The Anal Lovers
[aka 'The Anal Cult' or 'Cult Of Analism' or 'The Anus Cult']
by J.P. Donaldson


INTRODUCTION 

Let's get one thing clear right from the beginning. I've always tried to be 
tolerant towards the various foibles of my fellowman and to live a policy of 
"live and let live." What another person does, as long as it doesn't injure 
me or my society, is none of my business. Another person's beliefs, whether 
they agree or disagree with mine, are his beliefs, and are not mine to 
judge. If he doesn't try to impose his beliefs on me, I won't try to impress 
mine on him. 

A large part of the work done by a free-lance writer such as myself is 
tracking down the loose ends of a lot of odd rumors that crop up from time 
to time, tracing them to their roots, and finding out if there is really a 
story there, or if somebody has simply had his imagination working overtime 
again. The latter is usually the case. 

At least 99 percent of the story leads that come across a writer's desk are 
bull, pure and unadulterated. It's the hope of tracking down that elusive 
one percent that can lead to a money-making book or article that keeps us 
working on those leads. 

I keep good files, one of the most valuable tools for a free-lance writer, 
and I review them as often as I can, just to keep up with what's happening 
in the world while I'm busy writing. The last time I made a quick pass 
through them I didn't catch anything that looked like the makings of an 
earthshaking story, but I did notice one thing that didn't seem to fit. One 
of the subject files had been growing a lot faster than usual. The one 
labeled Cults: Offbeat. 

Curiosity reared its hungry head. The curiosity that marks the inveterate 
free-lance writer-especially when the diet has dropped to beans and 
hamburger again. This curiosity is the one big factor that leads to 
money-making stories, and when it began nibbling at the corners of my mind I 
simply had to dig into the file to find out what was going on. 

The folder was packed with clippings, and they were a bizarre lot. There 
were weird cults from all over the world represented, some by quite a bit of 
publicity flack. I'm sure you know the kind of cults I mean. The 
California's-Slip-ping-into-the-Sea-by-Earthquake-Next-Tuesday group and the 
Christ-Came, Didn't-Dig-It, and-Left gatherings. Even the Flat Earth Society 
was there, along with those who believed that the only true path to 
salvation was to live in caves and eat purple cabbage leaves and the 
doomsday-tomorrow-afternoon types. There were, however, some pretty well 
established groups as well. Those with religious or pseudo-religious dogmas 
which separated them from the mainstream of religious or scientific thought, 
but not by a great deal. A slight crack, rather than a gap. 

Gathered together in one large group were a bunch of selected clippings, 
mostly from West Coast papers, about a new group, sort of an offshoot of the 
wife-swapping scene, that was making a big thing about anal sexual activity, 
claiming that it was the answer to both sexual hang-ups and the population 
explosion. 

A few weeks later I had a small newspaper assignment that took me out to San 
Francisco, and while I was there I took a side trip down to Los Angeles to 
see if I could pick up any more information on this new cult. There's an old 
saying that since Los Angeles is at the lower left corner of the United 
States, all the loose nuts in the country roll to it. I don't know whether 
this is true or not, but I do know that Los Angeles seems to be the home of 
more offbeat happenings and cults than any other city, so I wasn't really 
surprised to find that it was the home of this new anal cult. 

I got things started by calling and setting up a luncheon with a couple of 
old friends, a former free-lancer who is now the news director of a Los 
Angeles television station, and a psychol- ogist I had met some years 
previously while doing research for an article on the hippie revolution. 

My newsman friend wasn't able to give me a whole lot of information or help, 
but what he did give me proved to be invaluable in the preparation of this 
book. He started off by giving me a bit of background on the whole sex-cult 
thing. 

"To start with," he told me, "you've got to realize that there's a whole lot 
of difference between the 'official' and 'unofficial' attitudes towards sex 
and sexual behavior in this country. 

"In the past ten or fifteen years there has been more sex education going on 
than in the previous two hundred, and because of this the entire field of 
sexual superstition has almost died out. The love potions, sexual taboos, 
and what-have-you of the 'primitive' societies seem to have disappeared from 
this country, but those same superstitions seem to have been replaced by a 
more toned-down form of sex rites, rites which you, and everyone else, comes 
into contact with each day, probably without realizing their significance. 

"What, other than superstition, can you call the dependence on horoscopes 
for sexual information? Likewise, the 'mental' disciplines of the Eastern 
religions such as Zen and the Ma-harishi stuff the Beatles brought back a 
few years ago, dianetics, and all the rest-these are nothing more than 
adaptations of the old superstitions." 

When I thought about it, I had to agree with him, and I began to understand 
why some of these cults, the swapping cult, and now the anal cult, were 
gaining such popularity. 

He wasn't, unfortunately, able to give me much information on the cult 
itself, but he was able to give me the name and address of a person involved 
in the cult, as well as a letter of introduction to him. 

The psychologist, on the other hand, was able to give me a little of the 
background on why these people became involved in something like an anal 
cult, and what the long-term results of their involvement might be. 

It seems, according to his ideas of sexual behavior, that whenever a 
specific sex act, other than one involving force or children, is banned 
either by social pressure or by force of law, it often tends, simply because 
it is banned, to become particularly pleasurable or inviting to many people. 

Prohibited kinds of sexual behavior, such as anal ism, often take on the 
aspects of novelty and adventure which they probably would not have were 
they not banned. In other words, quite often a man or woman may develop a 
desire for anal sexual activity not because they no longer enjoy the normal 
sex act, but because there is an element of danger, thrill, and novelty in 
the illicit anal act, which adds to the pleasure of the act. 

The problem this causes is that, when society bans a sex act for which some 
people feel a strong desire, these people have the choice of either 
consciously favoring the anal act, and unconsciously feeling guilty and 
shameful about it, or consciously being against the act, and feeling 
unconsciously compelled to resort to it nevertheless. In either event, the 
banned anal act is usually, in one degree or another, at one time or 
another, actually performed when the desire becomes too strong to resist, 
and is later regretted. In either case, the end result is a feeling of guilt 
caused by the original repression of the forbidden desire, which is then 
combined with psychopathologically obsessional behavior and frustration. 

According to Sigmund Freud, repression is the core symptom for almost every 
form of sexual deviation, including anal sexual activities. He described the 
development of frustration, and its release, by saying that a traumatic 
experience or experiences, usually in childhood and of a sexual or 
pseudosexual nature, such as difficulty in "potty-training" or a period of 
prolonged constipation, are "forgotten," or, more properly, repressed. 
However, the excitement associated with the event has not been extinguished, 
and its traces persist in the unconscious in the form of repressed memories. 
These memories remain without outward effect until some contemporary event, 
such as a disturbing love affair or an unhappy or unsatisfactory sexual 
adjustment in marriage, revives them. At this point there is a breakdown of 
the successful repression, and what Freud termed "the return of the 
repressed," which signals the onset of the aberration or deviation, in this 
case, the involvement in anal sexual activities. In Freud's words, quoting 
from The Essays on the Theory of Sexuality: 

The original sexual excitement is revived and is now forced to find a new 
path or outlet. The clinical manifestation or symptom results from a 
compromise between the repressed desire and what I call the "dominant mass 
of ideas constituting the ego." 

Dr. Karen Homey saw acts such as methodical analism as being an essentially 
self-effacing solution to guilt and repressed desires. She stated that, in 
the self-effacing solution, sexual activity has the greatest appeal for 
solving such problems. The subject individual is, in fact, compelled to 
engage in various sexual activities, especially "deviant" actions, as well 
as exhibit overemphasized traits such as self-sacrifice, compliancy, 
sympathy, and dependency, seeing these acts as having a high moral and 
emotional value and offsetting the repressed desires. 

The self-effacing subject needs to be loved, to give in rather than argue, 
to please, to be approved of. She is oversensitive to and fears criticism, 
rejection, abandonment, and to the degree that she may anticipate these 
reactions she is usually completely without justification in her fears. Dr. 
Jack Rubins, explaining Dr. Horney's theories, in his On the Early 
Development of the Self, stated: 

In its extreme form, this solution (self-effacement) may be manifested as 
morbid dependency and is often characterized by neglect of self so severe as 
to result in self-elimination. Helplessness has great appeal; consequently, 
unconscious acting-out through sexual perversion may occur. 

In other words, where a deviant personality, in this case a woman, enters 
into anal sexual activities because of a desire for self-effacement, there 
is a very real danger that the eventual result may be suicide. 

Dr. Wilhelm Reich, who gained prominence as the director of the Vienna 
Seminar for Psychoanalytic Therapy, postulated explanations for the abnormal 
and/or deviant behavioral patterns of both men and "Women involved in 
psychopathological sexual activities, which would include anal ism. 

He believed that the female was of a compulsive character, orderly and 
thrifty, and with a tendency to ruminate. Outwardly, she is extremely 
controlled. Inwardly, she is distrustful and indecisive. Her affective 
reactions are diminished almost to the point where effective assertive 
actions are completely blocked. Dr. Reich explained this, in his Character 
Analysis, by stating: 

These characteristics are the result of fixation at the anal-sadistic level, 
due to overly strict or premature toilet training. The strong inhibitions 
which are created at this stage interfere with the progression to the 
genital phase, and, instead, bring about a regression to the earlier stage 
of anal interests and aggression. 

In contrast to the female, Dr. Reich saw the type of male who would become 
involved in anal sexual activities as being of a phallic-narcissistic 
character. With this type of personality development the individual does not 
regress to the passivity of the anal-sadistic phase,- although he is 
confident and arrogant. Moreover, these traits plus aggression and sadism 
are manifested overtly since reaction to formation is absent. He is 
attractive as a sexual object, although he may often be orgastically 
impotent, an important datum to keep in mind as we examine the case 
histories of several men involved in anal sexual activities. 

Dr. Reich, in his previously cited work, described the male 
phallic-narcissistic character in the following manner: 

The male always has contempt for the fe- male and has great phallic pride, 
but the phallus is in the service of aggression, not of love. The formation 
of this character type is usually attributed to frustration of the child's 
attempts to win the love object through display of the phallus at an early 
stage of development, and his consequent identification with the rejecting 
person. 

For such a man, it is clear that the anal sexual act has become primarily a 
demonstration of sexual potency, as well as a means of degrading or 
destroying the woman, whom he identifies as the person who rejected him as a 
child. 

It is this desire to degrade women, to prove masculinity and superiority, 
which is the prime reason for a development of anal sexual desires in an 
otherwise "normal" man. 

To some the idea that anal sexual activity in women, or the desire for such 
activity, is caused by the toilet training received by the girl while still 
a child is pure nonsense. Nevertheless, psychological researchers, from 
Freud's time to the present, put the blame for virtually all abnormal or 
deviant sexual behavior on events which took place during childhood, and 
which were then repressed until they were brought out by some traumatic 
experience in adulthood. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

And Still Be a Virgin 

"They told me that you wanted to know how, and why, I got involved in this 
anal cult thing. Well, really, it was all an accident, and one that I'm very 
happy about, now. 

"The first time I went to one of their affairs, or actually was brought to 
it, I certainly wasn't very happy about it, but later, when I had a chance 
to think, I realized that the whole thing was perfect for me. 

"Before joining The Cult, that's what we call it, 'The Cult,' I was really 
mixed up and in trouble, sexually. You see, I was a twenty-five-year-old 
virgin, and was intent on staying a virgin until I got married. The trouble 
was, my intentions regarding staying a virgin were strictly mental; my 
physical side had a completely different set of ideas. 

"I know that the modern morality and woman's lib say that it's all right for 
a woman to have sex while she's still single, and that with the advent of 
the pill and IUD and all that there's very little chance of a girl becoming 
pregnant unless she wants to, but I was the storybook 'old-fashioned girl,' 
and I actually believed that it was important that the man I married found 
me to be a virgin on our wedding night. For that matter, I still do. 

"I was working in an insurance office then, and I've got to admit that I 
wasn't having much fun. Oh, when I first started work there I had plenty of 
dates, but when the salesmen found out that I wasn't interested in going to 
bed with them, under any circumstances,'my popularity made a great leap into 
oblivion. At that, some of the more persistent ones tried three or four 
times to get me into bed, with dinners and shows and dancing and the whole 
works, but when they found out that I meant it, that I was demanding a 
license before giving up what they were after, they ran, not walked, to the 
nearest exit. At times it was really funny to watch them trying to avoid 
making a second date with me. 

"None of them interested me, though. Not for marriage, anyway. There were a 
couple that I really enjoyed going out with; we had a lot of fun on dates, 
but since the date ended just when they thought it should be starting, they 
soon stopped taking me out, and the evenings started getting longer and 
longer. 

"Then William came to work in the office. William, not Bill. He was very 
insistent about that. At the time he seemed to be completely different from 
any of the other men working there. For one thing, he didn't, in three long 
months, make a single pass at me. He'd stop and talk, and occasionally buy 
me a cup of coffee, but that was it. 

"Another thing that made him totally different from the other guys, both in 
the office and out, was that he didn't play any of the little sex innuendo 
games that all the other guys play. When we talked, it was about music, or 
current events, or shows. None of the little double-meaning stuff that most 
guys seem to think turns a girl on. 

"Like I said, William had been working in the office for three months before 
he attempted any sort of a pass at me, and then the pass, if it can be 
called that, was just an invitation to lunch. It was another two months 
before he got around to asking me out for dinner and a show. 

"William seemed like such a nice guy that I figured I was safe with him, so 
I had several drinks with dinner, and by the time we got to the show I was 
feeling pretty good, you know what I mean? Sort of giggly and silly, and I 
was beginning to realize that I really liked William. Liked him as something 
more than just a friend. 

"He lived up to what I expected of him, and during the show he didn't even 
put his arm around me, or tried to kiss me, or feel me up, or anything like 
that. He just sat there and watched the movie, gently holding my hand. 

"After the show William asked me if I'd care to go with him to a late party 
some friends of his were having, and since there was no work the next day, I 
agreed, without the slightest thought that there might be anything funny 
about the invitation. 

"The house he took me to was a fairly large one, off in a pretty exclusive 
residential district. I hope you don't mind, but I'm not going to tell you 
exactly which one. 

"Anyway, we went in, William just walked right in without knocking or 
anything, and I saw in the dim light inside that there were several couples 
there, most of them dancing, but some sitting around the big living room on 
small couches. The light wasn't good enough to show exactly what they were 
doing, but it appeared that they were simply necking. 

"As soon as we got there William asked me if I wanted to dance. He seemed 
surprised when I said yes, and I found out that he was an excellent dancer. 
Pretty soon, though, he suggested a drink, and again I agreed. 

"He left for a minute, then returned with two drinks, which we took over to 
an unoccupied couch. The drink turned out to be a pretty strong one, and it, 
combined with the happy evening I'd already had, put me in a relaxed and 
positively ecstatic mood. I sort of slouched back on the soft velvet of the 
couch, with William's arm draped lightly around my shoulder, and let my mind 
relax. I have to admit that, this being our first date, I had been a little 
more tense than I may have described, but the drinks, the soft music, the 
dancing, and, most of all, William's exemplary behavior, had completely 
lowered my guard. 

"I don't know just how long we simply sat there quietly, but it must have 
been at least ten minutes. Then, without him making any sudden movements, I 
felt William's hand coming up to my cheek, turning my face to his. It was 
the most natural thing in the world for me to tilt my head back, raising my 
face for his kiss. A kiss that brushed across my lips as lightly as a 
feather's touch. 

"His warm, full lips lingered against mine for several long seconds, then 
the pressure between us slowly increased and my lips parted of their own 
accord, giving entrance to his searching tongue. 

"It was as if some sort of burning need had suddenly been set off in both of 
us. The hand , resting on my cheek moved around to the back of my head, 
pulling my face tight against his as our lips ground together, tongues 
flashing in and out, mine spearing into his mouth, tasting across the smooth 
ridge of his teeth, pressing against the slight roughness of his tongue, 
then retreating as his chased it into my mouth. It felt wonderful, 
completely bypassing my conscious thoughts. I was totally in the grip of my 
female emotions. 

"The kiss was so long and so beautiful, so completely filling for my 
emotions, that I hardly noticed it when his hand brushed across my breast, 
passing, then coming back, resting lightly against it. Even through' the 
cloth of my blouse and bra I could feel that heat of his hand, and it was a 
heat that seemed to match the fire building inside my body. 

"Without thinking I turned my body on the couch, facing him, and immediately 
his finger started working at the buttons of my blouse, freeing them, then 
going inside to press against my bra. My head seemed to be getting lighter 
and lighter as his hand moved against me, dropping to run across the skin of 
my belly, then going around behind me. With a quick, sure motion of his 
fingers the snap on my bra came apart, and at once his hand was back in 
front of me, going under the lightly padded cotton to cup my breast in his 
hot palm. 

"Without understanding what was happening I could feel my breast responding 
to his touch, the nipple growing and hardening against his palm. The tips of 
his fingers found the hot, tight little bud, flicking it, pinching it 
lightly, rubbing it back and forth, setting me on fire. 

"Our deep, searching kiss finally broke, but before I had a chance to 
recover my wits, to realize consciously what was happening to me, he had 
bent his neck, dropped his head, and was sending new, even stronger, thrills 
through my body. 

"His lips ran a thrilling line down the side of my neck, his tongue probing 
into the hollow at the base of it, drawing little circles of wetness, then 
moving across to the tender skin of my shoulder. His tongue seemed to be 
leaving a trail of burning nerve endings behind it as it moved slowly down, 
across the swelling of my breast, to the sensitive tenderness of my nipple. 
The slight roughness of his tongue rubbed across it, contrasting with the 
smoothness of his lips, and I almost screamed with pleasure as his teeth 
nipped lightly at the puckered, hardened tissue. 

"While he was slowly driving me right out of my mind with his lips on my 
breast, his hands were still moving, one of them dropping down, between my 
legs, under my skirt. I felt the soft touch of his fingers running up and 
down, up and down, in short strokes along the tender skin of the inside of 
my thighs, just above my knees. For a second I squeezed my legs together, 
pinning his hand, stopping the motion of his fingers, but then my body took 
over from my mind again, and my legs spread apart, welcoming his touch. 

"Through a dizzy haze, lost in the exploding power of my emotions, I could 
feel a wetness growing between my legs, a wetness that I had never felt 
before with any man. A feeling that had only come to me, infrequently, at 
night, in my half-waking dreams about my eventual marriage. I knew what that 
wetness meant, what it was inviting, but I no longer seemed to care. I was 
completely in the grip of a passion that was stronger than anything I could 
have imagined. Stronger than any resolutions or intentions. 

