight. I'll 
lull him with the soft sell of the tube, then fill him with more suds than 
he's ever been able to handle. That'll fix his tube for him. 

"Leaning over him, I spread his legs as far as possible. Making sure his 
shitter is over the throne, I plunge the hard tip of the enema hose into his 
rectum, not waiting for his ring to adjust, tearing some flesh on the way 
in. He squirmed crazily and I saw his cock begin to rise again, strange 
little cuckoo that it is. What a weird bird you have, fat Lester. 

"Observing the rise that Lester was getting from all this made me mad.... I 
balled up my fist and punched him right in the nuts... cock turned soft... 
face turned blue, but his cock went soft. 

"What pissed me off like that was the fact that I'd forgotten to put a 
rubber over his cock. Blood on the sheets I don't mind. But I won't stand 
for having him spoil our linen with his filthy sperm-or spermatozoa, if you 
will. I had originally planned on the catheter, so my change of plans in 
midstream had thrown me off. Making sure that the tube was far enough up his 
rectum, I left him high and dry while I went over to his cabinet and removed 
a prophylactic from his drawer. 

"I ripped off the paper in a huff, still pissed at myself for not 
remembering. At least I have someone to take my pain out on. Just when grief 
starts building up in me, a little voice goes 'bing' inside my head and it 
goes: "Control yourself 'Sure you've got a headache. 

'But why take it out on yourself! 

'Not when there's him around.' "But I was still a little mad and let the 
creep know it as I stretched the rubber over his limp cock, snapping it at 
the bottom when I'd rolled it down, tugging at his pubes hard with my 
fingers for a little extra emphasis. 

"Now I began working the tube in and out of his ass, bumping and bruising 
his prostate good for him. He was squirming around in pain in no time at 
all. I undamped the hose and let fly with the first dose of solution----He 
really jumped around now. I'd put in practically boiling water and it hadn't 
had time to cool off much. 

"I listened as the suds gurgled around in his guts, watched his pecker rise 
again, encased in the restricting rubber sheath. Then I let fly with another 
dose... let it flow several long seconds before clamping it off... watch 
the worm wriggle around again.... And then comes this 
-B-B-B-R-R-Raaaaaaaapppppppppp that fizzles at the end, but the gas had held 
big promise. That's Lester for you, not even a big shit. Promises to be big 
shit, but turns out to be a fizzled-out fart. 

"Some of the juices are expelled, mixed a murky brown with some of his shit. 
I cram that hose up a little farther, pinching at the cheeks of his ripped 
ass on my way out, tugging at a couple of stray pubic hairs, bringing a few 
gasps from Lester's blubbery lips. 

"Now I let out a big bunch of water... more than I can remember him ever 
getting at one time. I warn him to hold it for as long as he can... it's a 
gas to watch his face contort as he struggles. He really likes having his 
ass stuffed, whether it be artificial cock or bilge water. He was really 
fighting to hold the brew down, his face puffing out all livid red and ugly. 
Even in its present condition of ruin, his ass was less ugly than his face. 

"Finally he could hold it no more and- RRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP... 
BREEEEEEPEEEEE... BRAAAAPPPPP! The shit had hit the fan, or I should say, 
pan. 

"It came in uncontrollable quantities, but I was determined to cut it 
off.... He'd almost shit out the enema tube; but I reached down, not caring 
about the shit on my hands, since I was more interested in really giving him 
an assful. He still expelled some of the mixture to relieve the tremendous 
pressure in his guts, one sharp stream of escaping fluids singing a ringing 
song as it rimmed off the tin bedpan. But I'd stopped him before the major 
load got out. 

"His face was now turning purple, his stomach going through spasms as it 
fought to expel the fluid, but I undamped that mother one more time, forcing 
the remaining fluid into his already swollen rectum. I had to work fast or 
he'd explode on me. 

"Climbing up on the bed, keeping my hand on the tube to keep the big 
explosion from coming, I positioned myself on my knees next to him. I worked 
myself to a squatting position by pulling my feet up under me and sitting 
back on them. I timed it just right, watching his face go almost black from 
trying to hold back the load... the biggest load he'd ever have. But, 
incredibly enough, his cock was hard and throbbing, probably ready to 
explode about the same time his ass would. 

"I let go of the hose, and as soon as I did, jumped as high as I possibly 
could, coming down with my heels full-force on his stomach. The double groan 
was something I'd like to have on tape... a pitiful one from his mouth and 
another loud, tearing one from his ass. I jumped once more, bouncing all my 
weight on his rumpled belly... the juices had all blown out on the first 
try anyway. 