"William's hand moved slowly upwards between my legs, unhurrying, matching 
the slow movements of his tongue, lips, and teeth on my tender nipple. An 
uncontrollable shudder passed through my body as his hand reached the place 
where my legs came together, as his finger brushed gently back and forth 
along the ridges my body made in the nylon cloth of my panties. Little 
tingles of excitement seemed to be flashing out from the point where his 
fingers made contact, up through my belly, and into my head, sending flashes 
of light bouncing off the inside of my closed eyelids. 

"I felt my body beginning to squirm and move on the couch, lifting to press 
my breast into his mouth, and his hands, his tender fingers, left my crotch 
to pass under my body, lifting it. I followed the motion, helping him as he 
bunched my skirt up around my hips, then his hands were back at my breasts, 
kneading them, pressing them, heating them as his lips again met mine in a 
deep, crushing kiss. 

"His fingers tweaked at my inflamed nipples, and I felt as though I was 
starving for oxygen as his tongue probed deep inside my mouth, searching. As 
if they belonged to someone else, my hands pulled at His back, pulling him 
closer, then twisted into the hair on the back of his head as I ground my 
lips against his, lost in that beautiful, fiery kiss. 

"His lips left mine, and I gulped great breaths of welcome air, shuddering 
through a throat that seemed too constricted to pass the breath in anything 
except short gasps. 

"William didn't give me a chance to regain my senses or get control of my 
body. His kisses continued, moving down my body again, across the hollow of 
my throat, stopping to nip at one nipple, then the other, inflaming them 
even more. 

"His tongue left a wet trail, a trail that seemed to be burning hot and icy 
cold at the same time, as it moved across the taut skin of my belly. For the 
briefest of seconds the tip of his tongue darted into my navel, twisting and 
turning, exciting my skin beyond belief, then again it was moving downwards, 
his lips planting little kisses all over my lower stomach, his tongue 
drawing a line across my body right next to the line of elastic that barred 
his further progress. 

"William's hands dropped away from my breasts, his fingers hooking in that 
band of elastic, and as he pulled slowly downward his lips followed the 
descending line. 

"In seconds he was into the patch of hair growing there, pressing down with 
his tongue, taking the hair into his mouth, pressing it against his teeth, 
then pulling lightly on it, sending little shocks of electric pleasure 
shoot- ing through my nerves. Little goose bumps grew on my flesh, and my 
hands pressed against the back of his head, urging his head downward without 
my knowing why. I didn't understand what was happening, I couldn't think of 
what he was doing, all I could do was twist and squirm in the total rapture 
of his touch. 

"In seconds, as I became lost in the feeling of his teeth pulling at my 
hair, he had my panties all the way down, first around my knees, then 
completely off, his hand pulling them from around my ankles and dropping 
them to the floor. 

"His palms seemed to be burning with fire as they moved up my legs, 
fingertips tingling across the backside of my knees, palms cupping the 
heated backs of my thighs. Then they were under me, lifting me upwards to 
cup my buttocks, pressing me up off the rough cloth of the couch. Following 
the light direction of his touch my body slid downward on the couch until I 
was almost lying down, my legs off the edge, spread slightly, waiting. 

"William didn't make me wait long. His lips brushed again at the insides of 
my thighs, first one side then the other, moving upward, moving onto flesh 
that seemed to be melting at his touch. 

The flashes of fire that were exploding through my body had taken complete 
control over my mind, and I knew or cared about nothing except the loving 
touch of his lips, the searching fire of his nerve-teasing tongue. 

"His kisses came up and up, then, as my fingers dug frantically into the 
back of his head and neck, the tip of his tongue brushed along the hot, wet, 
waiting slit of my vagina, spreading the lips slightly, making them shiver 
with anticipation for what was coming next. 

"Never had I imagined that a man's touch could so inflame me. Never had I 
imagined that there could be such ecstasy in the touch of lips and tongue as 
this. I felt as if my whole insides were melting, a ball of white-hot fire 
growing in my stomach, growing larger with each brush of his tongue along 
the lips of my virgin vagina. 

"When I thought that I could take no more, that I was going to break apart 
in millions of flaming fragments, he showed me that there were sensations 
that I hadn't even imagined, feelings that I didn't think the human body was 
capable of. His tongue made one final pass upward along my slit, then the 
tip of it probed at the hard, protruding nub of my clitoris, flicking it 
back and forth, pressing around it, pushing down on it. Without conscious 
volition my hips pressed upward as my hands thrust down on his head, 
pressing his face tight against me, begging for even more of that burning 
touch. 

"His tongue drew a fiery trail across my clitoris, right up the wet path 
behind it, and plunged deep into my vagina, the tip twisting and turning, a 
little loving hook sensitizing every last inch of my inner flesh. His hands 
were squeezing tightly the flesh of my buttocks as his tongue probed deep, 
flashing in and out. There was no hymen to stop his probing, despite my 
virginity. I had lost it years before horseback riding. There were no 
obstacles to his searching, loving, tender tongue. 

"As that loving tongue flashed in and out of me my hips began to jerk in 
perfect time, thrusting up against his face, begging for a deeper and deeper 
touch from that tender love-tool that he was caressing my insides with so 
tenderly. 

"Then, suddenly, his lips were back at my still hard nipples, and through a 
red haze of passion I heard the soft sliding sound of a zipper being pulled, 
then felt the unbelievable heat of his rock-hard penis pressing against the 
flesh of my leg. As his body moved on top of mine that swollen tool dragged 
across my leg, leaving behind it a small trail of icy-cold wetness, a little 
drop of it running down the inside of my thigh. 

"His lips were once again pressed against mine, his tongue buried deep 
within my mouth, and I could taste the warm heat, the salty taste and musky 
smell, of my vagina on his lips and in his mouth. The cloth of his slacks 
scraped against the skin of my legs as he slipped between them, and the icy 
shock of his belt buckle pressing against my stomach was almost too much to 
bear. 

"As if every nerve ending in my body was su-persensitized, I could feel the 
velvety soft tex- ture of the head of his penis as it moved up the inside of 
my leg, pushing the hair out of the way as it sought the lips of my waiting, 
begging vagina. The rounded tip slid back and forth, pressing lightly 
forward, searching, and then it found my opening, spreading the lips 
slightly. 

"William pushed forward slowly, sliding the head into me, easing it in until 
I could feel the ridge at the back of the head passing the lips, my tender 
skin folding in behind it, gripping tightly around the hardness of his 
shaft. Somewhere, in a detached, unconnected part of my mind, I realized 
that he was being very gentle, going very slow, not wanting to hurt me with 
a sudden thrust, waiting to bring me to the very height of passion before 
entering me completely. 

"Before entering me completely! With an emotional wrench that almost tore me 
apart my mind suddenly came back into control of my body as I realized what 
was happening. The shock was like a sudden immersion in ice-cold water, and 
without thinking I pushed at William's chest, fighting to move my body back 
on the couch, away from his probing prick. 

" 'No. NO! Please stop! I can't.' 

"There was a small gasp of pain from William as his body, still thrusting 
forward, not yet grasping that I had pulled away from him, buried his tender 
penis into the rough cloth between two of the couch cushions. 

" 'What the hell do you mean, stop?' he gasped. "There's no way we're going 
to stop now, baby.' 

"I tried to fight him off, wrestling with him, twisting and turning under 
his weight, but it seemed to do no good. In desperation I brought one knee 
up between his legs, and although I didn't do the damage I intended, my blow 
did cause him to rear back away from me, and when he did I lunged forward, 
trying to get out from under him. It didn't work. 

"Instead of escaping, our combined sudden movements sent the couch crashing 
over backwards, rolling both of us to the floor. Somehow, by some chance I 
don't understand, I ended up lying on my stomach, my face pressed against 
the carpet, with William on top of me, his hands under me, cupping my 
breasts in his palms. 

"The fall had knocked the breath out of me, and for long minutes I couldn't 
move. Before I had a chance to do anything more about getting William off 
me, about ending this event which had almost cost me what I was determined 
to keep, his lips were at the back of my neck, under my hair, kissing, 
touching, running his tongue lightly across the skin. I twisted my head in 
an attempt to escape his touch, but that only brought my ear into his range, 
and immediately his tongue plunged into it, his breath following, again 
sending those fires of sexual excitement crashing through my body. 

"His hands gently squeezed my breasts as his legs spread mine apart, his 
still out-thrust penis sliding into the cleft between my buttocks, pushing 
downwards into the hair between my legs. I began to fight him again, 
fighting also the emotions that were flooding through my body at his touch, 
as the head of his penis once again touched my opening, inflaming the lips 
of my vagina with the heat of his passion. 

"The burst of energy which had thrown us off the couch must have drained my 
reserves, because I could again feel an irresistible passion taking charge 
of my body as my struggles became less and less effective against his touch. 
My mind was still working, though, and I was sure that this time his 
prodding penis was going to move deep into my vagina. 

"That, as I learned later, was not his intention, though. He rubbed the head 
of it against my wet lips for a few seconds, then I felt it sliding back, 
into the crack between my cheeks. - 

"His hands pulled out from under my breasts, giving them one last squeeze, 
and came down to my hips, lifting me, bending me at the waist as his knees 
came up between my thighs, spreading my legs wide. I felt the head of his 
penis pressing in against me, shifting around as if searching for a specific 
target, the wetness of William's lubrication and the juice picked up from my 
own vagina coating the inside of my buttocks with a slippery-cold mixture. 

"Then, with a suddenness that took my breath away, the head of it was 
pressing against my anus, seeking entrance to me there. It was as though an 
electric shock passed through my body, and then the tearing pain as he 
shoved himself into me seemed to split my body apart. Only the moisture he 
had picked up from my vagina, lubricating his entrance, kept the pain down 
to the point where I was able to keep my consciousness. Still, the pain 
washed a red haze over my mind and I heard myself crying out for him to stop 
before he tore me in half. 

"William pushed harder and harder, sliding that massive piece of flesh into 
me, deeper and deeper until I could feel his scrotum bouncing against the 
opening of my vagina, the hair on it tickling me and sending fresh thrills 
of passion into my body to mix with the red fire of the pain I was feeling. 
He was finally in all the way, his penis buried full length inside my 
rectum, and again I felt his lips at the back of my neck, kissing me, his 
tongue drawing little lines of wetness across my skin. 

"His hands, still clutching my hips, lifted me higher, then one of them went 
under me, between my legs, a finger sliding into my vagina, plunging deep, 
then coming out and forward to touch softly the nub of my clitoris. 

"A flash of shuddering sexuality flooded through my body, and once again 
that ball of fire that had been growing in my belly started to pulse with 
life. I completely forgot about the pain as his finger worked back and forth 
around that little button of exquisitely sensi- tive flesh, every so often 
plunging deep inside my vagina again, then pulling slowly out to return to 
my clitoris. Slowly his penis began to slide out of my rectum, and when I 
could feel the head of it just inside the tight circle of my anus he began 
to move it forward again, beginning a pumping motion that my body matched 
without conscious thought. 

"In seconds it seemed that floods of nerve-charring fire were tiding through 
my shaking body. My head, which I had been shaking from side to side, trying 
to shake the fog of emotion loose, went down onto the carpet, supporting my 
weight as my hands went back of their own accord, spreading wide my buttocks 
with feverishly grasping fingers, spreading myself wide for his thrusts. He 
pumped against me harder and harder, faster and faster, as his busy finger 
tortured the nub of my clitoris, chasing it as it disappeared into my body, 
a body which was tensing up, locking to rigidity as that ball of fire in my 
belly moved downward, down toward my vanished clitoral nub, down to an 
outward explosion that I knew was only seconds away. 

"I heard his ragged gasping and a harsh cry from behind me, then a burning 
hot flood of fluid washed against the walls of my rectum, the spurting 
stream matched by a tearing jerking of William's organ as he buried it deep 
inside me with a slamming thrust that almost flattened me on the carpet, a 
spurting stream and slamming thrust that set off my own or- gasm, the first 
I had ever received from a man. It was an orgasm that tore through my body 
like a stunning shock of electricity, setting every nerve to screaming and 
jumping, locking every muscle in a cramp that almost made me double up with 
the pleasure/pain it poured through me. My body slammed back against 
William, trying to drive more and more of him into my demanding body, and a 
flood of wetness poured from my vagina, out around his still pumping finger. 

"Minutes that seemed like hours later I felt my body beginning to relax, my 
muscles loosening up as the tides of passion slowed their thundering through 
my body. Exhaustion seemed to clamp down over my mind and body like a dark 
shroud, and I fell forward on the carpet, unable to move. For long minutes I 
fought to get my breath back, to get oxygen into my lungs, and it was as 
though it was happening to someone else when I felt William's rapidly 
softening penis withdrawing from my rectum, the head passing through the 
tight sphincter of my anus with an audible pop. 

"As I fought to get my body and my thoughts under control I opened my eyes, 
the realization flooding me that all of this, this unbelievable event, had 
happened in a room full of other people. Shame and embarrassment flooded 
through my body, then I saw, in the narrow field of vision allowed me by my 
prone position, that nobody seemed to be watching what William had been 
doing to my body. Indeed, as my eyes searched through the gloom, I saw 
another couple, the woman bent over the back of a chair, engaging in exactly 
the same sort of act. 

"I couldn't believe what I was seeing, then the knowledge flashed into my 
mind that this was some sort of sex club that William had brought me to. A 
club for people who, evidently, had rather strange sexual ideas. At first my 
only thought was of escape, but then I realized that, despite my fighting 
against it, I had finally released the sexual tensions that had been filling 
my body for so long, released them in a most enjoyable, if initially 
somewhat painful, way, and, best of all, I was still a virgin!" 

With most women the term "frigidity" is used exclusively to describe a woman 
who either does not respond at all to the various forms of sexual 
stimulation, or a woman who is unable, for one reason or another, to achieve 
a satisfactory orgasm. 

Betty W-, as we have seen throughout the course of her narrative, was both 
responsive to erotic stimulation and quite capable of having a satisfactory 
orgasm. Nonetheless, she was psy-chodynamically frigid, in that she was 
unable to enter into a heterosexual relationship for psychological reasons. 

Bypassing the varied inapplicable physiological causes for her frigidity, 
such as malfunctions of the ovarian cycle, a problem from which she did not 
suffer, we find that the probable psychological factors affecting her 
unusual sexual frigidity were a fear of impregnation, fear of rejection by 
the sexual partner, envy and hostility toward the male, and fear and/or 
guilt regarding penetration and the total impropriety of the sex act as she 
saw it. Sex was viewed by Betty as an act of violence and there was both 
conscious and unconscious fear of physical mutilation, which her hoped-for 
future husband would find revolting when he discovered it on their wedding 
night. Consequently, any form of sexual activity, coitus in particular, was 
regarded by Betty as a direct threat against both her emotional and physical 
well-being. 

In many cases, and quite evidently in Betty's, frigidity can and is used as 
a weapon against the male. Deep inside, unconsciously, Betty felt inferior 
to the male, and therefore was hostile to the male because of both 
anatomical and economical differences, and, of course, because of her 
inferiority in social roles, a factor she was consciously aware of. Because 
of her dependency upon the male for social entertainment, with its 
concomitant sexual frustrations when the male engages in the inevitable 
sexual advances after a social evening, Betty's frigidity can be seen as a 
strong bid for independence from her dependency upon the male. 

Betty's psycho-sexual frigidity might also have been a defense against 
earlier, childhood, unacceptable impulses, such as competitiveness with her 
mother, or forbidden infantile sexual fantasies. The inability to assume a 
completely female orientation, because of a preoccupation with feared 
competition or domination, may have led her to a psychologically diminished 
capacity to engage in sex acts which would lead to sexual satisfaction. 

In effect, the sexual frustration release phenomenon of a complete orgasm, 
unaccompanied by fear or guilt, may have been equated by Betty with loss of 
control and with concomitant aggressive, destructive or violent behavior. 
Fear of these aggressive or destructive impulses led to damaged self-esteem 
and the expectation of retaliatory behavior from her hoped-for future 
husband, and no doubt contributed strongly to the sexual inhibition which 
was expressed in her resolution to avoid all sexual encounters prior to her 
eventual marriage. 

Apropos of Betty's fears, L. A. Kirkendall, in his Premarital Intercourse 
and Interpersonal Relations, noted that: 

There is no concensus about the effects of premarital intercourse on 
successful marital adjustment. There is no statistical evidence in favor of 
premarital sex helping later sexual adjustment, but a couple's viewpoint 
toward premarital sex may range from a highly positive one to a very 
damaging one. The negative effects on marriage attributed to premarital sex 
have been ex- aggerated in pur culture, presumably as a result of religious 
views that equate sex outside of marriage with sin. 

Just as Kinsey found that the most important psychosocial coordinate that 
had a negative effect on the sexual behavior of women was religion, so did 
Kirkendall note that those who are reared with a rigid attitude toward sex 
are likely to experience strong guilt reactions in suggested premarital 
intercourse, such as that which Betty had been repeatedly invited into. 

For us to understand fully Betty's situation, some evaluation of our current 
cultural norms is necessary. An adaptive sexual relationship between a man 
and a woman is normally possible between partners who are not yet married, 
or not even intending marriage, despite Betty's fears. 

The achievement of healthy sexual intimacy and mutual respect cannot be 
traced to something intrinsic in the ritual of marriage itself, since many 
neurotic interactions occur within the framework of marriage as well as 
outside of it. In view of our cultural disapproval of non-marital coitus, 
however, a large number of premarital coital acts may be nonsexually 
motivated. They may, for example, merely represent an acting out of a 
rebellion against authority, and this appears to be one of the prime factors 
which had led Betty W-into joining the anal cult. 

There is, therefore, a very good chance that Betty's active participation in 
anal sexual activity is at least partially neurotic and psycho-pathological 
in origin, a reaction against the coming loss of independence in marriage, 
which she nonetheless seeks as the most desirable goal in her future. 

At first this would seem to indicate that Betty will, now that she has 
joined the anal cult and found a psychologically acceptable outlet for her 
sexual frustrations, never be able to join with a man in a mutually 
satisfactory marriage relationship. 