"Most of it'd blown by the bedpan... the bed was a real mess now with the 
soapy shit joining the blood. I'd have to have Rita clean it up since I'd 
put Lester out of condition, I'd never heard him moan in such a helpless 
manner. 

Just to show him that I still cared, I leaned over his gasping face and 
smeared onto his blubbery lips the shit I'd gotten all over my hands when 
I'd tried to hold back the flow. And he liked it very much, smacking his 
lips in an almost automatic fashion, his tongue flicking out between moans 
to catch anything he'd missed. 

"I left him moaning... time for another of my favorite TV shows. It sure is 
getting to be boring around this place. This was one of the mildest sessions 
we'd had in quite a while. I guess what they say about marriage is true... 
after the first year or so the glamour goes out of it. Then you end up in 
the everyday drag... the old ho-hum boredom of life----The same way it's 
getting with me and Lester." 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Back Door Man 

"Woman that made me what I am today- back door man-well she don't live so 
far from my own back door. Like next door. In fact, her son Bobby was a good 
partner of mine before he went off to fight the war or whatever the fuck 
they're doing over there in Nam. Nothing like fucking your best buddy's 
mother. Only thing that beats it is giving it to her in the ass when you do 
it. I did it. But that's just because she asked me to. 

"Bobby is a couple of years older than me. I've got a couple of years before 
I have to sweat that draft bullshit... haven't even finished my last year of 
high school yet. But I'll be fucked, man, if I'm gonna go to Nam the way 
Bobby did. Especially the way he left his mom unprotected. Man, he'd freak 
out for sure if he was hip to the fact that I'd been balling his old lady. 

"It just happened like two months ago-right at the start of summer vacation. 
The economy's so fucked I couldn't even find a job for the summer---- 
Actually that's just the scam I shine on my old man. That way I can get him 
to shell out and I can cool my ass for the summer not having to hassle a 
fucking job. Like I've already got wheels, so why the fuck would I need a 
job? From the bread my old man lays on me I'm able to keep solid 
financially. I buy dope with the shit he gives me, lay in what I need for 
myself and sell the rest. I might turn a little profit, but usually I just 
sell enough to pay for what I smoke. Or drop. Whatever. 

"The old man's a widower and my older sister is married and living in 
Illinois. So I've got the run of the house during the day. Nights I go over 
and lean on Sue-she's my chick... fine little split-tail. Her folks are 
split on a vacation and she talked them into letting her stay here. Oh, her 
older sister Sally's supposed to keep an eye on her, but they've both got 
their parents snowed... both of them being heavy doners. So she's out doing 
her thing, leaving me and Sue to the house. Outa sight! 

"More on that shit later. Dig-I'll rap on you about how I got into a scene 
with Mrs. Potts. Check that... ain't it weird? Like I still call her 'Mrs. 
Potts' instead of June. But I've gotten so used to that all my life that I 
just can't change it. Even though I've had my cock up her ass about eight or 
nine times so far this summer. 

"She's always been teasing me... playing grabass and all. Her old man is 
dead. Like me and Bobby used to have a joke about fixing our parents up so 
that we would be brothers. But no dice-they're as different as Dickie Nixon 
and Mousie Dung. But she's always tickling at me and all. 

"So one day I'm putzing around over there... sorta hung-up since my wheels 
were laid up at the shop for a couple of days. And I'd just smoked my last 
roach... not in front of her. Like parents are down on weed... at least 
Bobby's mom and my old man. But we've just always shined it on. Good thing 
we've never been busted or it would've blown our gig... just telling them 
that we tried it once and didn't dig it. Shine it on.... Parents will 
always think it's the other guy's kids that are causing the ruckus. 

"So I go over there sort of in a bad mood because of the no-wheels, no-dope 
blues... and shit-I walk right into Mrs. Potts bareassed. Like I was just 
coming to her back door, and it was open... just the screen between us... 
going to knock on the door, dig and rap on her. But like she'd been in the 
shower and heard the phone ring and had come out to the kitchen to answer 
it. 

"Well it never got answered. Because she saw me looking at her and just 
froze there... two more rings and whoever it was hung up. Man, she had a 
pretty decent bod for a forty-year-old chick. I was really surprised... you 
don't usually dig your best friend's mom as being all that together as far 
as sex goes. But she checked out O.K. and the places where she sagged just 
intrigued me that much more, since I was used to seeing skinny, sleek foxes 
like Sue. The water that glistened in the rays of the morning sun did 
far-out things to her bod too. All in all a groovy experience. 

"I was sort of embarrassed, but I was frozen there too. I really didn't know 
what to say. But I didn't say anything. Half expected her to come out and 
slap me. But instead she smiles real wide and comes and opens the door, 
telling me to come on in. 