However, despite the neurotic basis for the marriage which Betty will 
eventually take part in, and which will no doubt include several varieties 
of destructive emotional and sexual behavior, including analism as the 
preferred method of achieving sexual gratification, the psychological and 
social assets of marriage for Betty are inestimable. Marriage for her can 
provide the structure for the maintenance of love, intimacy, sexual 
gratification, and the eventual development of a satisfactory family life 
over a period of years. 

"For a long time I just sort of ignored Betty. From my first day in the 
office, after I was transferred in from the little office out in the suburbs 
that I had' been stuck in, I had heard about her lack of cooperation when it 
came to sex. It seemed as though every guy in the office had tried at least 
once, and not a single one had scored. 

"As you've probably guessed from what Betty told you in her interview, I 
have some pretty definite ideas as to what is most enjoyable in sex, and 
they don't involve simple balling. I mean, I dig a cunt as well as the next 
guy, and I've never been known to turn down an offer to stick either my cock 
or my tongue into one, but it's that old shit-chute that I really dig. Going 
in the back door, so to speak. I guess there are some really tight pussies 
around, especially on young virgins, but I'll bet there isn't a cunt in this 
world that's as tight as a good asshole, and, believe me, tightness is where 
it's at. 

"I had heard all the stories about Betty being a virgin, and intending to 
stay one, so I hadn't taken a shot at her. After all, getting into an anal 
scene is pretty strong stuff for a chick who's never tried it, and if she 
hasn't even tried straight sex yet, there isn't much chance that she's going 
to give the more far-out stuff a try, especially if she's a prude like 
Betty. 

"Then, when I was sitting around the office one day trying to look busy, 
Betty walked over to get something out of the file cabinets right across 
from my desk. Whatever it was she wanted was in a bottom drawer, and when 
she bent over her skirt stretched tight across that beautiful little ass of 
hers, outlining the crack between her buns like she didn't have a thing on, 
and I knew that I had to find some way to get into her. It became a 
do-or-die challenge. 

"The more I thought about it, the more I realized that, maybe, just maybe, 
she might be even more willing to go for a little anal action than most 
other chicks. After all, she was intent on keeping her cherry, and she must 
have been getting pretty horny, judging from her age, so what better way to 
have a ball and keep her cherry, too, than giving up a little of that sweet 
brown hole. 

"As she told you, I turned out to be right. She fought like hell to keep me 
from getting my cock into her cunt, but when I got her on the floor and 
stuck it to her ass she cooperated all the way, and let me tell you, when 
she came it was like I had ahold of a wildcat. That chick jerked and twisted 
and humped all over the floor, cramming her ass up against me like she 
couldn't get enough of it. She was really something else! 

"After she got cooled down I scored us another couple of drinks, and gave 
her a rundown on the house. A couple of years ago a bunch of us who had a 
thing about assholes got together and formed this club, everyone calls it a 
cult now, I guess because of some of the group activities that we go in for 
from time to time. Anyway, we all contributed our lists of chicks who dug 
the anal scene, threw a big party, and right afterward we hit on the chicks 
about forming a club. Sort of like a swapping club, but only with asshole 
fucking. 

"It didn't work out quite that way, since almost everyone who digs asshole 
sex also digs straight sex and sucking, and a few of the girls wouldn't go 
for the sharing bit, but we had enough people to get the thing started, and 
when the word spread around we got a lot of new applicants. If you want to 
see something, you ought to come to one of our initiations. They're really 
something else, with cocks and assholes all over the place, all of them 
busy. 

"Anyway, I had a long talk with Betty about the whole scene, and the more I 
talked, the more she seemed to dig it. She even shocked the hell out of me 
by putting her hand on my cock while I was talking about it, as if she 
couldn't wait to get it back into her ass again. When I asked her if she'd 
be interested in joining the club, or The Cult, if you want to use the name 
the newcomers have given it, I thought she was going to pull my cock right 
off, she squeezed so hard! Then I had to give her the kicker. The 
information that I figured would probably chase her right out of the place. 

"A new member, to join the club, has to pass sort of an entrance 
examination. That's because we have so many applicants. Every month we elect 
two members, one guy and one chick, as examiners. A new chick has to get 
balled in the ass by the guy, and a new guy has to ball the chick in the 
bung-hole. If they pass the exam, they're members. If they don't, they're 
still welcome as guests occasionally, but that's it. I figured that Betty 
was certainly good enough to pass the test, but I didn't think she'd be 
willing to take it. Boy, was I wrong! 

"I guess the reaming I'd given her, coupled with the fact that she'd been 
storing it up for so many years, must have snapped something in her mind. 
From that time on she just couldn't seem to get enough anal action, and she 
even got to where she dug a lot of oral activity both before and after. Let 
me tell you, that girl could suck a mean cock, too. That's getting a little 
ahead of the story, though. 

"When she agreed to the examination, I called over Burt, the examiner for 
that month, and when I told him what I wanted, several other people who were 
there that night heard, and gathered around to watch, including Cora, the 
female examiner. 

"For a few minutes. Betty looked like she might back out, what with all the 
spectators, but I guess her urge to have a fat cock shoved up her ass won 
out, 'cause she stayed. 

"Burt dropped his pants and shorts, and I almost laughed when I heard the 
gasp that Betty let out at the sight of his cock. He's easily got the 
biggest one in the club, close to ten inches long, and I knew that Betty was 
wondering whether she could take all that muscle up her tight little ass. 
For that matter, I was wondering about it, too. 

"Burt didn't waste a whole lot of time getting started with the examination. 
He let her look at it for a couple of minutes, to let her see just what it 
was she was going to be getting, then he got out the tube of K-Y lubricant 
he always carries and handed it to her. 

"Betty looked at it for a minute as if she didn't understand what it was 
for, then you could almost see the light bulb go on over her head as she got 
the idea, a smile spreading across her lips as she unscrewed the cap and 
squeezed out a little of the clear jelly onto her fingers. She dropped down 
to her knees in front of Burt, and I'll be damned if she didn't plant a big 
kiss right on the head of his cock before she started to spread the K-Y 
around on it. It was the damnedest thing I had ever seen, and I knew damn 
well that there wasn't a guy in the office who would believe me if I told 
him about it. Sweet, cherry, prudish little Betty, kissing a complete 
stranger's cock. What a gas! 

"Burt held out his hand, and when Betty took it he pulled her to her feet 
and led her into one of the bedrooms, with the crowd following right along, 
with me out in front. I wouldn't have missed that for anything. Once inside 
the room, Burt led her over to the low bed, actually just a 
bedspread-covered foam pad, and laid her out on her stomach. He took one of 
the big pillows from up at the head of the bed and slipped it under her 
stomach, raising her ass up in the air. When he spread her legs apart, her 
little brown rosebud of an asshole was right there in plain sight, as tight 
looking as a spinster's pussy, and still gleaming from all the wetness of my 
come. 

"I sort of got the idea, standing there watching, that Betty was kind of 
wishing she hadn't agreed to the examination when Burt started shoving that 
cock up her ass. We could see him putting some pretty heavy pressure on her 
hole, and even with the K-Y it didn't want to let him in. Both her asshole 
and the head of Burt's cock were shiny with the ointment, and sweat was 
dripping off both their faces as he pushed against her. We could see that 
Burt's cock was slowly forcing its way inside, the tight elastic ring of her 
anal sphincter yielding slowly, almost grudgingly to the pressure of his 
advancing cock. She must have felt like she was taking a shit to end all 
shits, passing the biggest of possible turds, as he slid through the hole. 
Suddenly her asshole opened, and with a thrust that brought a moan to 
Betty's lips Burt slammed his cock all the way into her, burying it right up 
to the base. The cheeks of her ass were spread wide, pressed against his 
body, and she came up off the bed jackknifed, driving her ass back against 
him. It might have hurt when he started to put it in, but you could sure see 
that the feeling of it inside of her had turned her on. She was wiggling and 
turning and twisting all over the bed, just begging for him to start pumping 
away at her. 

"She was really getting with it, and Burt, wanting to give her as much 
pleasure as possible, had his hands around in front of her, one working on 
her right tit while the other played with her pussy and clit. It was really 
some sight! 

"We were all getting pretty horny, and I guess Cora, the female examiner for 
that month, just couldn't take it anymore. She could have grabbed just about 
any of us for a little ass-reaming, but we've suspected for a long time that 
Cora's a little off, sexually, and what she did in that room tended to 
indicate that we were right in our suspicions. 

"Cora jumped onto the low bed, grabbed Betty by the hair, and roughly pulled 
her head up. She was naked from the waist down, obviously having pulled her 
clothes off while the rest of us were watching Burt and Betty, and with a 
quick, sliding motion she was sitting in front of Betty, her legs on either 
side of her shoulders. Betty's eyes flew open, and before any of us had a 
chance to react Cora had shoved Betty's face down tight against her pussy. 

" 'Eat me, whore. Eat me right up to my navel, you little bitch,' Cora 
grunted hoarsely at Betty's struggling head. A couple of us started to move 
forward to pull Cora away, but stopped when we saw that Betty was 
cooperating, doing what Cora wanted, eating her way right into Cora's 
dripping pussy. 

"From where we were standing we could see Betty's tongue darting in and out 
of Cora's pussy, digging deep, nibbling at Cora's king-size clitoris, 
licking and lapping and slurping and mixing her saliva with Cora's love 
juice like it was the greatest thing in the world. At the rate she was 
going, I figured that it was only going to take a couple of seconds for Cora 
to get her rocks off, and sure enough, I was right. Cora came right out with 
a scream when she creamed into Betty's mouth, an event we didn't get to see 
because just before she started to come Cora slammed Betty's head down tight 
into her crotch, blocking our view. What a bummer that was! 

"As soon as she had stopped all her shuddering and shaking, a couple of us 
helped Cora to her feet and then went back to watching Burt pump away at 
Betty's ass with that supercock of his. She really seemed to be digging it, 
and as he pumped faster and faster at her, Betty seemed to really get into 
it, eventually resting her weight on her head and shoulders, instead of 
taking a lot of it on her arms, and reaching down in back of her to ring 
Burt's sliding prick with her fingers for a minute, then going on to 
squeezing his balls. Burt went right through the roof when she did that, 
slamming his cock in and out of her cunt like it was the first piece of ass 
he'd had in months, screwing his eyes closed and lifting his head into the 
air like he was searching for something to breathe. 

"Both of them were sobbing and gasping for air, and I could see the little 
muscles all over Betty's body jumping and tensing, then relaxing, only to 
tighten up again as she began to grind her ass around in little circles, 
twisting at Burt's cock. That was all it took. Burt shot his load into her, 
and when he did she came right along with him, flattening out on the bed, 
letting out a scream that could have been heard outside if the house hadn't 
been soundproofed, and squeezing Burt's balls so hard he let out a yell and 
slammed down on top of her, out of his kneeling position, driving the full 
length of his cock into her asshole, and probably almost breaking it off as 
the angle changed. I sure did envy him. It isn't often that you get to come 
like that, or get an asshole that's as good to work on as Betty's. I made up 
my mind right then that I was going to get as much out of her as I could, 
stick my cock in her as deep and as often as the other guys in the club 
would allow. After all, I was the one who brought her in, who introduced her 
to the ways of anal sex. I should have some rights, shouldn't I? So, maybe 
you can tell me why she never seems to have any time for me anymore. It 
seems like the only person who really gets to spend any time with her is 
Burt... and what's Burt got that the rest of us don't have? I mean, besides 
a superbig cock." 

Betty W's wholehearted joining in the sexual activities of the anal cult as 
a means of relieving her sexual frustrations will, in the end, probably 
help, rather than hinder, her eventual adjustment to a marital situation. 

As explained earlier, her psychosexual fri- gidity is not, as she believes, 
a factor related to her desire to remain a virgin until marriage, but rather 
an unconscious rebellion against the restrictions of marriage. Her anal 
activities, and loosening sexual inhibitions, will in all probability aid 
her in overcoming these unconscious fears, eventually allowing her to take 
part in normal sexual intercourse without feeling the guilt which would 
undoubtedly have broken up a marriage had it taken place prior to her 
introduction to the strange activities of the anal cult. 

In my second interview with a member of the cult, outlined in his own words 
in the next chapter, I found a man bothered by what appears to be a form of 
sexual paranoia in which he believed that every woman with whom he came into 
contact had plans to force him into deviant sexual acts. 

A member for almost six months, Tom A- is still in the process of making a 
psychological and psychosexual adjustment to his anal ac-:ivities. Whether 
or not that adjustment will be successful is still to be seen. 

CHAPTER TWO 

All the Perverted Females 

"I guess you could say that getting involved in The Cult was just one of 
those things that always seem to be happening to me. You know, some people 
seem to be lucky in everything they do, and some people are just plain 
unlucky, all the time. Some people have a natural talent for some things, 
and some people have no talent at all, for anything. 

"Don't get impatient. By saying all this I'm not trying to make some sort of 
deep philosophical statement or anything. I'm just leading up to the 'why' 
and 'how' of my getting into The Cult. 

"Some things happen to some people, over and over again, for no known 
reason. They just do. With me, it's that every chick I meet is weird. I'll 
walk into a bar, there will be twenty chicks sitting there, nineteen of them 
normal, healthy women with normal, healthy desires and appetites, one of 
them really strange, and guess which one I'll end up talking to, and 
probably taking home? Right! The weirdo! 

"While this can lead to some pretty fun-type evenings, it can get to be a 
drag after a while. I mean, after ending up in bed with chicks who dig only 
oral sex, chicks who get turned on only if you suck their big toe for ten 
minutes first, one chick who had to read comic books while she was screwing 
or she couldn't climax, and so on, I begin to get real hungry for a normal 
chick who is looking for some normal sex. That's why, one night, I started 
out determined to try something different. I was going to go down to my 
favorite bar, but I was not going to try to pick up a chick. I was just 
going to go in, order a drink, and sit there. I figured that maybe a chick 
would come after me, and maybe not. But, hopefully, if one did, since she 
would be picking me up, instead of me picking her up, it would break the 
pattern and she'd be a little less strange than what I usually ended up 
with. That's what I was hoping, anyway. 

"Let me tell you, it was really different. Actually enjoyable. Just sitting 
there, sipping a drink and listening to the music, without working my balls 
off trying to score. No tension, no hassle, no put-downs. It looked like it 
was going to be a really nice evening, even if I had to end up going home 
alone, "Not that I'd have had to, if I didn't want to. Go borne alone, that 
is. There must have been at least fifteen broads in there by themselves, and 
only six or seven single men. If I had wanted to try, I'm sure I'd have had 
no trouble scoring. Of course, I knew what kind of chick I'd score. Probably 
some ding-a-ling who dug screwing only while standing on her head in the 
shower. 

"Along about eleven I spotted a really sharp one. Blonde hair, blue eyes, 
nice shape, and on the right side of thirty. And if those rocks she was 
wearing were real, she must have been loaded, too. 

"Anyway, I was just sitting there looking, and there she came, straight for 
my area of the bar. I wondered if she was going to stop by me, or was headed 
down to the crowded end of the bar, then stopped wondering as she sat down 
next to me. I began to think that maybe it was time for my luck to take a 
big turn for the better. 

" 'Hi. Can I buy you a drink?' I asked. Up close she looked even better, and 
if those weren't real diamonds, I was prepared to eat them, without salt. 

" 'Sure. Thank you. I'm Janice.' Her voice was pure sex, and the smile she 
gave me with that thank you was bright enough to light up the whole room. 

" 'You're welcome,' I said, showing off my sparkling turn of conversation. 
'My name's Tom. I don't recall seeing you here before. Do you live around 
here?' Always get right to the point, my daddy used to tell me. 

" 'Not far. This is my first time in here. I was on my way to a party, and I 
felt like a drink, so I thought I'd stop in for a few minutes.' The 
bartender delivered our drinks, and we touched glasses before tasting them, 
almost like a promise of something to come that neither of us was quite 
willing to bring out in the open yet. 

"As we sipped our drinks we continued the small talk, getting friendlier 
with each passing second, until, by the time the glasses were empty, we were 
laughing, joking, and babbling on like we had known each other for years. I 
began to get the feeling that this was IT! I started to order another round, 
but Janice put her hand on my arm to stop me. 

" 'Thanks, Tom, but I'd better get going. I wasn't planning on staying even 
this long.' 

"Oh, no! She couldn't do this to me! 'Aw, come on. Surely you have time for 
one more. That is, unless you have a husband waiting at the party, or 
something?' I gave her my best little-boy smile, full of hope. 

" 'I'm sorry, but I really have to get going. I promised I'd be there by 
ten, and it's almost midnight already.' I tried to look as unhappy as I felt 
at her words, and I guess I must have succeeded. 'I don't want to spoil your 
evening, though,' she said with another of those five-megaton smiles. 'If 
you want, why don't you come on to the party with me, and I'll buy you a 
drink?' 

"Oh, yeah! Baby, you'd better believe that's what I wanted. I didn't even 
bother answering her. I picked up a couple of bills I had on the bar, 
leaving a single for the bartender, got up, took her arm, and led her out 
the door. Once outside she started leading me, first to a Caddy convert 
parked at the curb right in front of the club, then, after a short drive, to 
a very expensive-looking house. 

"She led me up the walk and right through the front door without knocking, 
which gave me the idea that the party must have been at her house. It turned 
out that the idea was wrong, but I didn't find out for sure whose house it 
was until much later, after I became a member. 

"I got the idea right away that it was a pretty strange kind of party. The 
lights inside were very dim, most of the illumination coming from a big 
fireplace, and there seemed to be several couples sitting around on couches 
making out. There was soft music playing, and an elusive scent of incense in 
the air. 

" 'You'll find everything you need for the drinks over there at the bar,' 
she said. 'Make me one, will you, while I take care of something. I'll be 
;back in a minute.' The smile came on again, she went up on her toes to 
brush her lips lightly across mine, and then she was gone, down a hallway 
that seemed to lead toward the back of the house. 

"I mixed us a pair of drinks, a strong one for me and a somewhat milder one 
for her, then sat down on one of the few unoccupied couches in the room to 
await her return. After a few min- utes of sitting, trying not to watch what 
was going on around me, though, I became pretty impatient, and when the 
records ran out on the stereo I walked over to it, picking out and putting 
on the turntable some soft and romantic music that had a sexy Latin beat 
behind it. 

"By the time I had the records playing I had finished my drink, so I mixed 
myself another one and sat down to wait some more. Fifteen endless minutes 
went by with still no sign of her, but more and more action getting going on 
the couches, so I decided to go looking for her. I recall one chick who 
asked to be excused for a minute, then came back half an hour later, madder 
than hell. She had been waiting for me to take the hint and follow her-to 
bed. Oh, well! 

"A hallway led off the living room, lined with closed doors. I couldn't hear 
anything, so I walked back along the hallway, finally seeing one door 
slightly open, with a small amount of light spilling through the crack into 
the dark hall. I pushed it open a bit to. look in, and when I did, she 
looked up at me. 

" 'Come on in and relax, Tom. I'll be through in a minute.' She was sitting, 
no, by God, standing, in the biggest bathtub I had ever seen. It was more 
like an indoor pool. A good fifteen feet long by ten wide, and, judging by 
the amount of her showing above the surface, between four and five feet 
deep. 

"Her body, what I could see of it through the translucent water, was 
magnificent, and created a case of instant hard on. Not waiting for an 
invitation, but I must admit wondering slightly about what sort of party one 
went to to take a bath, I stripped my clothes off and slid into the tub, 
filled with warm-but-not-hot water, and reached for her. Her hand went below 
the surface and began immediately to stroke my hot cock, and I bent my head 
to lick the glistening drops of water off those lovely tits. We were both 
hot and ready, and I wondered if she would stay hot all the way to a 
bedroom, or even if I would be able to find an open bedroom in this strange 
party house. I need not have bothered wondering. It soon became evident that 
she wanted it right there, in that big tub of water. 

"She pushed me back toward the edge of the tub, and I found that there were 
steps going down into it. I sat down on the middle one, and she quickly 
dipped her head underwater to kiss the head of my prick, running her tongue 
all over it, at the same time starting to tickle my balls with her 
fingertips. 

"She came up for a quick breath of air, then went right down again, this 
time wrapping her lips around my cock and taking it all the way into her 
mouth. She was really getting to me, I thought, and then she really did it. 
She began blowing bubbles, and the tickling sensation they sent running up 
the length of my cock nearly drove me right out of that tub and up the 
nearest wall. 

"She came up for air again, and when she did, I grabbed her, pulling her 
tight against me, kissing her long and hard while my hands roamed over her 
body. I was still sitting on that step, and she sat down on one of my legs, 
wrapping her legs around mine and pressing her hairy crotch against my knee, 
sliding back and forth, partially supported by the water, and I could see 
that the feel of the wiry hairs on my leg, brushing against the lips of her 
cunt and her clitoris, was really getting to her. 

"I slid down onto the bottom step, bringing the water level up to the middle 
of my chest, and when I did I tried to spread her legs apart, to wrap them 
around my waist. She shook her head, though, giving me another dose of that 
smile, and pulled away from me. For a minute I almost panicked, thinking 
that she had only been teasing. Then she had turned completely around in the 
water and was coming back against me, pressing her body to mine, only this 
time it was her ass, not her cunt, that was pressing against the head of my 
cock. 

"She must have planned the whole thing to happen that way, because there was 
some kind of lubricant, waterproof, of course, spread around and into her 
anus. We sat there for a couple of seconds, half floating, with the fine 
hair between her legs waving around in the water and brushing against the 
head of my cock, rapidly bringing me to the point where I had to get my cock 
into her body or I was going to be shooting a load of come right into the 
water. I grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto me, sliding my cock right 
through her relaxed sphincter and deep into her hot rectum. Her hands went 
under my thighs, fingers locking into my skin, and we just sat there for a 
minute, savoring the sensation of our hot bodies locked together in the 
cooling water, then she released the pressure of her hands on my legs and 
floated upwards, the friction of my cock inside her tight asshole the only 
thing that kept her from floating completely away from me and out into the 
pool. 

"I pulled her down again, and when I released her she floated upwards again. 
It was an easy way to ball, even in the ass, but soon the pressures and 
needs that were filling us couldn't accept that slow-motion action. She 
began to use her legs, and soon she was bouncing up and down on me as my 
hips began to jerk in time with her motion. Sweat was pouring off both of us 
as we ass-fucked away, half-in and half-out of the cool water of the tub, 
and it was only minutes before her moans and shudders told me that she was 
ready to come. At first I couldn't figure out how she was getting such a 
turn-on from my cock in her ass; then, sort of over-her-shoulder, I saw that 
she had her fingers busy in her wide-open cunt and on her clit. I reached 
around her waist, brushed her hands away, and took up the finger-fucking 
action myself, sliding them in and out, hooking a fingertip inside to feel 
all around, pinching at the little love- button that was hardening into a 
marble. 

"My own climax was ready, and when I felt her cunt contracting and 
shuddering around my fingers and her asshole pinching tight around my cock I 
let myself fire, driving up with my hips so hard that I came off the step 
and we floated out into the tub, with my cock buried deep inside her ass, 
jerking and straining as I pumped hot come into her. 

"Just as I was jerking hard into her ass we went completely under the 
surface, and the shock of that cool water closing over our sweating upper 
bodies caused both of us to climax all over again. We came up sputtering and 
laughing, and as I slowly pulled my cock out of her tight asshole I almost 
cried out from the pleasure and pain as the comparatively cold water hit it. 

"We climbed out of the tub, and I pulled her over to where a big bath towel 
had been spread on the tile floor next to the tub. My cock hadn't softened a 
bit, and I was ready for more and more of that body of hers, but this time I 
wanted some of that hot cunt I had had my fingers buried in. 

"She dropped to the towel without complaint, and I knelt over her, bringing 
my head down between her legs, tongue extended, lapping away at her still 
quivering cunt lips, tasting her love-juice mixed with the soapy taste of 
the water from the tub. Her hands, pressing against my body, directed me 
around until my cock was over her mouth, and when she took the head of it 
between her lips, reflex action took over, and I shoved it down into her 
waiting mouth until I could feel my balls bobbing against her nose. Her 
control over her gag reflex must have been as good as her control of her 
anus, because I felt the head of my cock slide right past the back of her 
mouth and into her throat. She put some powerful suction on it, and I began 
pumping my tongue in and out of her cunt as fast as I could move it, 
stopping every five or six strokes for a little lick and nibble at her clit. 
I had my hands under her ass, pulling her cunt up to my face, and without 
thinking about it a finger strayed to her asshole, still smeared with 
lubricant and wet with my come. I had a feeling I was going to be back 
inside that hot little hole before long." 

From his comments regarding the various girls he has associated with, it is 
evident that Tom F-has a streak of masochism in his psychological makeup, 
probably caused by repressed guilt feelings. 

After talking to him I took my notes, minus any names, to my psychiatrist 
friend, and after first telling me that it would be impossible for him to 
make any sort of clinically valid evaluation, he gave me a rundown on the 
probable causes of Tom's condition, his reaction to his introduction into 
the anal cult, and a possible prognosis. 

In a psychiatric evaluation of an individual, the main concern should be 
with the actual life performance of the person, rather than with the 
symptoms he displays or the psychodynamics of each symptom. To this extent 
Tom can be considered to be a satisfactorily adjusted person, in that he has 
come to terms with his emotional and psychological problems, especially what 
might be called his personality disturbances which led him into a life-style 
where the achievement of a satisfactory sexual experience became 
all-important. 

"Personality" refers to the sum total of the patterns of thoughts, feeling, 
and behavior that an individual habitually employs in his ongoing adaptation 
to life. Personality is often used synonymously with character, although the 
two are not exactly the same. 

Normal personality implies a state of maximal fulfillment in terms of a 
flexible adaptation to adult reality. For most people, however, personality 
development involves a process of becoming psychologically rigid and of 
making peace with one's own illogicalities, eccentricities, and follies. 

As a result of personality rigidity, there is a certain loss of freedom of 
thought and action. However, overt symptom formation is prevented thereby. 
The structural rigidities of a personality often conceal a deep-seated 
psychopathol-ogy. Under stressful conditions sufficient to disrupt these 
structures, severe symptom forma- tion, including overt psychosis, often 
erupt. 

In Tom's case the developing symptoms indicate to the psychiatrist that Tom 
will probably fall into a paranoid type of behavior, providing, of course, 
that the analism in which he has become involved does not create an 
emotional outlet strong enough to suppress the paranoid reaction. 

Paranoia often takes on an erotic formulation, and it is easily seen that 
the eroticism of the paranoid person is basically a denial of his own 
desires and a projection of these desires upon another person. This other 
person is someone whom the subject actually perceives, however incorrectly, 
as the object of the passion. In other words, the unnatural sexual acts 
which Tom states he finds in most of the girls with whom he becomes related 
are actually acts which he desires, but, in repressing those desires, he 
paranoically attributes the desires entirely to them, believing that they 
are forcing him to take part in these unnatural acts. 

Sigmund Freud early developed the hypothesis that such paranoia arises when 
homosexual tendencies escape the repression in which they have been held 
through fear of their exposure. Because of this it has been taken for 
granted for a long time that any person who develops a paranoid reaction of 
the type from which Tom suffers is basically a homosexual and that his 
homosexuality arises from a fear of castration. Nevertheless, modern 
students of psychiatric theory have found that when the evidence is closely 
examined, serious difficulties arise concerning these assumptions. 

Clinical evidence of the past four decades does not consistently support 
Freud's theory. Clinical reports have come from persons within the American 
Psychoanalytic Association, as well as from independent researchers. They 
simply state the fact that, clinically, one does not find paranoid reactions 
necessarily related to homosexuality. 

A great number of overtly homosexual persons never develop paranoid 
delusions, and a great many persons are paranoid without being homosexually 
inclined. It is easy enough to dismiss such clinical material with the 
challenge that at least latent homosexuality can be demonstrated in persons 
who develop paranoid reactions. But latent homosexuality is far more widely 
distributed than are paranoid reactions. There may be some relationship 
between the two, but, as Dr. S. F. Klaf in his article "Evidence of Paranoid 
Ideation in Overt Homosexuals," appearing in the Journal of Social Therapy, 
pointed out: 

The relationship between the homosexual and the individual exhibiting 
paranoid reactions does not appear to be a casual one. Therefore, we must 
assume that the two aspects of homosexuality and paranoia, while they may be 
found together in one individ- ual, are not necessarily connected as primary 
symptoms. 

Persons such as Tom F- who develop erotic paranoid reactions are probably 
persons who in early childhood were unsuccessful in developing basic trust. 
The importance of such basic trust or basic confidence becomes immediately 
apparent when it is considered how completely helpless the infant or very 
young child is unless someone else reliably helps him. 

In order to understand how Tom's paranoid reactions could have developed, we 
must understand that even the most normal person lives on trust. He must 
take action continuously on the basis of fragmentary information, which only 
later events can confirm or contradict. A person must assume all the time, 
without confirmation, that people in general are well disposed toward him, 
or at the very least that they will to the best of their ability avoid 
harming him. 

The normal, everyday person hears parts of a sentence or sees fragments of 
behavior around him and assumes that what he misses will not put him in 
personal jeopardy. 

Tom F-, however, when it comes to sexually charged matters, is an entirely 
different situation. There is in everyone always an undercurrent of magical 
and superstitious thinking that is not released except in dreams, and even 
then it is almost always forgotten. 

In persons such as Tom, though, we find that the most outstanding 
characteristic is one of a deep sexual mistrust of women and usually a 
strong tendency to deny his hostility toward these women. He constantly 
projects his own hostility onto these women, claiming, even to himself, that 
their sexual abnormalities are strictly their own, with his paranoia forcing 
him to claim that he is dragged into these unnatural affairs completely 
against his will. 

In essence, this is as satisfactory a solution to Tom's problems as can be 
expected without professional help. However, with his entrance into the anal 
cult he will soon find that his defenses are being broken down, since he can 
no longer blame his actions entirely upon others, and this is liable to lead 
to an emotional breakdown which will completely destroy his successful 
adaptation. 

"Finding Tom in that little bar wasn't really quite as much of an accident 
as he thought. At that time I was making it a regular practice to make the 
rounds of three or four bars before going to cult meetings, just to see if I 
could spot any likely candidates. 

"There's something about people who become involved in anal activities such 
as we have here that I can spot, even if I can't explain what it is. I guess 
it's sort of like that saying that one queer can spot another, anytime, 
anyplace. Well, I can spot ass people the same way. 

"I guess, subconsciously, I knew that al- though Tom was ready for analism, 
he had to be led in slowly, and that our anal activities would have to be 
sort of shrouded, hidden behind other forms of sexual activity, to give him 
time to get used to the whole idea of a club made up of ass freaks like me. 

"That's why I went through the bit with the bathtub. I don't have any 
excessive cleanliness hang-ups, or anything like that. I just wanted to 
present Tom's introduction into analism in a way that was unusual enough for 
it to completely catch his attention. The bathtub accomplished that, and 
gave me quite a thrill at the same time. I had never tried that particular 
type of action before, but I know I'm going to keep it in mind in the 
future, whenever I become bored with straight ass-fucking. 

"I heard him coming along the hallway about ten or fifteen minutes after I 
left him in the living room, and was ready for him when he pushed open the 
bathroom door a little bit and peeked in. 

"It didn't take much to give him the idea. He took one look at me there in 
that big tub, really a small pool, stripped off his clothes, and slipped 
over the edge into the water next to me. His cock was already hard, sticking 
out in front of him like some kind of robotic probe, searching for a target. 

"As soon as he was settled in next to me, I reached down, under the surface 
of the water, and wrapped my fingers around his cock. It was pretty big, 
about seven inches long, and hard, hot, and pulsing with desire. Just the 
kind of cock I needed to make me happy that night, shoved deep in my ass. 
First, though, for a little side action, just to get him in the right mood. 

"He gave me a long look, sort of like he was wondering just what was going 
on, then bent his head forward and down, running his tongue across one of my 
breasts, then licking and sucking and biting lightly at the nipple. I must 
really have been horny that night, because he turned me on right away, and 
my ass was fairly aching to feel his cock inside of it. 

"I gave him a little shove on his hairy chest, pushing him back toward the 
shallow end of the tub, directing him toward the steps, which we would need 
for what I had in mind. He almost tripped as he backed into the bottom one, 
but didn't miss a lick on my nipple, and I gave him a little extra squeeze 
on his cock as I pressed down on his shoulder, forcing him to sit down on 
the middle step. Sitting there, he was submerged to about halfway between 
his navel and nipples, just the right position. 

"I savored the hot, sexy feeling his tongue on my nipple was sending through 
my body for a few more seconds, then pulled back, away from him. I took a 
deep breath, locking the air in my longs, and dipped my head under the 
surface of the water, my eyes stinging slightly from the warmth and wetness. 
I could see his cock, waving slowly back and forth through a little arc as 
the currents set up by my motions washed past it. 

"With my lips together I kissed lightly at the head of it, at the same time 
reaching down with my fingers to tickle the slightly hairy sack of his balls 
hanging loose in the water. I felt him tensing as my fingers worked on him, 
so I began to push my mouth and lips hard against the head of his cock, 
using it to spread my lips apart as they slid over it. When the head was 
pressed tight against my teeth I opened them just enough to let it pass 
through, keeping hard pressure around it with my lips, at the same time 
letting it slide into my mouth until my lips were wrapped right around the 
shaft, just behind the ring at the base of the head. 

"I was beginning to run out of air in my lungs, but I had one more thing I 
wanted to do before coming up for a breath. Despite the burning that was 
beginning to build in my chest I released the pressure of my lips around his 
cock and gently ran my tongue over the velvety softness of the head of it, 
then down around the ring, just using the tip of my tongue. I felt his balls 
tighten in my hand and his hips moved slightly as his cock slid a little 
further into my mouth. 

"My head was beginning to spin from lack of oxygen, and I had to come up. 
When my head broke through the surface of the water I quickly gulped air 
into my lungs, then went right back under again, and right back to that 
lovely cock of Tom's, impatiently pulsating underwater. 

"Once again I slid my lips over the head of it, brushing at the small slit 
in the end with the tip of my tongue, tasting a slight saltiness, the salty 
oiliness of his lubricating fluid. 

"I let his cock slide right on into my mouth, my lips going past the head 
and around the shaft, further and further, until I felt the head pressing 
against the back of my mouth, right at the entrance to my throat. For a 
brief second I felt an urge to gag as I tried to force the cock even further 
into my mouth, then it was past the gag mechanism and sliding into my 
throat, all the way down until my lips were pressed against the hair at the 
base of his cock. 

"I let Tom's cock slide out again, pressing hard against it with my lips and 
putting a lot of suction on it. When my lips were back against the ring 
around the head I slid it forward again, into my mouth, but not clear down 
into my throat. My lungs were getting tense again, and, without my being 
able to control it, a little air escaped from my lungs, the bubbles rippling 
through my mouth, around the shaft of his cock. 

"His body immediately tightened up and he lunged forward, thrusting his cock 
deep into my throat. At first I couldn't understand what had caused that 
reaction, then I realized that those bubbles must have been even better than 
humming while giving a blow job. If a couple of bubbles caused a reaction 
like that, I figured that I might as well go whole hog and do it right, so I 
slowly let all the air trickle out of my lungs and around the shaft of his 
cock. 

"I thought for a minute he was going to go nuts. His fingers entwined 
themselves in my hair, pressing forward on the back of my head, like he was 
trying to get his cock all the way down into my lungs. Finally I ran out of 
bubbles, and I just had to have air. It took a bit of a fight to break his 
hold on the back of my head, but finally I accomplished it and came to the 
surface, gasping for breath, dizzy from lack of oxygen. 

"When I got some air into my lungs I fully intended to go right back down to 
that cock of Tom's, but he didn't give me a chance. He grabbed me around the 
waist and pulled me tight up against him, his lips coming down to mine in a 
hard, almost violent, kiss. I wasn't ready for it, and as he pressed his 
lips hard against mine his tongue forced my mouth open, separating my teeth, 
then plunging into my mouth. 

"As my mind mentally switched gears from giving head to kissing, I began to 
respond, moving my tongue around, feeling his with it, then darting into his 
mouth when his tongue withdrew from mine. Without breaking the kiss, or 
interfering any more than necessary with his hands, which were roaming over 
my body, touching me in every sensitive spot, I let my body drift forward in 
the water, spreading my legs to let them pass around one of his legs, then 
sit- ting down gently on his muscular thigh. 