"Well, to make it short, she sits me down and, not even making any effort to 
hide her nud- ity, starts laying this rap on me, trying, to check me out. 
Like I said, she'd joked around in the past with both me and Bobby about sex 
... but always safe stuff, nothing anyone'd take seriously. But as she told 
me about some of her old sexual escapades-god knows why, man-she's making an 
impression on me... and my cock's making an impression on my pants, it's 
swelling up so bad from looking at her naked bod this long. 

"She starts questioning me, promising not to come down on me... so I start 
out slow... don't want to spill my guts until I'm sure of this scene. Well, 
it all seemed strange. Probably strange to her since I was younger even than 
her son. I mean I didn't think she viewed me that way. But I don't say too 
much-just enough to let her know that I know the score. They never really 
believe us for some reason when we tell them how young we are when we start 
having sex.... Doesn't seem strange to me. 

What seems strange is how long their generation waited-at least to hear them 
tell it. I've been getting it ever since I was twelve. So that's five years. 

"But I'd never got it the way I was going to get it that day. 

"She starts hinting around at different things... asking me funny questions 
about things I wasn't so sure of.... But I finally see that she's getting at 
the fact that she wants to try me on for size... only in a different way 
than I'm used to it, 'cause she keeps asking me if I've ever put my thing' 
as she calls it up a girl's ass. 

"No I haven't, Mrs. Potts. 

"That blew my mind. And she's hinting around... shining it on... playing 
the game... about how I can't be knowing as much as I think I do if I 
haven't had my cock up an asshole. Then she says that I must not be so much 
if I haven't been into it, starting to tease me. That's about the time she 
did the farthest-out thing anyone over thirty's ever done with me. She says 
that she dares me to try and put it to her asshole, offering me some goop 
that she brings from the bathroom with her and telling me to shuck off my 
pants and smear some on my cock if I'm any kind of man. Then she bends over 
the kitchen table, spreading her ass wide apart... the best beaver shot of 
all time, her damp sex hanging there below her asshole, a pouch covered with 
fine hair. 

"I can't turn down a challenge like that. Suddenly I'm not viewing her as 
Mrs. Potts anymore, but like any other dumb cunt. Before I know it, I'm 
stripped down, goop all over my hard cock as I push in from behind, and.... 
"I never knew what I'd been missing. Much better than regular pussy... and 
pussy's good. But this is outa this world. 

"I'm so glad all this has happened, 'cause my life's really been changed 
since she turned me onto it. Sinking my cock in and put of that nice, tight 
hole-tighter than a ten-year-old's cunt. I reached around her and clamped my 
hands under her belly, noticing how much looser her skin was than some young 
chick's like Sue. Her tits were heavier, floppier. But they were still fun 
to play with, batting them back and forth with my hands as I pumped my meat 
into her tight hole. 

"Remember that song the Doors had out a few years ago... Back Door Man. 
Like they copped it from this old spade dude named Willie Dixon. Well, what 
the subject is about as far as I can see is just what I'm doing. Sneaking in 
the back door after the old man's gone to the office. And giving it to the 
chick in the back door to top it off. 

"I mean what about some of the rest of the lyrics... like the thing about 
getting a blow job... head... 'eating more chicken than any man....' Far 
out! 

"And I can tell you that the back door is the only way for me now. I've 
pumped it to old lady Potts a few more times and hope for some more. 
Mind-blowing chick my best buddy's mom has turned out to be. I'm almost 
tempted to turn her onto pot, but I won't. 

"Just as long as she lets me throw my pole in her hole every now and again, 
we'll have a real nice understanding. 

"And what more can a dude ask?" 

 The fact that a seventeen-year-old boy is so sophisticated in his sexual 
knowledge may still shock a member of the older generation, but the plain 
fact is, in this age of multimedia and vast informational output, kids today 
know more about sex at the age of thirteen than their parents probably did 
at sixteen or seventeen. This can vary, especially west of the Rockies, but 
in general it is true. 

That a young man experiments as much as Alex does, with both drugs and sex, 
may be alarming to some, but a kid who is unaware of the things going on 
around him, in a changing and dangerous world, stands a lesser chance of 
survival than the cunning, hip kids like Alex. As long as Alex keeps the 
drugs down to moderation. There's the risk that he may end on a oneway trip. 

Experimentation is the key word with kids today and their approach to sex. 
Acts judged by many of their elders to be sodomy are openly practiced with a 
shrug of the shoulders, oral sex forms perhaps the most popular deviation 
from normal intercourse. But the more esoteric areas of sexuality are not 
overlooked either, even if, as in the case of Alex, they must be learned 
from a more experienced adult. Such things as sado-masochism, fetishism, 
and, yes, anality are tried by many... and not a few end up practicing what 
they learn again and again, not content with just the old meat-and-potatoes 
variety of sex. 