"My weight was partially supported by the water, and I began to slide back 
and forth on his leg, my cunt pressed lightly against the flesh of his 
thigh. His upper leg was covered with short, bristly hair, and the feeling 
that hair gave me, brushing against the lips of my cunt and teasing the 
hardened button of my clitoris, was almost driving me out of my mind. I knew 
that I couldn't hold out much longer. I just had to have that cock of his 
inside of me, deep in my ass. 

"Tom slid forward, off the step, then his ass was sitting on the bottom 
step, the water level almost up to his shoulders, his legs almost straight 
out along the bottom of the tub. The surface of the water was now lapping 
right at my nipples, adding to the fire that was burning inside of me. His 
hands went down to my thighs, trying to spread my legs apart, and I knew 
that he was ready. He wanted nothing more right then than to get his cock 
into my cunt before he came in the water. 

"I grabbed his cock with my hand again, holding it away from me while I slid 
off his leg, away from his forward thrusting body. I saw his face begin to 
cloud up, ready for an explosion, and realized that he thought I was saying 
no to his advances. In a way, I guess I was, but not in the way he was 
thinking. 

"When I was a couple of feet away from him, and before he could grab me 
again, I released his cock and turned around in the tub, then backed up 
until my body was once again pressed against his, only this time backward. 

"The stiff, hot shaft of his cock slid smoothly between my legs, the hard 
length of it pressing against my cunt, the head brushing against my 
clitoris. It felt wonderful there, really turning me on, but that wasn't 
where I wanted it to be. I let my body drift forward a little in the water, 
until I felt the smooth head of his cock sliding along the crack between the 
cheeks of my ass, then I spread my legs as far as I could, and along with 
them my cheeks, and again pressed my body back against his, feeling the head 
of his cock pressing against the place I wanted it to go-my asshole. 

"Before getting into the tub I had liberally lubricated my anus with K-Y 
lubricant jelly, both around the outside of the tight pucker and as far in 
as my finger could reach, and even though K-Y is water soluble the hot water 
of the tub hadn't dissolved all of it. There was still enough left, I hoped, 
to put a coat of grease over the head of his cock, so I wiggled my ass 
around in little circles, all the time keeping the head of his cock pressed 
against my asshole. Then I relaxed my sphincter as much as possible, just as 
if I was taking a big, healthy shit, and began to press back against him. 

"Tom got the idea right away. His hands grabbed my hips strongly and pulled 
me back toward him, and as he did so that wonderful, big hot cock of his 
slid right through the relaxed muscle ring of my anus and buried itself full 
length in my ass. The hot feeling of that big piece of hard meat, spreading 
the walls of my willing rectum apart and sending fire from his body into 
mine, was almost more than I could bear. 

"I grabbed ahold of the bottom of his muscular thighs, digging my 
fingernails into his skin, both to keep him from pulling his cock back out 
of my ass as he started to pump, and to try to get even more of its hot 
length inside of me. 

"To understand why I dug having him all the way in you've got to understand 
that, unfortunately, I've got a very shallow vagina, and, on the infrequent 
occasions when I allow some man to stick his cock into my cunt, instead of 
my ass, I can't take more than three or four inches of it before it hits 
bottom. This can really be a bummer, for both of us, but I make up for what 
I lack in my pussy with my ass. I've never found a cock yet that was too 
long to get all the way inside there, and I've found some pretty big ones. 

"Tom and I sat in the tub like that for several long minutes, with me just 
digging on the feel of his cock in my ass, and I guess Tom was digging on 
the tightness of my asshole around his rod. Then I let go of my grip on his 
thighs and my body sort of floated up, with only a little push from my feet 
on the bottom of the tub to get it moving. My anal muscles were by then 
completely relaxed, accustomed to the feel of that big cock, and the cock 
exerted only enough friction on the walls of my ass to keep me from floating 
completely away as it slid slowly out, without any help from either Tom or 
me. 

"I felt the end of it getting near to slipping from my ass, but Tom used his 
hands on my waist to pull me back down on top of him, sliding all the way 
into me again. When he slid it in, a little of the rapidly cooling water 
from the tub went in with it, hitting the hot walls of my rectum and sending 
shivers of pure sex through my nerves. 

"Tom released his hold on my waist, and again I floated up. It was pumping 
without any work from either of us. I was really getting a feeling out of 
his cock in my ass, but I wanted more. Since I wasn't using my hands to hold 
myself down anymore, I brought them around in front of me and began to use 
them on my cunt, two fingers of one hand sliding into my vagina to start a 
pumping motion, just like the pumping motion of his cock in my ass, and in 
the same rhythm, and the other going to my clit to pinch it and roll it and 
tease it. God, what a feeling that gave me! It was only seconds before I 
knew that I was ready to come, and I consciously suppressed the feelings, 
wanting to enjoy the sensations that were washing through my body for a 
little longer before releasing them in an orgasm. 

"I felt Tom's chin resting for a minute on my shoulder, then his hands 
released my waist and came around in front of me. His forearms were pressing 
down on my thighs, keeping me from floating away from his stiff cock, and 
his hands pushed my fingers away from my cunt and clit, taking over the job 
they had been doing. He slid one finger all the way into my cunt, then bent 
the end of it just a little and scraped the walls of my pussy with his 
fingernail. Wow, what a feeling! Another finger was busy at my clit, and he 
wasn't being gentle with it. I didn't mind a bit, though. It felt too good. 

"Suddenly I just couldn't hold out any longer. I used my legs, straining 
against the arm that was pinning my ass to his cock, to lift up, then his 
arm pressure drove me down again. In that manner I started a frantic pumping 
up and down on his cock, and he matched my speed with the speed of his 
fingers in my cunt. 

"It took only seconds for me to reach my first climax, and as the hot, 
shuddering fire flashed through my body I felt his cock begin to jerk away 
inside my ass, shooting a boiling hot jet of come at my rectal walls. 

"Neither of us had any kind of complete control over our bodies right then. 
We were too busy getting our rocks off, as the men say. Because of that we 
couldn't hold our bodies there on the steps, and we floated out into the 
tub. 

"My toes were still touching bottom, holding us partially out of the water, 
but then Tom pushed three fingers into my cunt, and at the same time slammed 
his cock into me deep and hard, and I sort of stumbled, if you can stumble 
underwater. Anyway, my feet lost contact with the bottom of the tub, and we 
both went under. 

"The shock of the water closing around the dry upper part of my body was 
enough to cause me to come all over again, and I guess it must have had the 
same effect on Tom, because I could feel his cock jerking with renewed vigor 
inside my ass, and even more of his hot juice washing away at my rectum. The 
involuntary half-gasp I took when I had that second orgasm filled my mouth 
with water, some of which leaked down my throat and into my lungs. When we 
came up I was gasping for air, coughing, and laughing, at the same time. For 
a minute I was afraid I was going to choke. I could hear Tom laughing away 
behind me, and I knew that he had enjoyed the sensation as much as I had. 

"We just sort of floated there for several minutes. I know I did because I 
was too damn exhausted from that orgasm to even think of moving. Then, 
moving slowly and gently, Tom slid his cock out of my ass, and I heard a 
soft sigh from him when the head of it popped free. 

"We climbed out of the tub together, and I was figuring on taking Tom out 
into the living room and giving him the word about our anal cult. Tom had 
other ideas, though, and I didn't have much choice but to go along with 
them. 

Actually, I've got to admit that I didn't do too much fighting. I wasn't in 
that big a hurry to get out into the living room. After all, once we got 
there I'd probably have had to share him with some of the other women, and 
there was the matter of the initiation, which would have taken up valuable 
time which we could have spent doing some more of that wonderful ass 
fucking. 

"Tom pulled me over to where a king-size bath towel had been spread on the 
floor, probably because someone had been using the bathroom for sunbathing. 
There was a sunlamp mounted in one of the ceiling light fixtures, so that we 
could all keep even tans, even in the winter. 

"I had an idea that Tom, still unaware that he was in a place that 
specialized in ass fucking, wanted to get his cock into my cunt. I figured 
I'd be able to sidetrack him, though, until I could explain the facts to 
him. 

"He pushed me down on the towel, spread my legs apart with his hands once I 
was lying flat, then knelt between them. His cock was still hard and 
straight, and I was beginning to wonder if I was going to be able to keep 
him from sticking it in my cunt after all. Then he sort of bent at the 
waist, bringing his head down toward my cunt, and I knew that I didn't have 
to worry, for a while, at least. 

"Tom's tongue was sticking out of his mouth and pointed at my cunt even 
before he got his head down between my legs. My cunt lips were still doing a 
little shaking and twitching from the orgasm in the tub, and the touch of 
his tongue on them, sliding gently back and forth, barely inside the slit, 
started heating my body up all over again, getting it ready for another 
orgasm. What a night this was going to be! 

"He kept running his tongue back and forth, back and forth, sliding in no 
more than half an inch, until I thought I was going to go nuts waiting for 
him to do something else, something more. I finally got my wish. I no longer 
had to wait. 

"With a smoothness that no cock could ever hope to match, he slid his 
teasing tongue deep into my cunt, teasing no more, flipping the tip of it 
around, tasting and tickling my cunt walls until I thought I would scream. 
Then he slid it out again and rubbed it gently back and forth over the 
supersensitive bud of my clitoris. 

"I had never before felt a tongue so educated, so loving and tender, so 
exciting. In minutes he had me completely wound up again, and I just had to 
do something to bring him to the same high pitch of excitement before I 
came. I wanted him to come in my ass, and I wanted him to come soon. The 
sooner the better. I didn't know how much longer I could hold out. 

"By pushing and pulling urgently on his shoulders and arms, wherever I could 
reach, I got him to start turning around, turning without for a second 
taking his busy tongue away from my cunt, until eventually he got to the 
place where I could get my hands around his waist. After that it was easy 
getting him just where I wanted him, especially since I had his complete 
cooperation once he realized what I was trying to do. 

"I pulled him around until he had to lift one leg, then pulled his body up 
and over me, his calves under my upper arms. His cock was right over my 
face, pointed straight down at me, still as hard as it had been in the tub, 
if not harder. 

"I lifted my head up and kissed the head of his cock, then wrapped my lips 
around it, sucking hard. Tom didn't waste a minute in following my lead. He 
drove his cock down, just as though he was driving it into a waiting cunt, 
deep into my mouth and on into my throat. For a second I thought I was going 
to throw up as it plunged all the way into me, but then I got control of my 
body and began to put some hard suction on him. He began pumping it in and 
out, and each time it would drive into my throat I would hum a little, 
causing that little hanging piece of flesh at the back of the mouth to 
vibrate against the shaft of his cock. I know that he was really digging it 
by the way his tongue was acting down there in my cunt. 

"His tongue was driving in and out of me with almost frantic speed, every so 
often darting out for a lick at my clit, then back in again. He was almost 
like a kid with an ice-cream cone who's afraid someone is going to take it 
away from him if he doesn't finish it in a hurry. I wasn't in any big hurry 
to take my cunt away from that thrilling tongue, though. 

"To get a better shot at me, Tom's hands slid under my ass, lifting me up, 
and when they did his fingers slid into the crack of my ass, one of them 
coming to rest right on my asshole. I felt an almost electric thrill rush 
through my body as his finger probed at it, then slid up inside, giving my 
rectum the same treatment with his finger that my cunt was getting from his 
tongue. It was really fantastic, and I knew that it was having a good effect 
on him, because his cock was really driving into my mouth, burying itself so 
deep in my throat with each stroke that his balls were slapping against my 
Adam's apple. 

"Then Tom proved to me that my first impression of him had been totally 
correct. He was an anal person. His tongue slid out of my cunt, went down 
along the crack between my legs, and shot into my asshole while his fingers 
held the cheeks of my ass spread apart! It was so good I thought I was going 
to come right then! 

"It was only minutes before he had a new rhythm going, one that was driving 
me wild! His tongue would shoot deep into my ass, withdraw, then go into my 
cunt for a lick. Then it was back to my ass, while, during all of this, his 
fingers were busy working away at my clit. It was like nothing I had ever 
felt before, even from the best of anal lovers, and I knew that never again 
would I be satisfied with a simple ass-fucking, the kind I was used to, 
anyway. 

"As good as that tongue-fucking was, though, I wanted him in my ass, filling 
me with that cock of his. I had to have it in me, and soon. I was right on 
the verge of coming, and I could tell by the way he was pumping away at my 
mouth that he was just as close. That wasn't the way I wanted it. I have 
nothing against a man coming in my mouth, sometimes I really dig it, but 
that night I wanted all of his come, his hot, beautiful come, shooting into 
my ass, filling it with his heat and his maleness. 

"Tom seemed to sense what I wanted, because after giving me one last deep 
lick in the asshole, and one last pinch on my clit, he lifted his head, 
pulled his cock out of my mouth, and used his hands quickly to roll me over 
onto my stomach. He wasn't gentle about it, either. He was in as much of a 
hurry to get his cock into my ass as I was to have him put it there. 

"After flopping me over he again knelt between my spread legs. His hands 
went to my hips, grasping and lifting them, and, welcoming what was to come, 
I bent at the knees and waist, lifting my ass to him. 

"I felt the head of his cock probing at the crack of my ass, and since his 
hands were busy holding my waist, keeping my ass in the air, I reached back 
with one hand to direct him. There was still enough lubrication, both K-Y 
and come, on my anus from our fucking in the tub to make his entrance easy, 
and it was with a shud- der of pleasure that I felt his hot meat slide 
through my anus, plunging in one strong stroke all the way into my ass. 

"Tom slowly began to slide his cock in and out, really giving me the 
long-dick treatment. With each forward stroke I would press my ass back 
against him, back until I could feel the hair around the base of his cock, 
back until I could feel the sack of his balls swinging forward to hit 
against the crack between my legs. It felt so good that I couldn't help 
moaning and crying, begging him to give me more and more of his wonderful 
cock, faster and faster. 

"Tom must have known that I was getting close to a climax, because, with his 
cock all the way inside my ass, he stopped his pumping and bent forward, 
pressing his hairy chest against my back, and began to kiss the nape of my 
neck. I turned my head a little to the side, and when I did, his teeth found 
my ear, nibbled at it, taking little bites that sent sharp messages of pain 
to mingle with the pleasure signals that were radiating along the nerves 
from my ass. 

"There was nothing I could do except kneel there, holding the weight of my 
body on my arms, while his tongue darted into my ear, searching around, 
depositing a layer of saliva. A layer that turned icy cold when, seconds 
later, he blew gently into my ear. 

"Tom's hands slid down from my waist, supporting my weight with his 
forearms, and two searching fingers slid into my hot, wet cunt. 

With his other hand he found the tender little button of my clitoris, 
pinching and tickling it until I thought I was going to scream. It was more 
than I could bear, and I ground my ass back against him, moving it back and 
forth, up and down, begging him to get that big cock of his working again 
before I went insane. 

"Slowly he began to slide it in and out, drawing it out until only the head 
was inside my ass, then sliding forward again until he was buried full 
length in me. The fires were burning so strongly inside of me that I knew I 
couldn't hold out any longer, and I began to beg him to shoot his load into 
me. 

"Suddenly, without any warning, his arms released me, and immediately, 
afterward pushed down on my back, flattening me on the floor. Tom pressed 
his body on top of mine and began to slam his cock in and out of me with 
hard, fast strokes. 

"It was time, and when I felt his cock jumping around inside of me and a hot 
gush of seminal fluid covering the walls of my rectum my own release came, a 
fire-filled orgasm that had me bouncing up and down on the floor like I was 
in the middle of an epileptic seizure. Hot and cold flashes of fire poured 
through my mind and body, and I reached around behind me, hooking my fingers 
into Tom's buttocks, trying to pull him even deeper into me. 

"He had stopped pumping, and was just lying there, his cock in my ass to the 
hilt, pouring come into me, and I knew that his climax had been as good as 
mine. He was hardly breathing as he emptied his load into my ass; then, with 
the last drop, his breath was released in a great sob and he began gasping 
almost like a man having a heart attack. My own lungs were burning and 
laboring, trying to get enough air, and I felt like I had just run a mile. 
I'm in good physical condition, but that fucking that Tom gave me completely 
exhausted me. 

"When he was finished, Tom pulled his cock out of my ass and rolled off me. 
When he did, I rolled over onto my back, lying next to him on the blanket. 
He reached over to his shirt, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and lit one 
for each of us. 

"As we lay there quietly smoking, I knew, beyond doubt, that Tom was an anal 
person, loving ass-fucking as much as I did, and that the cult was suddenly 
going to become an even more satisfying place." 

In the process of being introduced to the anal cult Tom F-has managed to 
come to terms with his environment, in that he has finally found a place 
where he believes himself to be wanted. Without taking sides on the moral 
issue of anal ism, I have to look at this as a satisfactory solution to his 
problem, since it will allow a social, as well as sexual, adaptation to 
society, arid, in the end, probably convert Tom into a useful citizen of the 
community. There is little doubt that he will continue to ride his 
motorcycle, and will retain at least the facade of an "outlaw" motorcyclist, 
but it will now be just that, a facade, an act. Not an actual lifestyle. 

In my next interview I examine the case of a woman who exchanged an 
extremely profitable and, for her, enjoyable, career as a prostitute for the 
life of the anal cult, as both a member and an employee. 

CHAPTER THREE 

Two Girls and a Tool 

"I guess I got involved in this anal cult through my business, you might 
say. What business? Well, the magazines call it being a call girl, really 
nothing more than a high-priced whore. Not much of a profession, but one 
that I liked for a variety of reasons. 

"Unlike a lot of prostitutes, I really dig sex, sex of all kinds now, and I 
got all of it I needed or wanted, and then some, with that kind of job. You 
know what I mean? Add to that the fact that I was able to command top 
prices, even in a high-price field, which meant that I was able to afford 
just about anything I wanted, whenever I wanted it, even after paying off my 
various contacts, and you can see that, as far as I was concerned at least, 
I had it made. I was to the point where it would really have taken something 
special, extra special, to make me give up my chosen profession, and I found 
that something special right here. 

"Of course, my line of work did have some pretty serious drawbacks at times. 
I occasionally had to spend a lonely evening just sitting around my 
apartment by myself when business was slow, sitting waiting for the phone to 
ring with a job to do, and I'd been beaten up a couple of times by customers 
with a sadistic bent, and even robbed once for a lousy fifty bucks-all I had 
on me at the time. But still, with all of that, I still figured it was the 
best possible job for me, considering my various desires. 

"Along with those problems, I sometimes had to do some pretty strange 
things, which, if it hadn't been for the money, I would never have even 
considered doing. There was this one guy that demanded that I piss all over 
him, and another who liked to just sit and watch while I used a vibrator on 
myself, jacking off when I came. Both of them were regular, and good-paying, 
customers whom I could count on to keep the rent paid. 

"Most of my business, though, was with guys from out of town, visiting for 
business meetings or conventions, who were only around for a day or so. I'd 
see them once, maybe twice, and that was it. The majority of them had 
completely normal sexual urges, simply wanting a straight fuck with maybe a 
little sucking on the side to warm things up. It was only very occasionally 
that a weirdo showed up in that crowd to add some spice to my nightly 
rounds. 

"When I used to get a phone call in the eve- ning for an appointment, I had 
to be prepared, mentally and physically, for just about anything, and it was 
a good thing I had taught myself the proper mental disciplines needed for 
the job, because it was that mental discipline that kept me from completely 
blowing a good thing when I got the call that led to my permanent job here 
as housekeeper and general organizer, a call for what turned out to be a 
very, very strange appointment, indeed. 

"The call was from a man I had taken good care of, as a customer, several 
times in the past, always leaving him satisfied that he had gotten his 
money's worth. All he said was that he had recommended me highly to someone, 
and had set up an appointment with that someone in an hour. He gave me the 
number and street of the house I was to go to, and then hung up when I 
assured him that I would be there on time. Since business had been awfully 
slow that week, I considered jacking up the price a little bit, say an extra 
twenty bucks. Anyone who lived in the area of the address he had given me 
could afford a little surcharge, I thought, but in the end I decided against 
adding anything on. The satisfied customer who had called might have quoted 
my regular price to the new customer, and if I asked for more when I got 
there, I thought, I might find that I had wasted a long drive, and possibly 
even have missed a call while I was gone. 

"I slipped into my working clothes, a dress that comes off very easily, with 
nothing on underneath, called my answering service to tell them to record 
any calls for the next couple of hours, got my car out of the apartment 
garage, and headed for the address he had given me. 

"I found the place without any trouble, on a quiet residential street in a 
really good section of town. I parked the car, walked up to the front door 
and, before knocking, checked my watch. It was four minutes before the time 
my contact had set, close enough, so I knocked. 

"I heard the sounds of someone moving around inside through the closed door, 
but it was several minutes before it finally opened. I was just about to 
knock again, not having been able to find a bell-button to push, when the 
knob turned and the door swung open. To my surprise I was met by a woman, 
not a man. She was middle-aged, sort of stout, and was wearing an all-white 
outfit that looked like a uniform. The sort worn by nurses and therapists. 

"I began to swear to myself, figuring that if the customer was so old or so 
sick that he needed a nurse, he was probably going to want something pretty 
strange in the way of sexual action out of me. After all, if he was sick and 
still wanted a woman, what was he going to do with her? I mean, with me. The 
same question if he was so old and sick that he needed constant nursing 
care. Whatever the case was, I figured that there probably wouldn't be much 
direct screwing involved, if any; a bit of a disappoint- ment for me since I 
hadn't yet had any cock that night, and I was getting pretty horny. When a 
person gets used to getting a good fucking five or six times a night, every 
night, it's kind of hard to go through a whole evening with nothing. 

"The woman or nurse, or whatever-the-hell she was, looked me over as she 
closed the door, and I was tempted to ask her if I passed the inspection. 

" 'You're the woman Bill Y-sent, I take it?' She had a very deep, vibrant 
voice. Taking a second look, I came to the conclusion that her stockiness 
was mostly muscle, not fat, and that I'd better keep the smart remarks to 
myself. 

"When I nodded 'yes' she gave me another quick once-over with her eyes, then 
turned and walked into a small hallway off to one side, leading away from 
the living room that I could dimly see at the end of the main hallway. I was 
beginning to get the idea that something about this call was pretty strange, 
and was sure of it when I saw that there were several people, couples, in 
the living room. After all, a normal man doesn't call in a prostitute when 
he has a bunch of people over for a party, or whatever was going on in the 
living room, unless he's planning on putting on a show, and that wasn't part 
of my repertoire. 

"I thought that I should turn around and leave right then, but, my good 
sense overcome by sheer curiosity, I followed the woman down the hall- way 
and into a small sitting room or den. The place was empty. Through a 
partially open door I could just see the edge of a bed, covered with a shiny 
satin spread, but I couldn't see enough of it to tell if it was occupied or 
not. I looked back at the woman, who had stopped and was once again giving 
me the once-over. 

" 'Where is he?' I asked. 

" 'Where's who?' 

" The customer. The man who asked Bill to have me come over here tonight.' I 
hoped that he, whoever and wherever he was, would prove to be a little 
smarter than his nurse. Who the hell did she think I was looking for? The 
head of the vice squad? 

"She smiled slightly and her eyes traveled from my face to my ankles, moving 
slowly, then back again, and I thought I saw a hint of a red flush building 
under her skin, a glint in her eyes that hadn't been there before. 

"I asked Bill to send you over. I'm your customer.' I guess my mouth must 
have dropped open with surprise, or something, because she laughed, loud and 
hearty, then asked, 'Anything wrong with that? You have any objections to 
making it with a woman?' 

"I did a fast mental gear-change, shrugged my shoulders, smiled right back 
at her, then walked over to a small side table and put my purse down. What 
the hell? Her money was as good as anyone else's. I had never gone this 
particular route before, at least not commercially, but that didn't bother 
me a bit. After all, sex is sex, isn't it? What difference does the method 
make, as long as you end the session sexually satisfied, and with cash to 
put in the bank the next day. That, baby, is the name of the game, and I 
don't remember a single rule that said there was anything wrong with 
switching players. 

"When I nodded and smiled, she got right down to business. She evidently 
didn't believe in wasting any time on preliminaries. Her clothes-dress, 
shoes, stockings, panties, and bra-were off and scattered about the floor in 
not much more time than it took for me to pull down my one zipper and step 
out of my dress. She walked over to where I was standing, brushed her lips 
against mine, then took my small hand in her large, and somewhat sweaty, one 
and led me into the bedroom and up to the king-size bed. 

"I got up onto the satin bedspread, stretching out full length, as she 
walked over to a night-stand, opened a drawer in it, and took out something 
wrapped in a towel. She came back to the bed and laid the object down on the 
floor next to it without removing the towel, then sat down next to me on the 
bed, her hands reaching out to caress my breasts. Her lips once again 
brushed against mine, then dropped down to trail across my neck and 
shoulder. 

"I didn't have the slightest idea of just what she wanted me to do, so I 
just lay there without moving, letting her take the lead. She shifted her 
seat on the bed slightly, then kissed each of my nipples, flicking at them 
with the tip of her tongue, moving on as soon as they began to harden with 
desire, a desire that was beginning to send warm flushes through my body. 
Like I said, I hadn't gotten any fucking that day, and I was getting pretty 
horny. 

"I let myself drift, savoring the sexual arousal that was starting to move 
through my body, and she shifted again, her hands spreading my legs apart. 
She moved around until she was kneeling between my feet, brought her head 
down and forward, her face masked by her fallen hair, then kissed the inside 
of each of my thighs and slid her stiffened tongue deep into my cunt. 

"Heat began to flood through my body as she shot her tongue in and out and 
around, and I began to squirm a little on the smooth silkiness of the 
bedspread. Her hands went under me, cupping the cheeks of my ass and lifting 
them off the bed, and as her tongue moved faster and faster I felt one sharp 
fingernail probing at my asshole, pressing for entrance, then wiggling 
deftly inside, pumping to match the actions of her busy tongue, a tongue 
that was quickly setting me on fire. I felt as though I was going to have to 
start doing something pretty quick. I was getting entirely too hot to just 
keep lying there accepting her action. 

"Her tongue and finger were really getting to me, and as I felt myself 
slipping nearer and nearer to a climax, I brought my hands down to her head, 
running my fingers around inside her ears and pressing lightly against the 
back of her neck, urging her tongue ever deeper into me. 

"Then, without warning, she pulled away from me, pulling her finger out of 
my asshole and her tongue from my heated cunt, and stood up. She picked up 
the towel from the floor, unwrapped it, and I saw that it held a tremendous 
pink dildo, a rubber cock, gleaming with a thin coat of Vaseline or some 
other lubricant. Her breath was coming fast and her cheeks were flushed as 
she quickly strapped it on. Once she had the straps adjusted just the way 
she wanted them, she climbed back onto the bed, between my legs. 

"She rubbed the dildo against the skin and hair between my legs for a 
minute, making sure I knew just what she was doing, then, when she felt the 
head of it drop a little as it pressed against my cunt-hole, she began to 
press downward. My cunt-lips spread and spread as that gigantic tool moved 
into me, until I began to worry that it was going to prove to be too big, 
that it was going to tear me. 

"It didn't, though, and I stopped worrying as soon as she had it about 
halfway into me. It felt too good, and I was getting to the point where I 
couldn't worry about anything. All I could think about was how good it felt 
there inside of me, filling me, turning me on more than I had been turned on 
in weeks, if not in months. 

"I had expected the rubber to be cold, but it wasn't. In fact, it was as hot 
as a real cock, and I guessed that it had been immersed in hot water for 
some time before my arrival, getting ready for the job it was going to do. 
The job it was now doing so well. 

"The red flood of my approaching climax was fast filling my mind and body 
with tides of irresistible passion. I felt as though I was nothing more than 
a fleshy bag of flaming nerve endings, teased to torment by what she was 
doing, and then she shifted position again, so quickly that I didn't have a 
chance to even think of protesting. 

"She shoved that dildo into me hard and deep, almost its full length, which 
must have been at least ten inches, then pulled it all the way out with a 
sliding, slurping, popping sound. Her hands quickly moved down my legs, 
under my knees, lifting me up until my legs were lying across her shoulders, 
jackknifing me on the bed. I felt the head of the rubber cock sliding down 
through the hair between my legs, across and past the open, waiting lips of 
my cunt, into the spread crack of my ass. 

"The woman must have had a lot of experience at that sort of thing, because 
she seemed to know when the head of it was in exactly the right spot, 
pressed against the tight pucker of my asshole, a place I never expected her 
to try and put it. It was way too big to get in there, or so I thought until 
she started working at it. 

"The head of it pressed hard for a second against my unyielding flesh, then 
the lubricant and the juice it had picked up from my sopping pussy did its 
work, and that king-size imitation of a cock plunged deep into my ass, 
almost driving me right through the headboard of the bed as it tore past 
those tight, tender tissues. At the time it felt as though I was going to 
need stitches to close up the hole she was making, and I guess I screamed a 
little from the pain, but actually it hadn't done any lasting damage, or so 
I found out later, and the sexual excitement that had been filling my body 
as she had worked it in and out of my cunt quickly built again until it 
completely blocked out the pain. 

"She shoved it all the way in, deeper than I thought it was possible for a 
cock to penetrate, then began to slide it slowly in and out, her hands 
reaching down in front of her, between our bodies, one finger sliding into 
my cunt while the other played gently with the excited, tender little nub of 
my clitoris. 

"From her motions, her speeding up of the pumping action, her breathing, her 
sweating, I knew that she was going to reach her climax at any moment, and 
that I was either going to be right with her or not far behind. It turned 
out that I was right with her, and when we both began our orgasms I got a 
real surprise. 

"As my hips began to jerk and my muscles locked up tight from the pure 
erotic pleasure of my orgasm, a sudden tearing shock that seemed like a bolt 
of electricity whipped through my pumping, shuddering ass, and I must have 
come at least a foot off the bed in reaction. What a feeling! It came again 
and again, little burning, tearing shocks that drove my climax to a complete 
release that there is no way for me to fully describe. With each shock I 
could feel my asshole clamping tight on that plunging rubber cock, and my 
cunt muscles grabbing at her finger. It was purely fantastic! 

"Later I found out that the dildo had a couple of small batteries buried in 
it, for just that purpose. At the other end, the end that was strapped to 
her, there was a small, horn-shaped protuberance, which rubbed against her 
clit as she was pumping the rubber tool in and out of me. That horn also 
transmitted the shocks to her, controlled by a small button that the hand 
she wasn't using on my cunt was pressing repeatedly, and she actually 
screamed from the pleasure reaction that the shock was giving to both of us 
at the same time. 

"When we were finally drained dry she pulled the dildo out of my ass and 
moved back. When she did, my legs just collapsed on the bed. I didn't have 
any strength left in them, or in the rest of my body for that matter. She 
got up, unstrapped the rubber cock, then walked over to the dresser. She 
came back with a fistful of money in her hand. She didn't give it to me 
right away, though. She just stood there, like she wanted to say something, 
but didn't know quite how to start. 

"I had the feeling that she was going to ask me to come back, perhaps on a 
regular schedule, and I've got to admit that the idea was entertaining. I 
was almost right, too. 

" 'This may seem a little hard to believe at first,' she said, 'but I didn't 
have Bill send you over here because I have to buy this kind of action.' 

'"I can believe that! That had to be one of the best screwings I've ever 
had, even if it was by you, instead of by a man.' 

'"I'm glad you enjoyed it. What about me using the back door? Did you like 
that, too?' 

" 'Well, I have to admit that it was a little upsetting at first, but you 
sure did make it good. Good enough that I could dig getting it there more 
often.' 

" 'That's what we thought you'd say. You see,' she continued, 'Bill told me 
that he thought you were an anal person, and that's why he sent you over 
here tonight. This isn't just a house-a residence. It's the headquarters for 
a sort of club we have. A club made up of people who dig anal sex, and we 
thought that you might like to join.' 

'"It sounds good,' I answered, 'but I'm not sure how much time I'd be able 
to spend here. My business....' 

" 'If you accept the offer we're prepared to make, it will be your 
ex-business. You see, we want you to take over running the house here. Sort 
of housekeeper and general organizer for the parties. What do you say?' 

" 'Well, I don't know... ." 

" 'One other thing. We're prepared to throw in a pretty good salary. You 
won't be losing anything, financially, by making the switch. The club 
treasury is in pretty good shape, and since we all have jobs, and can't 
really devote enough spare time to keep things running here, we're willing 
to pay you well to take over. Oh yes, if you do decide to take the job, 
you'll be expected to join us in our activities.' 

" 'What do you mean, activities?' 

" 'Activities like those we just took part in. You and me.' 

" 'Lady, you've got yourself a housekeeper!' " 

Taking into consideration her stated professional preferences prior to 
entering into the anal cult as a member, housekeeper, and organizer, and her 
obvious enjoyment of the anal sexual activities which initiated her into it, 
there is very strong evidence that Ruth T-- harbors either latent lesbian 
desires or is, at the very least, what is currently termed a "bisexual." 

According to classical psychoanalytic theory, the human sexual instinct 
contains within it a homosexual component. The theory holds that the normal 
adult female either represses this lesbian tendency or partially sublimates 
it through other activities. 

Many psychoanalysts, however, do not assume a universal latent homosexuality 
in either men or women. Among forty-one percent of the heterosexual samples 
studied in I. Bieber's book Homosexuality: A Psychoanalytic Study, evidence 
of latent lesbianism was totally absent. This finding, therefore, completely 
failed to support the classical psychoanalytic position regarding latent 
lesbianism. 

Lesbian symptoms, or, as they have been more recently termed, lesbian 
tendencies, share quite a few features with the known behavioral patterns of 
established lesbians. Fear of competition may be set off in situations which 
appear to threaten competition with other females, such as falling in love, 
marrying, and achieving social or economic success. This is undoubtedly the 
prime factor behind Ruth T-'s original entry into prostitution as a 
profession, despite her statements to the contrary. 

Hand in hand with Ruth's renunciation of the possibility of a successful 
competition with other women, and her quiet acceptance of the lesbian 
activity to which she was introduced at the anal cult headquarters, were her 
wishes for reward and compensation for the sacrifice she had made. It is 
expected that Ruth will eventually enter into a pathologically dependent 
relationship with a powerful female, perhaps the one who introduced her into 
the anal cult, or perhaps another woman she might meet there. Her main 
reason for entering into such a rela- tionship will be the hope that the 
female she becomes attached to will be able to serve as a satisfactory 
substitute for the renounced gratification of a normal heterosexual 
relationship. 

In understanding Ruth's probable lesbian tendencies or bisexual trends we 
must keep in mind that the single most prominent feature distinguishing 
overt lesbians from heterosexual women harboring lesbian tendencies is the 
absence among the latter of any erotic responsibility to other females. 

Erotic responsivity to females by females is usually established early 
during the childhood or adolescent stages. Heterosexual women with lesbian 
tendencies who only rarely become directly involved in lesbianism, and then 
only while engaging in and enjoying heterosexual activities, are bisexuals. 

We find that there is a wide divergence in the professional estimates of the 
frequency of lesbianism. F. S. Caprio, in Female Homosexuality, and Havelock 
Ellis, in Studies in the Psychology of Sex, are of the opinion that 
homosexuality occurs as frequently among women as it does among men. 
Kinsey's studies showed, in Sexual Behavior in the Human Female, on the 
other hand, that the incidences and frequencies of homosexual responses and 
contact and consequently the incidences of the homosexual ratings were much 
lower among females in our sample than they were among males on whom we had 
previously reported. 

In the lesbian act a heterosexual masquerade is played out, with one member 
of the anal cult, in this case, taking the masculine role, and one the 
feminine. In some cases the women involved may exchange roles, but in the 
case under consideration we are certain that the anal cult member will 
remain habitually masculine, and that Ruth will retain her feminine 
orientation. 

The anal cult member in question, who did not wish to have her name 
revealed, even her first name, is what we could call a "butch." She does her 
best to avoid feminine dress and attitudes, and whenever she can, and to 
whatever degree she can, she will imitate men in dress, speech, and other 
behavioral patterns. Ruth, on the other hand, is what would be called a 
"femme." In pairings of this sort the roles of husband and wife are acted 
out in the pathological caricatures they perceive these roles to be. The 
cult member acts aggressive, dominant, and tough, and initiates sexual 
activity. Ruth is, at least with her lesbian partner, submissive and 
retiring, a stereotypic embodiment of soft femininity. 