Anality is not by any means the most popular form of sexual expression among 
the young, but those who do go for it seem to become disciples of it rather 
than casual users. These are more than likely individuals who were strongly 
fixated in the anal stage anyway. For the individual who enjoys analism is 
likely to come to prefer it over regular intercourse once they have adjusted 
to its peculiarities. 

An article in a recent issue of Screw Magazine, itself a by-product of the 
new underground culture of the young libertarians, gives the first-hand 
account of a young woman who relies exclusively upon anality as a ] means of 
sexual gratification. Some researchers are beginning to report, on the West 
Coast, many cases of venereal infections located in the rectum... and not 
anywhere near an insignificant minority were heterosexual contacts; that is, 
the girl registered the infection. That alone should attest to the 
popularity of anality among the young. 

Reasons for anality are still wide-ranging. Much pro and con has been 
written since Freud brought the subject up. One interesting possibility is 
given by Desmond Morris in his best seller, The Naked Ape. He equates the 
fleshy protuberances known as buttocks with the woman's mammary glands, 
noting that in normal environmental conditions one of the first impressions 
of the infant is in snuggling close to the security of the warm fleshy 
mammaries and suckling, giving rise to oral pleasure. He cites the fact that 
the buttocks are round and fleshy as a reason that that area is also a 
primary erogenous zone, the red fullness being reminiscent to the child as 
he progresses from oral to anal. Little wonder that some individuals stop 
growing here, just as many more stop at the oral stage. In addition, the 
buttocks are close to the gonads, and come into constant manipulation during 
sex play. 

But perhaps the best way to learn of a person's fixations are through 
first-hand accounts, so we continue as Alex tells of his growing fascination 
with the rectum. 

 "Dig it-this is the scene: "I'm on the couch in Sue's pad... I'm sunk 
about six inches into her soft, furry little box... a box that's almost as 
good as her asshole. Not quite. But the trouble is in getting this dense 
chick to believe in the old up-the-ass routine. 

Even though we're steadies, she's been giving me a hard time ever since I 
tried to slip one up her ass a few weeks ago. And she wasn't going for 
it-made me pull that sucker out quicker than shit, crying that it hurt too 
much. With a glop of vaseline, it still hurts. 

"Even though we're communicating pretty heavy now-me sawing away steadily at 
her fine cunt-we've been having lots of rifts the past few weeks because I 
want her to at least try and dig taking it in the ass. But now her 
dumb-cuntedness is really showing... stupid fifteen-year-old chicks are 
always so backwards. Won't even give it a try though. I mean, how's somebody 
supposed to grow, to go through changes, if they're not willing to take a 
chance? If she was half as groovy about this as she is about taking 
drugs-and she'll drop anything anyone hands her-then at least she'd be 
harassed about it. Dumb cunt, no-assed cunt. 

"But she really has a fine ass. And here I'm having to get all my super 
nookie off a forty-year-old broad. Not that I'm holding it against Mrs. 
Potts, but I wish she hadn't turned me on to this in a way... then I 
wouldn't be having such a hassle with Sue. But I really don't mean that. I 
mean this anal shit is the greatest number in the world. I'm just getting 
pretty torqued about Sue's not coming across. I mean, if it's so terrific 
with old Mrs. Potts and her flabby ass, just think how outa sight it would 
be with a sleek split-tail like Suzie. It blows the mind. 

"But here I am, trying with all my might to keep things cool between us, 
giving her her jollies as I pump my cock harder into her. Her long black 
hair is twined around one of my shoulders as I stuff the pork to her, our 
mouths biting at each other's necks. Her pussy feels good against my 
pounding prickhead, but it is not enough... doesn't give me the friction 
that an ass does. It's too smooth, almost velvety- her pussy that is. It's 
tighter than a lot of girls' -I'll give her credit for that. She does a lot 
of exercises for dance and she has really good control of her abdominal 
muscles. She can practically make that snatch of hers talk the way it snaps 
at your cock when she's working those belly muscles. But still not quite as 
tight as the natural contractions of the sphincter, and the tissues aren't 
tacky enough. A guy has to get some kind of grip. 

"But I'm trying my damndest to give her a good time. I wish she'd give me 
some consideration. Shit-I was giving her the best poling she'd ever had, 
and yet she's getting so up-tight about the asshole thing... threatened 
never to see me if I ever tried it again. 