In the context Of this marital caricature, domination-submission behavior, 
sadomasochistic activity, and pathologic dependency are clearly evident in 
both Ruth and her partner, a common situation where lesbian activities are 
concerned. 

Just as male homosexuals obsessively emphasize genital size and seek out 
masculine qualities in partners, Ruth's partner has sought out feminine 
qualities in Ruth, particularly maternal characteristics as symbolized by 
the breasts. The lesbian's interest in breast size and shape parallels the 
male homosexual's interest in the size of the penis. Homosexuals of both 
sexes seek to repair their damaged sexual functioning by attempts at 
achieving a magical unity with prominent symbols of masculinity and 
femininity-the penis and the breast. 

We do not know the root causes of Ruth's rapidly developing lesbianism, but 
Clara M. Thompson gave us a quite clearly defined series of indications of 
the possible causes in her Selected Papers: 

Female homosexuality is not a clinical entity but a symptom with different 
meanings for different personalities. Thus, female homosexuality could be an 
expression of fear of the opposite sex, fear of adult responsibility, a need 
to defy authority, an attempt to cope with hatred of or competitive 
attitudes toward members of one's own sex, a flight from reality into an 
absorption in body stimulation, and a way of being destructive to one's self 
and others. 

"Bill, another member of the cult, had mentioned that he knew this call 
girl, one he used on and off to entertain business acquaintances from out of 
town, and even himself occasionally, who might make a good member. In 
addition, he thought that she might be the solution to a problem we had been 
hassling with for quite some time. Where to find someone to take care of the 
place, and to make sure that everything was ready for scheduled activities 
and parties. 

"I had him call and make an 'appointment' with the girl, even though I 
wasn't at all sure that a call girl, a prostitute, was the kind of person we 
were looking for as a cult member, much less a housekeeper. I mean, after 
all, the woman was a whore! 

"It didn't take me long to discover that what she did for a living didn't 
have a hell of a lot to do with what kind of person she was. More 
importantly, it didn't have a lot to do with what kind of lover she was. Or, 
come to think of it, maybe it did. Maybe that's why she was so damned good. 

"Anyway, pardon me for getting ahead of myself. Bill set up the appointment, 
thinking that I was going to have Ralph, that week's examiner, check her 
out. I didn't say anything to him about it, but I figured on doing the 
checking out myself. Everyone in the club knows that I dig women, especially 
women who'll let me use my dildo on them. The cult is very liberal about 
things like that, but I don't think Bill would have considered it a good 
idea for me, with my sexual tastes, to meet a prospective member there for 
her first introduction to our cult. 

"Ruth showed up right at the time Bill had set, and I had to admit that he 
had good taste in women. She was a doll. Long red hair and green eyes, about 
five-eight and a hundred and twenty pounds, and, best of all, a pair of tits 
that were threatening to break right through the cloth of her dress. They 
must have been at least forties, and there's nothing that turns me on quite 
as much as a set of really big tits. I couldn't take my eyes off them, and 
the longer I looked at them the hotter I got. I felt like creaming right 
there, just from thinking about how they would taste, and I could feel the 
warm wetness between my legs soaking into my panties. 

"She gave me a pretty strange look when I opened the door. Obviously she had 
been expecting a man to answer. I led her back to one of the bedrooms, 
avoiding going through the living room. There were a fair number of members 
there that night, and I didn't want her worrying about what was going on. 
I'm pretty sure she got a glimpse of the living room, despite my attempt. If 
she did, she didn't say anything about it, though. 

"You should have seen the expression on her face when she found out I was 
the 'customer,' as she called it, whom she had been engaged to service. For 
a minute I thought she was going to take off running. She got herself under 
control quickly, though, and with a shrug of her shoulders put her purse 
over on a table and started getting out of her dress. 

"I had never thought about how a call girl would dress, and I was surprised 
to find that the dress, a one-piece wool affair which looked like it cost a 
pretty good piece of change, was all she was wearing. She just pulled down 
the zipper, stepped out of the dress, and she was naked, with those 
beautiful tits pointing straight out from her chest, without a bit of sag to 
them. 

"As soon as she had started taking her dress off I began to strip, and by 
the time she got back to the center of the room, after laying her dress 
across a chair, I was as naked as she was, with my clothes scattered all 
over the floor. I've never claimed to be a particularly neat person, and 
that night I was just in too much of a hurry to give a damn about whether or 
not I got some wrinkles in my dress. 

"I walked over to where she was standing, gave her a little kiss, just 
barely touching our lips together, then took her hand and led her to the 
bed. She climbed right up onto it, ready for whatever I might want. 

"I went over to the nightstand where I kept the dildo, wrapped in a towel, 
and pulled it out. I had had it soaking in hot water for several hours, and 
the towel had kept it warm since I had put it in the drawer. By the time I 
got ready to use it, it would be just the right temperature. The temperature 
of a cock. 

"I put the still-wrapped dildo down on the floor next to the bed, where I 
could reach it easily should I find myself in a hurry when it came time to 
use it, then sat down on the bed next to Ruth. I knew that I should take it 
easy and slow, and I tried, but the sight of those magnificent tits of hers 
had turned me on so much that I was in no mood for playing around. 

"Almost as if I didn't have any control over it my head-dipped down to her 
lips for a light kiss, and my hands reached out for her breasts, feeling 
their warm firmness, the hardening tips of her nipples pressing against my 
sweaty palms as I gently rubbed them. 

"Ruth just lay there, not moving, while I moved my lips across her upper 
body, tasting the sweet flesh of her neck and shoulders, then moving down to 
her beautiful breasts. Each nipple got a little kiss, then I sucked one of 
them into my mouth, feeling and tasting the slightly rough, bumpy surface 
with the tip of my tongue. With my face down on her chest, my lips on her 
nipple, I could hear the beating of her heart and the sound of air moving in 
and out of her lungs as her breathing came faster and faster. I knew then 
that she was ready to accept my loving. 

"I didn't want to give up that wonderful tasting nipple, but the tides of 
passion were building fast in my body, and I had to move on, to get the 
preliminaries over with so that we could both get to the serious business of 
fucking. I let go of the nipple and moved on down the bed, spreading her 
legs apart, then kneeling between them. When I looked up to see how Ruth was 
accepting my actions I saw that her eyes were closed, her head twisting back 
and forth on the pillow, and I knew that she was as hot, and as horny, as I 
was. 

"I dropped my head down between Ruth's legs and gave her a couple more of 
those little, brushing kisses, one on the inside of each thigh, then sent my 
tongue right to the target, deep into her warm, wet pussy. It tasted better 
than any steak, and I went in as deep as I could go, as far as my tongue 
would reach, probing and sucking at the same time to get all of that 
wonderful, hot taste into my mouth. 

"It wasn't long before her hips were beginning to jerk up and down in time 
with my tongue, and on one of the upward jerks I slid my hands under her 
ass, one finger going to her asshole. She was really tight back there, and I 
had a lot of trouble getting my finger in, but finally I forced it through, 
then began pumping it in time with the thrusts of my tongue in her pussy. 

"That really seemed to set Ruth off, and in just a couple of seconds I felt 
her hands at the back of my head, pushing down, urging my tongue deeper and 
deeper into her freely lubricating pussy. She was so wet that I could feel a 
mixture of her juice and my saliva dripping down my chin, and a little 
rivulet of it ran down the crack of my ass, splitting to flow around my 
finger. 

"I knew, both from her actions and from what was happening inside my own 
body, that it was time to move on to other things. If I didn't, we were both 
going to come, and I didn't want it to happen that way, with my tongue in 
her cunt and my finger in her ass. I wanted it to happen with my finger in 
her cunt and my cock, my beautiful ten-inch cock, buried in her asshole. 

"I slipped my finger out of her ass and quickly got up off the bed, picking 
up the dildo as I did so. It was already lubricated and the straps were 
adjusted for my body, so it only took a few seconds before I had it on and 
was back between Ruth's legs. Even though it had only been a few seconds, I 
saw that Ruth had cooled off and was watching me with an expression that 
seemed to have at least an element of fear in it. I was so hot that I wanted 
to get my cock right into her ass, but I figured I'd better take it a little 
slower. It took a lot of willpower, but somehow I managed it. 

"I let the dildo rub back and forth along the lips of her cunt for a minute, 
pressing the head of it against her clitoris, then, as I felt it settling 
into the gap of her pussy, I began to press, shoving it slowly into her, 
going slow deliberately so as not to hurt her. Like I said, that rubber cock 
of mine was big. 

"I let it slide in about halfway, then rested for a minute to let Ruth get 
used to the feel of it. She had her eyes closed again, and was panting and 
gasping and occasionally crying out with little moans, and I figured that 
she was just about ready to come. That meant that she was just about ready 
for the final step. 

"With one hard lunge I shoved the dildo all the way into her cunt, full 
length, and she jack-knifed under me and gave out with a little scream that 
could have been either pleasure or pain, or a combination of the two. Her 
fingers clawed at my back, and then I pulled my cock all the way out of her, 
drawing away from her for a second while I got my hands under her knees to 
lift her up into the right position. 

"I lifted her legs high up off the bed, until they were on either side of my 
neck, resting on my shoulders, then I dropped my body back down. The head of 
the dildo made contact with her cunt again, and her hips jerked upward, 
begging for the feel of it in her cunt, but I drew back a little, keeping it 
from going inside of her. Instead, I let it drop away from her cunt and back 
toward her asshole. I could see, just barely, when the head of it was in the 
right place, pressed tight against her asshole, gleaming with the juice from 
her pussy. 

"I pressed down, feeling her asshole spread; then, when I felt the head slip 
inside I gave it a hard shove, a lunge with the weight of my whole body 
behind it, and it was all the way in, right up to the base. 

"The little horn on the inside of the dildo was pressed against my clitoris, 
and when I hit bottom in Ruth's asshole we both screamed, she from the feel 
of that big cock in her ass, and I from the pleasure that horn was putting 
on my clit. The wait, the slow going, had been worth it. Now I was getting 
all the feeling that I had been waiting for all evening. 

"I began pumping away at Ruth's ass, slowly at first, then faster, pulling 
the dildo almost all the way out with each upstroke, then pounding down to 
shove it all the way into her ass again. With each stroke that little horn 
scraped against my clit, and the fires built within me until I knew it was 
only seconds before I was going to come. 

"When I felt the tension starting to build, I reached down for the little 
button that was on the dildo. I knew that Ruth was ready, too, and I reached 
down with one hand and slid my fingers into her cunt, running them in and 
out, making sure that she was getting enough sexual stimulation to come 
right along with me. 

"I had to hold on tight for a few seconds to keep myself from coming before 
Ruth was ready, but when I felt the juice begin to flood around my finger in 
her pussy, and all her muscles tighten up, I knew it was time, and my finger 
began to push up and down on the button, sending sharp little shocks of 
electricity from the batteries in the dildo into Ruth's asshole and against 
my clit. It was the ultimate climax, and I thought-I hoped-it was never 
going to end. My body shook and shuddered, and it felt as though every 
muscle in my body was cramp- ing. I couldn't breathe, and a fiery-red haze 
dropped over my eyes, completely blocking my vision. 

"Through that haze I could hear Ruth screaming out her pleasure; her sharp 
fingernails raked across my back, leaving burning welts behind. Her body 
lunged up against me, jamming her ass tight against the base of the dildo as 
her body thrashed about on the bed. She was getting her orgasm, and getting 
it good. I knew, from my first experience on the receiving end of a dildo 
like that, that there is no feeling in the world like it. There is no way a 
man's cock, smaller and without the batteries, can give you a climax like 
that dildo of mine. It just isn't possible. Besides, contrary to what most 
people think, the walls of the rectum are even more sensitive than the walls 
of the pussy, and every one of those little shocks was going right through 
those walls and up along every nerve in her body. 

"Finally, as all things must, it ended, with both of us drained. I let go of 
the button, since it couldn't help us to keep it going anymore, then began 
to draw away from her, slowly sliding the dildo out of her ass. It almost 
seemed as if she wanted me to leave it there, the way her hands clutched at 
my back, and when it finally popped free with a wet slapping sound, she 
moaned, then her legs collapsed on the bed. Her eyes were still closed, and 
she seemed to be having a lot of trouble catching her breath. She reached 
down and stroked that rubber tool with her hand once, a move which I don't 
think she even realized she made, then her whole body suddenly relaxed as 
she realized it was over, for the time being at least. 

"For long minutes we both just lay there, completely drained by our 
experience. Eventually, it seemed like hours later, I managed to regain 
enough strength to get up and go over to the dresser, to take off the dildo 
and get the money for Ruth's fee. I hoped that I wouldn't have to give it to 
her. 

"After that beautiful piece of ass it wasn't easy for me to get my mind 
working on how I was going to recruit Ruth, both into the cult and as a 
housekeeper for the cult. I knew that this was the right time, the time when 
she would be in the most receptive mood, but I just couldn't seem to find 
the words. 

"Finally, and not at all in the manner I had planned, I got the whole thing 
out, and, as Bill had predicted, she agreed right away. Then, much to my 
surprise, she took the offensive. After what I had given her, I expected 
that it would be at least a couple of hours before she was ready for more 
sex. I was wrong. She wanted more, and she wanted it right then. 

"She had sort of a strange smile on her face as she got up off the bed, 
wincing for a second when her legs came together, and walked across the room 
to the dresser where I had put the dildo. Without saying a thing to me she 
picked it up, put it in place, and readjusted the straps to fit her more 
slender body. 

"She gave me a look that spoke volumes, and a little thrill of apprehension 
ran through my body as I realized that she intended to use that tool on me. 
It had been a long time since anyone had stuck a cock in me, and I wasn't 
sure that I was ready for it. 

"Ruth made up my mind for me. She came quickly across the room, and with a 
hard shove on my tits pushed me back onto the bed. She fell on top of me, 
that rubber cock almost digging a hole in my stomach, and her lips mashed 
against mine, tongue jamming deep into my mouth. Her hands roamed over my 
body, first at my breasts, kneading them and pinching and pulling at the 
nipples, then between my legs, fingers twisting my clit, then plunging deep 
into my cunt. 

"She was good. She must have understood that the only way she could get me 
to respond to a woman's touch was to be strong, demanding, almost sadistic 
in her approach to my body. Nothing else would work, but this attack was 
turning me on like nothing had in a long time. 

"Her lips ground against mine, her teeth biting at my tongue as I slid it 
into her mouth, then at my lower lip, hard enough for me to taste the salty, 
hot wetness of blood. My blood. Her left hand was almost beating at my tit, 
and she had three stiffened fingers jammed into my cunt, pushing and pulling 
and prodding with de- manding desire that increased every second. 

"Her lips left mine and began to travel down my body, teeth biting as they 
went. Not gentle love nips, but cannibalistic bites, leaving red toothmarks 
in the flesh of my neck, my shoulders, my breasts. She stopped there for a 
minute to suck a nipple deep into her mouth, chewing on it, filling my body 
with a pain/pleasure mixture that I cannot describe, but which brought me to 
a fever pitch of sexual excitement. Then her lips, and her teeth, were 
moving again, along the ridges of my rib cage, across my belly, and down 
through the mat of hair between my legs, pulling at it with her teeth, 
pulling many of them out by the roots. 

"Her lips kissed at the lips of my cunt, her tongue lapping back and forth 
at it, then her teeth were biting, nipping, chewing at them, bringing forth 
a gush of wetness that told her, better than any words I could have used, 
just how ready I was for that big rubber cock strapped about her middle. She 
didn't stop there, though. Her lips and teeth moved on, down under me, and 
as she spread the cheeks of my ass with her hands her tongue touched the 
entrance to my rectum, touched it with a loving kiss, nothing like the 
biting and chewing she had given the rest of my body during her downward 
passage. 

"Using her saliva as a lubricant she pressed her tongue against my anus, 
wiggling it around, stiffening it, until it slid through and into my ass. 
Then, just as if she was sucking a cock, she began to put strong suction on 
my asshole, a suction so strong that, as it combined with the rising tide of 
passion that was flooding through my body, I felt as though she was going to 
turn me inside out, pulling my whole body down and through my asshole. 

"Even with my hips raised as much as possible, she couldn't get her face 
tight against my ass, which kept her from getting her tongue all the way 
inside of me. I could feel the saliva dropping and running along the crack 
of my ass as she fought to get her tongue deeper and deeper, then she gave 
up, for the moment at least, and pulled away to let me roll over onto my 
stomach. 

"Once I was on my belly, with my legs spread wide and a pillow under my 
stomach to raise me up off the bed a little, Ruth got her face right back 
down against my ass; this time her tongue slid in deep, as deep as it would 
go, and she began to tickle the walls of my rectum with it, flicking her 
tongue tip around to touch first one side, then the other. One finger slid 
into my cunt, pressing against the back wall, squeezing the rectal tube 
tight around her tongue, and I thought for a minute I was going to come 
right then, it felt so good. 

"Ruth knew that I was ready, and I could sense from her frantic movements 
and rapid breathing that she was close to an orgasm, too. She drew away from 
me, sliding her tongue out of my asshole. My face was buried in a pillow, so 
I couldn't see what she was doing, but I felt it as she changed position on 
the bed. Then there was the wonderful feeling of the dildo pressing against 
the flesh of my ass, searching for my anus. 

"She was guiding it with her hands, and it went straight to its target. 
Again, she wasn't gentle in her actions. Once the head of it was against my 
anus, she gave it a shove, a lunge with the entire weight of her body behind 
it, and it drove through, driving deep into my ass in one swift plunge. 

"The pain of the big rubber cock tearing through my unrelaxed anus was 
almost more than I could bear, but it was so wonderful that, in reflex, my 
body lifted off the bed, helping her get it into me all the way. It seemed 
to be filling me, jamming every inch of my body, the head of it reaching all 
the way up into my stomach, and without her even having to pump I began to 
have an orgasm, a tearing climactic release that had me jumping up and down 
on the bed in complete ecstasy, like some sort of mad acrobat or tumbler. 

"Just when I thought it was over, she began to pump in and out of me, and in 
seconds I was having another orgasm, then another. I just couldn't seem to 
stop coming, not that I wanted to. Then she began to press the button, and 
the whole world seemed to fly apart in flaming fragments, like something out 
of a science-fic- tion movie. It was an orgasm beyond words. 