"I'm hoping that she's close now-my guts have got to spill their load pretty 
quick. I push my feet against the arm of the couch for lever- age and really 
start to pump hard and fast as a signal to her that she'd better get it 
together if she's thinking about coming in the near future. She responds, 
moving her long legs just a bit higher on my back, rocking her hips faster 
as she slips into high gear along with me. She meets my every move 
perfectly, her hands even keeping rhythm as they paw at my back. Her 
breasts, nipples hard against my chest, roll underneath me, hard at the 
points but surrounded by a sea of foamy softness.... 

"And now I'm spilling my hot nuts into her pussy, pumping as fast and hard 
as my cock will last... which ain't so very long in a pussy. Once I shoot 
into a pussy it's all over for me. Can't never get it up again... not for a 
few minutes anyway. But in an asshole-what with the way the sticky surfaces 
trap your cock like gum-well, I can shoot a load and reload in a minute. 

"But now Sue's thrashing her head from side to side, calling out my name... 
'Alex, oh Alex.' The reason: she's coming. And a broad's brains are between 
their legs. That's why she thinks she loves me now. If she really loved me, 
she'd let me stick my cock up her ass and have a little fun of my own. 

"Much later: "After mucho grass, some really dynamite shit I'd scored from 
Bobby-he'd sent it from Nam... Yeah, everybody over there's fighting on 
weed.... Wonder they haven't massacred all the villages. So he's been 
sending me some of that Vietnamese weed which is really some heavy shit. So 
me and the little lady are stoned out of our gourds. 

"We're sitting there completely zonked and digging the Stones. We've also 
got her color (her Daddy's) TV on, but with the sound down so we can dig the 
stereo. I look over to where she's lying on the couch-still nude-and feel 
myself getting stiff again. That trim bod of hers is such a knockout. I gaze 
down below her firm belly to the thick thatch of pubic hair that looks even 
blacker and even bigger against the whiteness of her thin body. 

"I decide that maybe if I butter her up I can con her into taking it in the 
ass. I know I'm obsessed with it, but what the fuck? Goddamn you Mrs. Potts 
for showing me something this groovy that nobody else but you and me dig. 
Should be some kinda law.... 

"But the best way to butter up Sue is to give her head. So I slip down to 
the floor and crawl over to her, craning my neck up to get close to her 
snatch. 

" 'Would you like me to eat your box?' " 'Well, thank you... good idea.' 
"Have to be formal, don't want to come on crude. She spreads her legs, 
lifting them so that she can straddle them over my shoulders.... She's 
sitting up now, you see. Me-I'm kneeling on my knees on the floor in front 
of her, my head closing in on her snatch. 

"A word about eating snatch: "Suck. 

"Some more words are these: you can really get to a chick's heart by eating 
her snatch. At least that's what I hoped. I'm not crazy about giving head 
... got nothing against it, but it just doesn't turn me on that much either. 
I'd rather get head.... That's about equal to fucking a pussy for me, but 
of course it too has now taken a backseat to the back door as far as I'm 
concerned. 

"But the main purpose of eating a snatch, whether you get it up from doing 
it or not, is to give pleasure to the chick. Concentrate on the clit-forget 
all about trying to ram your tongue up their snatch unless you've got a 
foot-long mother or some such shit. Your little tongue won't do much good up 
there-it'd get lost. Nose around at the top of the groove and get after that 
clit. Take it between your teeth and roll it around until it gets nice and 
hard. Suck on it while you run your hands up and down her thighs... over 
her belly. Blow gently on it, then suck it between your lips hard, give it 
all you've got. Don't stop until the girl is coming. 

"I didn't stop until she'd come all over my face. 

"That's what I did all right. "Then I asked her to bend over and take it in 
the ass. 

"Coming out of her post-climactic slump she hit me a good one across the 
face... first time she'd ever done that to me. 

" 'You asshole-I thought I told you never to talk about that again,' she 
said, getting up to go to the bathroom and leaving me confused and pissed. 

"All that effort of giving her head... down the drain.... "So a word about 
eating snatch. "It sucks. 

"Some more words about it are these: you can still really get to a chick's 
heart by eating her snatch. But watch out when you get there.... Don't bite 
into that ventricle just yet. Her heart may be made of stone-just like my 
girl Sue's is. 

"I was highly irritated about the slap she'd given me. I mean all I'd done 
was ask. She didn't have to be so shitty about it. But there was something 
on the tube that caught my attention, something that made me forget my 
disappointing standoff with my girl... I went over and shut off the stereo, 
turned up the volume of the tube and sat down in front of it. 

"Orson Welles was on a talk show and he was really laying down this heavy 
rap. I watched it for a few moments until a commercial came on, then went 
back over to the couch and got the vial of grass off the coffee table. I 
rolled another joint, went back over to the tube and sat down again. The 
commercials were still going. I began flipping the dial and then... pay 
dirt, something even better than before. A W. C. Fields movie. I started 
cracking up. 

"About this time Sue comes out of the bathroom, glaring at me as she walks 
past, her pussy all wiped clean. She goes over to the stereo and turns it up 
full-blast when the next record drops... really trying to get on my 
nerves-she's just blotted out a punchline. 

"Hey you fucking cunt... can't you see I'm watching something?' She was 
really trying to get a rise out of me. I dig music, but not when I'm into 
something else. 

" 'What could be heavier than the Stones?' she threw at me in her coldest 
voice. 

"I gestured angrily at the screen. 'Well there was Orson Wells... and now 
W. C. Fields.' " 'You're gonna tell me that they're heavier than the 
Stones?' '"I just did!' I shot back with finality. But she didn't want it to 
end there. I was really fed up and I pushed the button on the set hard, 
making it turn into a fading light in the center that rapidly diminished to 
nothing. 

" 'I've had fucking enough of you,' I screamed. 'I'm getting my dope and 
splitting.' I scrambled to my feet, went over to the couch and got my stash 
and made for the door. I o p e n e d it abruptly, stepped outside into the 
cool air and then slammed it behind me hard. 

"A few seconds later, a subdued version of my former self, I reluctantly 
pressed the doorbell of Sue's house, shivering and hoping she'd hurry. 

"She jerked the door open, already hip to my stupid move, laughing openly 
and contemptuously in my face, making me burn again. 

" 'Looking for these?' she asked, tossing some clothes at me. 

"I'd forgotten to dress. 

"Kicking the clothes back indoors, I pushed my way past her and went over to 
the couch and sat down, my face red with embarrassment and anger. 

" 'Well, hit the road, fella. I thought you were long gone?' "She was really 
pissing me off. No, I didn't want to split-I really dig the chick. But she 
was really pushing it. I had to assert myself if I ever would. I had to have 
my cock up her ass... then if she didn't like it, fine. That'd be curtains. 
But I just had to do it. It couldn't keep on the way it had been recently. 

" 'I'll show you "long gone," ' I yelled when she came walking past me. I 
reached out and tripped her with my feet as she came by, forcing her over my 
lap as I repositioned myself on the couch. She really went crazy, trying to 
fight me by scratching at me, or to kick-anything to get away. 

" 'What are you doing-have you flipped?'" 

"'I'll show you what flip means,' I promised, forcing one of her arms behind 
her in a hammer-lock and applying pressure. She changed her tune in one 
hurry, pleading with me not to hurt her. 

"But the position was one I should have taken a long time ago. And her 
still-nude ass was inviting me to do something that'd probably never been 
done. 

"Keeping a good deal of pressure on that arm, rendering her pretty much 
helpless, I raised my right hand and brought it down with a resounding 
smack. And then the other cheek... smack! 

" 'Yeoowwwww. Alex, have you gone crazy? Even my own father never spanked 
me.' She was truly indignant about the whole situation. 

" 'Well, he should have!' I told her, bringing my hand down over the middle 
of her huddling, squirming white cheeks just at the cleft of her asshole. 

"I admired my handiwork... two pink handprints and a blotch in the middle. 
It looked so bitchin' that I decided to add color to the entire area. Smack. 
Smack. Smack. My hand smarted a bit from the repeated application, but it 
was worth it... I could feel the past month's frustrations pouring from me 
with every swat that reverberated loudly throughout the room. Smack-the 
bottom of the left cheek. Smack- the top of the right hemisphere. 

"Her ass was getting pretty red by this time and she was alternately 
threatening to kill me, and then sobbing like a baby for me to let her up. 
But I kept going.... Must've given her about fifty swats before I eased up 
.... My first mistake. I'd figured that she was pretty well subdued from the 
looks of her flaming backside and from the way she'd been bawling her head 
off. 

"But she really surprised me. I felt a sudden searing pain on my left 
thigh-the fucking bitch was biting me! She'd really taken a large chunk out 
of my leg.... The pain was terrible. The only thing I knew to do was bring 
my hand down with a karate chop behind her neck.... _ Had to do it pretty 
hard but at least she let go. 

"I looked down at my leg and saw that a large bruise had already formed 
there. Tears welled in my -eyes from the pain. That cunt could bite! 

" 'You fucking bitch, that did it!' " 'No.... What are you doing?... Have 
you gone crazy?' "I'd have my ass even if I had to go to jail for it. I 
pulled her roughly down to the floor and threw her torso across the top of 
the couch so that she was kneeling over it, her red, welted ass throbbing 
over the edge, bent just right to take it up the asshole. 

"The pain in my thigh was still searing me, driving me on. I resumed my 
hammerlock of her arm, twisting it painfully higher than before. As long as 
I had her in this position she'd have a hard time dealing with me, for I was 
kneeling directly behind her, too close for her feet to do any good, in 
control of her arm to such an extent that it made her other one useless. For 
whenever she tried to reach back and do something I merely increased the 
pressure of the hammer-lock, making her abandon whatever strategy she'd 
tried to formulate in her stupid cunt brain. But the best thing about this 
position was that I was away from her fucking teeth. Man, she wouldn't 
forget this day as long as she lived for pulling that shit. 

" 'Now I'm going to give you something you've had coming all your life.' " 
'What? Another spanking?' Even through her tears she was being a wise-ass. 
Well, I'd wisen her ass up some with this stunt. 

"I pressed myself down against her flaming buttocks and started shoving my 
cock up the cleft of her ass until the tip pressed against the opening of 
her hole. It looked so nice and inviting and virginal-my quick and ill-fated 
attempt had been the first actual one-but as yet no come had spurted into 
her rectum. 

"Ignoring her pleas, I leaned heavily against her back, not hunkering all 
the way down to touch her back as I had to be able to maneuver her arm in 
case she tried for some more trouble. I pressed my cock against the hole, 
feeling the heat that radiated from her freshly spanked hillocks. 

"I didn't have any lube so it was both difficult and painful for her as I 
pushed the head hard, aided by my hand on the shaft of my cock, straining to 
get the ring to give... and... finally it slipped in as easy as pie, 
bumping against rough spots as I shoved the shaft in, un-lubricated as it 
was. 

"She began screaming, so I applied some more pressure to her arm and told 
her to cool it or I'd cool her. She must've really thought I was 
freaked-out, and I was sorta, because she clammed up, even though she still 
let out sharp hisses and muffled cries as I began my motions. 

"Once I was in there for a little while, her anal tissues began to accept 
the cock, tending to provide lubrication in the form of shit, making up for 
the unlubed entrance I'd made. She was offering less and less resistance as 
I began to slide my cock in a steady cadence through the sticky substance 
that felt so good, especially to the head of my cock. 

"She was beginning to whimper slightly, which I saw as a sign of 
encouragement, as it was definitely a sigh of pleasure. But I'd have to go 
all the way with it to make her a believer. She was still trying to cover up 
as much as possible, trying to resist me whenever she'd think I was easing 
up on her. 

"Deciding to see if I could get back in her good graces after all, I slipped 
my free hand around her blistered waist, under the soft underbelly until I 
came to her slit. Groping around in the dampness, I finally found what I was 
looking for. A little clit massage during my rear attack certainly couldn't 
hurt things. Maybe it'd help things. 

"And I kept pumping away at her hips, really starting to get into the good 
feelings that were churning in my guts. The tactile sensations of an asshole 
are just so much better-even the smell of a fucked asshole is intoxicating. 
I think if I had a choice between balling a chick in the cunt, and a guy in 
the ass that I'd be liable to take the guy, even though I've never done that 
before. 

"But don't hold me to it. 

"The tissues were beginning to get a bit mushy-just right, dampening the 
sandpaper effect of their dry state. And it looked like I was pulling off a 
miracle.... I wouldn't have believed it myself, but she was now pushing her 
hips back to meet me, moaning more than she usually did with regular 
.balling. And finally I was hearing her say: " 'Oh, yes, lover. So sorry I 
bit your leg- ooooooooOOO! Ah, baby.... I had the spanking coming... sorry 
sorry... this is soooo gooooooooooooooob! Oh OH... more, more, MORE! Oh, 
lover. Oh oh.... I need it!' "So everything was turning out in the end. I 
excitedly saw our future coming together again.... But now I was getting 
too far gone in the balling.... Her sweet ass pumping hot up to me.... Hot 
butt.... Hot hot hot. 

"Like my guts.... The seeds are boiling.... Got to let go.... I work her 
clit to make up... 

and here comes... won't be long.  "My mind, not long ago crazed with 
flip-out anger had been cooled. She was really going nuts for this, babbling 
some incoherent language as she proved that women's brains are between their 
legs... only some of them have their brains farther back, in the ass to be 
exact. 

"And now I was bubbling over. The fact that my lean-hipped chick loved me 
again made it better. The fact that she now was into my thing... that 
always makes it better. 

"I reflected on how much better her leanness was compared to Mrs. Potts.... 
But I breathed a silent thanks to that outa-sight chick for turning me on to 
this scene. 

"And now I explode into the ass of my girl, causing a shimmer of delight to 
sweep down her back as I continue to pump her until I'm dry, rubbing her 
clit as I do so.... And now she's looking so good by coming after me... and 
even the pain that still throbs dully in my thigh feels good. 

"I press down against her back tiredly, my spent cock shriveling inside her 
ass, finally the victor in our battle. It all seems too good to be true." 

CONCLUSION So we come to the end of our tale, as it were, perhaps better 
prepared to deal with the phenomenon of anal eroticism. In the veritable 
cacophony of voices crying about sexual liberation it is often difficult to 
distinguish just what one's point is, how one goes about sorting fact from 
fallacy when it comes to dealing with the various deviations from the normal 
fare. In a work of this length, it is impossible to give all the views upon 
such a subject as analism, but we hope that some light has been shed upon 
this relatively dark area of concern. 

We have attempted not to gloss over the subject with faint praise, or blind 
condemnation, but have sought the true feelings of those actually involved 
... finding that anal lovemaking, like any other human endeavor, depends 
largely upon the tastes of the individual, and that thoughts upon the 
phenomenon can.range from those who find it sheer ecstasy, to those who 
find it merely ' a pain in the ass'. In a time of multimedia data input, 
leaving the average person swimming dizzily in a deluge of propaganda that 
threatens to drown him should he attempt to sort it out, the individual must 
take it upon himself to find the nature of his own sexuality, if he ever 
hopes to adapt the information usefully to his own ends. 

GLOSSARY The following glossary is not intended in any way to represent a 
complete range of psychosexual terms, but contains only those terms relative 
to anal-eroticism as an aid to the reader. All terms are either conventional 
or medical, unless notated as being slang (si.). 

A-HOLE (si.)-The anus. 

ALGOLAGNIA-Sadomasochism, sexual pleasures associated with pain. 

ANACLITIC-Denoting the relationship between adult sexual pleasures and 
infantile similarities, such as anal intercourse to early toilet training, 
etc. 

ANAL-EROTICISM-Extreme sexual sensitivity in the anus. 

ANALINGUS OR ANALINCTUS-Combined anal and oral sex-the kissing and licking 
of the anus by the tongue. 

ANAL INTERCOURSE-The substitution of the anus for the vagina... the 
insertion of any object such as the penis, a tongue, dildo, etc., into the 
anus for the purposes of sexual stimulation. 

ANAL MASTURBATION-Masturbation by an anal-erotic means. Inserting an object 
into the anus for purposes of self-gratification. 

ASSHOLE (si.)-The anus. 

AUTOSADISM-A form of sadism wherein one performs the act of inflicting pain 
on oneself. 

BACK SCUTTLE (si.)-To perform anal intercourse. 

BACKSIDE-The buttocks. 

BACKYARD (si.)-The anal region. 

BENDER (si.)-Male homosexual who submits to anal intercourse. 

BORETTO MAN (si.)-Active pederast. 

BROWN OR BROWN HOLE (si.)-Refers to the anus. 

BUGGER-A pederast, or one who takes the active role in anal intercourse; to 
engage in the activity. 

BUTTOCKS-The fleshy part of the hips located at the base of the spine. 

CATAMITE-Boy kept by active male homosexual for the purposes of pederasty. 

COITUS PER RECTUM-Medical term for anal intercourse. 

COPROLAGNIA-Act of receiving gratification from the handling of feces. 

DILDO-An artificial penis or godemiche, often worn by lesbians, but 
infrequently used by a female in the anus of a passive male. 

DUFF (si.)-The buttocks. 

FETISH-An obsession with an object or part of the body not normally 
associated with sex which arouses erotic feelings. 

GREEK CULTURE (si.)-Pederasty, or any form of anal lovemaking. 

INTROMISSION-The act of inserting the penis into one of the erogenous zones 
such as the vagina, anus or mouth. 

KEESTER (si:)-The buttocks. 

ONANISM-Masturbation. 

OSCAR (si.)-A male homosexual who performs genital-anal intercourse 
actively. 

PEDERASTY-Genital-anal intercourse whereby the penis of the active male is 
introduced anally into the female or homosexual male partner. 

PERINEUM-The area between the genitalia and the anus. 

POLYMORPHOUS-Plurisexual; sexual responsiveness in almost any part of the 
body, particularly in those areas associated with infantile sensuality such 
as the mouth, anus, breasts. 

PROSTATE-The glands at the base of the urethra which eject the semen during 
male ejaculation. These glands can be stimulated by anal intercourse. 

REAMING QUEEN (si.)-A passive male homosexual who allows himself to be 
'reamed' anally. REAR ENTRY POSITION-'Dog-style' which can be used for 
either vaginal or anal penetration; the most favored position for pederasty. 

RIM (si.)-To perform oral intercourse. 

RING (si.)-The anus; the opening to the anus. 

SODOMY-All forms of oral and anal intercourse practiced genitally, as well 
as in bestiality. 

UROLAGNIA-Sexual pleasure from urination. 


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