"That orgasm tore through me, filling me with a combination of heat and cold 
that was fantastic, and all the while this was going on I could hear the 
little screams, the grunts and moans, that were escaping from Ruth's lips in 
perfect time with her pumping finger on the button. She was getting hers, 
just as I was getting mine. 

"Our desire, and Ruth's endurance, seemed to know no ends that night. Over 
and over again we ass-fucked, me shoving the dildo into her eager ass, her 
cramming it in mine, until dawn was breaking and both of us were too tired 
to do any more. 

"Just as we fell asleep, I wondered if, after tonight, Ruth would ever again 
so willingly accept the meager attentions of a man. She had found out how a 
woman could love her, and I hoped-oh, how I hoped-that I would have the 
chance to love her again and again, day and night." 

In today's society there is a strong movement toward the recognition of 
homosexuality as an acceptable life-style between consulting adults. 

Whether Ruth's rapidly developing bisexual tendencies will evolve into total 
lesbian behavior or not is still an open question, but we have little doubt 
that, since her introduction into the cult, she has gained a much greater 
insight into her mental and emotional problems. An insight which cannot help 
but aid her in her adaptation to life. 

In the next interview we find an unusual situation. Instead of the normal 
pattern of a member of the cult enlisting another person into the cult, we 
have what might be called almost a mass enlistment, if two people can be 
described as a "mass." Taking into consideration that every other member was 
brought in on an individual basis, it can be seen why the case of one 
couple, already members, enlisting another couple is unusual. 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Two Plus Two on the Grass 

"One of the best ways I've ever found to get a little relaxation is to take 
off for a long, quiet Sunday drive, not going anywhere in particular. Just 
pick out a road, point the car along it, and then see where it goes. 

"Most of the time when we, my wife and I, did this we started out heading 
out toward the beach, and then on up the coast, but occasionally we would 
end up in the mountains instead. 

"Of course, not all Sunday drives were relaxing. There was the time we got 
caught tight in the Sunday night traffic jam coming home on the freeway and 
were stuck for four hours, and the time the water pump broke out in the 
middle of nowhere, stranding us overnight. Neither of those drives were very 
much fun, or very relaxing. For that matter, the last drive of that nature 
we took, three Sundays ago, wasn't very relaxing, either. It sure was fun, 
though. 

"As usual, Jane and I headed out early Sun- day morning. I guess it was 
about eight-thirty or nine, and I pointed the hood of the T-Bird out toward 
the beach. The traffic was light, with only the dedicated surfers on the 
road, headed for their favorite waves. Long before ten we were out of the 
built-up area and beach towns, cruising along an almost deserted coast 
highway with the salt-and-iodine smell of the sea flowing through the open 
windows of the car. 

"About noon we stopped for some lunch- steamed clams and ice-cold beer-at a 
small roadside restaurant; then, instead of continuing north along the 
coast, I turned east, inland, heading up a small road into the coastal 
mountain range for a change of scenery. The road was a narrow, two-lane 
blacktop, and there was practically no traffic on it. A couple of old pickup 
trucks passed us going the other way during the first few miles, then 
nothing. It was almost as if we were all alone in the world, the last 
survivors of some kind of total catastrophe. 

"We must have been driving for almost an hour through wild country, country 
disturbed only by the hum of the engine, the purr of the tires on the 
asphalt, and the soft music from the car's radio. Then, passing around a 
sharp bend in the road, I spotted another car up ahead. It was pulled off 
the road, the hood up, and a young woman was standing by the rear fender, 
waving frantically at us. As we pulled up behind her I saw that she had a 
man with her, leaning over the fender, doing something to the engine. As I 
eased the car to a stop a couple of feet from the back of the parked car, 
the man came out from under the hood and walked back toward us. 

" 'Having trouble?' I asked; not too original. 

" 'Yeah. Sure glad you came along. There hasn't been a car along this road 
since the car died on us, almost an hour ago, and I'm afraid that whatever's 
wrong with the engine is beyond my mechanical talents. Can you give us a 
lift to a phone?" . 

" 'Sure. Be glad to." 

"They introduced themselves as Steve and Irene, and I was hardly back up to 
cruising speed before Jane and Irene were buried deep in a woman-type 
conversation, the kind that makes absolutely no sense most of the time to a 
listening man. I sat there, driving and listening, trying to figure out what 
the hell they were talking about for about three minutes, then pulled off 
again for a bit of seat-swapping. Jane got in the back with Irene and Steve 
got in front with me. That made the conversational opportunities a bit more 
even, and Steve and I talked cars for a while, then football, then about 
nothing much in particular. 

"We hit it off right away, discovering that we had a lot of likes and 
dislikes in common. Just when we were warming up, though, about ten miles 
from the place where we had picked them up, I spotted a farmhouse off to the 
side of the road. 

" 'Maybe they have a phone there,' I said. 'We can check anyway.' I pulled 
the car into a dirt driveway and parked in front of the house. There was no 
sign of life, but the place had a look that said someone lived there, so 
Steve got out and went up to knock on the door. After a few minutes of 
waiting without results, he came back. 

" 'The door's wide open, but nobody seems to be home. I can see a phone 
inside the living room. Why don't you honk your horn a couple of times to 
see if that raises anyone?' 

"I leaned on the horn several times, then we sat and waited for about five 
minutes, but without results, so Steve decided to take a chance on the 
owner's hospitality and just go on in and use the phone, calling collect. He 
came out about ten minutes later and gave us the news. 

" 'I called the auto club, and after giving me a long argument they agreed 
to come out for us, but they said it would be at least three hours before 
they could get a tow truck out here.' 

"Before we had left the house that morning, Jane had packed some sandwiches 
and beer in the little ice chest that I keep in the trunk, and we decided to 
eat them there before taking Steve and Irene back to their car. There was a 
nice little patch of soft-looking grass under a tree at the side of the 
house, and we spread a blanket there for our picnic, inviting Steve and 
Irene to join us. 

"It turned out that nobody was really too interested in the sandwiches, but 
the beer went down fast and, probably because of the heat of the day, those 
two six-packs we had brought had us all giggling and laughing before long. 
And then the fun started. 

"Steve said something about Irene's boobs, Irene punched him in the ribs, 
and in minutes they had one hell of a wrestling match going. As they rolled 
around on the blanket, Irene's dress kept getting higher and higher, and 
pretty soon it became obvious that she wasn't wearing anything underneath 
it. I had my arm around Jane, and she noticed my natural reaction to Irene's 
exposure, a growing hard on. She dug an elbow into my ribs, and we started 
our own wrestling match. 

"Somehow we ended up in a four-person tangle, with Jane and me lying 
head-to-head but pointed in different directions, and Irene and Steve were 
down by my belt buckle somewhere. I didn't get a chance to see what they 
were up to, because Jane clamped her lips to mine and gave me a deep French 
kiss. I was just warming up to the kiss when I got a real shock. Someone 
pulled down my zipper, pulled out my stiff cock, and wrapped a pair of hot, 
wet lips around the head of it! 

"I broke the kiss with Jane, raised my head a little, and looked down toward 
my waist to see what was going on. It was Irene giving me that beautiful 
head job, and Steve had her dress bunched up around her hips and his head 
was buried between her legs, his tongue busy on her delicious-looking cunt, 
licking up a storm. 

"Jane didn't give me a chance to say anything about Irene's action on my 
cock. She grabbed me by the hair, pulled my head down hard, and again locked 
her lips on mine, her tongue searching deep inside my mouth. 

"We lay there like that for several minutes, with Irene bringing me closer 
and closer to a climax with her loving tongue; then Jane suddenly sat up, 
breaking the kiss, and pulled off her slacks and panties. She sat down 
again, this time astraddle my chest. It was too much! 

"I cupped the cheeks of her ass with my hands and pulled her forward, toward 
my face and hungry tongue, until her moistly red slit was only inches away. 
Then I slowly slid the tip of my tongue into her cunt, tasting her warm 
fe-maleness and feeling her body tense above mine. Going in only a fraction 
of an inch, I slid my tongue back and forth the length of her slit, then 
stabbed it deep into her Cunt, bringing a little cry of pleasure to her 
lips. 

"In and out I shot my tongue, faster and faster, until I could feel her body 
beginning to shake. Then, with a sudden lunge, she pressed herself against 
my face, just at the moment when those hot lips and loving tongue running 
over my cock brought me to a climax. My hips jerked in reflex as my body 
arched upward, driving my spurting cock deep into Irene's mouth, and I could 
taste the hot flood of love juice washing through Jane's cunt as she came. 

"I fell back flat on the blanket, my muscles shaking with reaction to my 
release, but I wasn't given a chance to rest. It wasn't over yet. 

"Before my cock had a chance to even think about going soft, Steve had 
pulled Jane away from me, off my chest, giving me no chance to object, and 
Irene was straddling me, her back to me, the hair between her legs brushing 
against the head of my cock, sending fire through it and new life into my 
body. 

"I could hardly believe what I was seeing as her silky-smooth hand wrapped 
around my cock and set the head of it against the brown circle of her 
asshole. With a little squirming of her hips she slowly sank down over it. I 
watched in amazement as my stiff rod slowly disappeared into the brown, 
gleaming wetness of her asshole, being swallowed then bathed by a tremendous 
heat in her body. Soon she was all the way down on top of me, and as I used 
my hands on her hips to lift her up, to start a pumping action, I glanced 
over to see Steve on top of Jane, her legs up over his shoulders, wrapped 
around his neck as he jammed his big cock in and out of her ass! My Jane, 
taking it in the ass! We had never even considered doing such a thing! She 
sure seemed to be enjoying it, though, judging from the way she was forcing 
her ass against Steve's cock every time he lunged forward. 

"My thoughts about Jane, and my observation of Steve bungholing her, was 
broken as my attention was yanked back to what was happening to me as Irene 
began to pump her ass up and down on my cock, faster and faster. I looked 
down to where our bodies met and saw her lifting until I was almost 
completely out of her, only the head of my cock still buried inside her ass, 
the ring around the head of it exposed to the cool air, then she dropped 
down over me again until my balls were pressed tightly against the soft 
hairs around her cunt. What a feeling that was! 

"Up and down she pumped, and I felt her body tighten and shudder once, then 
twice, as she climaxed. Obviously the stories I had heard that a woman 
couldn't get her rocks off from being fucked in the ass were wrong. Irene 
was certainly getting off, and my cock was buried as deep in her ass as it 
would go! 

"When she came a third time I grabbed her by the waist and pushed her to one 
side, toppling her off me without pulling my cock out of her ass, which did 
a good job of twisting it around. I thought for a minute it was going to 
tear right off. Then I was on top of her, matching Steve's position on Jane, 
with Irene's legs up around my neck, bringing her ass up tight against me. 

"For a minute there was mass confusion as we got everything in the right 
place, then her legs were over my shoulders and her sharp fingernails were 
digging into the skin of my waist as she held herself tight against me, 
pulling me deep into her ass as I lunged away, pumping as hard as I could, 
putting every possible ounce of strength, shove, and penetration into every 
stroke. I was getting my cock all the way into her ass, buried right up to 
the base, and the feeling was better than any cunt in the world. Hot and 
tight as a virgin, with that little ring of muscle milking my cock with 
every stroke. 

"Irene seemed to be going through one long, continuous climax, then my body 
seemed to explode as my cock jerked and pumped inside her ass, flooding her 
with my hot juice. When it was over she rolled away from me, onto the grass, 
fighting for breath, too exhausted to speak. I wasn't exactly rested, 
either, and when I glanced over to see how Jane and Steve were doing, I saw 
an old Ford pickup parked in the driveway and a couple of young hippie-types 
were Standing on the porch, looking at us, all smiles. Steve and Jane seemed 
to be finished, too, although Steve still had his cock buried in her ass. 

"When they saw that I was looking their way, the hippie couple walked over 
to where we were lying, exhausted, and the guy offered me a drink of the 
beer he was holding. I took it with silent gratitude, my mouth too dry to 
speak, then got up and began to dress. He looked at me, still smiling, then 
spoke for the first time. 

" 'Say, the next time you cats want to do a little balling, just go on in 
the house and use the bed. It's softer than the ground. If we aren't here 
the door's always open, and if we are here, maybe we can join in. We can 
both dig that sort of action. Or any other that you can think of.' 

"Both Steve and I thanked him as Steve and the girls got dressed, then we 
went back to the car and drove to where we had left Steve's broken-down 
wheels. None of us said much of anything on the way back, but when we were 
ready to drop Steve and Irene off, he hit us with this proposition. 

" 'Look,' he said, 'I don't think I'd be wrong to say that you both enjoyed 
what happened this afternoon. I don't mean just the sex, but the anal bit. 
Right?' 

"I looked over at Jane for a minute, saw confirmation of my own thoughts in 
her eyes, then nodded an affirmative to Steve. 

"'Well, we have this little club. Sort of a get-together on a regular basis 
of people who dig anal action. Ass-fucking, to be blunt about it. We think 
you and Jane would make good members, and we'd like to sponsor you.' 

" 'Ah ... does the swapping, the changing partners, thing go with the anal 
stuff?' I asked. 

" 'Yes. Usually. We believe that sex is something that should be enjoyed in 
all its forms, especially the anal form, and the best way to enjoy it to its 
fullest is with a variety of partners. That way you're able to sample all 
the various techniques and sizes, both of assholes and cocks.' 

"We told them that we would think it over, and he gave us a card with the 
address of the house where the anal cult met, telling us that the next 
meeting when the full membership would be present would be on Wednesday 
night. He said that there would be some members there every night, but that 
Wednesdays were the big affairs. 

"That night Jane and I talked it over, but we couldn't come to any 
conclusion. We were discussing it in bed, while we had a final cigarette. 
When she rolled over to put it out in the ashtray I snuggled up against her, 
my cock suddenly grown hard, pressing against her ass. She knew immediately 
what I wanted, and I guess she wanted it, too. 

"By the time we were finished there was no further discussions needed. We 
were there for that Wednesday night meeting, and now we're permanent 
members. We've both found a new way of relaxing that sure beats the hell out 
of just driving around looking at the scenery!" 

Although he never directly mentions it in his narrative, it is quite obvious 
that there are some serious difficulties in the marriage of Carl and Jane, 
difficulties which, had not their involvement in the sexual activities of 
the anal cult intervened, would probably have broken up their marriage 
before too much more time had passed, a situation which would have been most 
unfortunate, since in most respects they were quite compatible. 

The problems they faced were not all their own fault. Today's marriage 
depends primarily upon the desires and personalities the spouses bring into 
it. Their personalities are originally shaped and formed largely by their 
parents and by the various forms of married life to which they were exposed 
as children, married life modes which often do not properly serve or suit 
the newlyweds of today's generation. These circumstances, combined with the 
greatly prolonged duration of the average marriage as couples marry at ever 
earlier ages and the average lifespan increases, compound some of the 
specific burdens of the modern marriage, burdens which are, to a great 
extent, responsible for the increase in divorces in today's society. 

Whether the prevalence of actual marital maladjustment is greater or not to 
that of earlier years is uncertain. Because the marriage now depends so 
greatly on the marriage partners' personalities, the high prevalence of 
individual emotional and sexual maladjustment in marriage must be taken into 
account. 

Modern statistics show that one out of every ten people in the United States 
spends some time in a mental institution, and the prevalence of personal 
maladjustment, which depends so largely on direct personality factors, 
obviously carries a commensurate incidence of instability. Of course, 
marriage can lend support and stability to an unstable partner, if the other 
partner is strong enough emotionally. But the increase of the marriage time 
span in this century requires that a successful marital relationship be 
adaptable to more stages and challenges of longer Lives, which are the 
obvious breeders of boredom. 

In today's sexually freer society married men and women depend more on their 
inner resources for successful adaptation because, compared with other 
cultures, there are relatively few social rules or rituals concerning 
marriage. In the United States of today society and religion generally 
concern themselves only with the beginning of a marriage, with the children 
born of that marriage, and with the eventual death or divorce which 
dissolves the marriage. Aside from registration of the newborn, society 
generally intervenes with a family only if gross mistreatment of children is 
made evident. Otherwise, marital partners are on their own to mesh their 
personalities and sexual desires into the kind of bond and coalition they 
desire and are capable of; but, it must be remembered, their capabilities 
may often fall short of their desires. 

If this happens, they may seek help through counseling, which is available 
only to a very limited extent despite the proliferation of marriage 
counseling agencies, they may live on in conflict and disharmony, or they 
may seek a divorce. A fourth alternative, one not often mentioned in 
psychological studies of marriages, is the involvement in more esoteric 
forms of sexual behavior outside the marriage, such as "swinging" or 
"wife-swapping." In effect, this is the type of situation Carl and Jane have 
become involved in, and there is an excellent chance that their involvement 
will provide that fourth alternative and thus save their marriage. 

The personalities, sexual ambitions and desires, and sociocultural values 
these two individuals have brought to their marriage are of more value in 
determining the nature of their relationship than are their hopes, dreams, 
and intentions during their courtship period. 

This situation is quite common in today's industrialized society, .where 
marriage and offspring have shifted during this century from being economic 
advantages and even necessities, to being economic liabilities. The basis 
for marriage and for marital continuity has changed from tangible issues to 
the intangible necessities and requisites of companionship, encompassing 
physical, intellectual, affectionate, and social facets. Although the 
partners can share the economic burdens, they rarely can do so side by side, 
as they would in dividing complementary tasks on a farm. 

Partners choose each other by and large on the basis of their feelings and 
hopes. Among the less conscious motivations and unrealistic factors that 
lead to marriage are many neurotic tendencies and needs. Most common among 
these is probably the use of marriage to achieve independence from the 
family which the young man or woman cannot accomplish as an individual. 
Marriage, in this situation, is merely an escape from an apparently 
intolerable situation. But it is an escape into what usually becomes another 
intolerable situation, if not worse. 

This brings to the marriage a certain dependency of needs, which are likely 
to result in expecting parental care from the spouse. Another such factor is 
social pressure, especially on girls, from one's family or friends, that 
marriage at a certain age is an essential earmark of success in life. 

Not all unconscious or external determinants need be unsound, though. The 
choice of a marital partner is a complex process, and a certain intuitive 
sense of personality fit between two people seems to operate effectively at 
times, even if neither spouse can account for it explicitly. There are many 
paths to a successful marriage, sound and unsound foundations for family 
life, but spouses can build sound relationships even if they have united for 
ill-considered reasons. One of the chief criteria for a successful marriage 
is that it further the individual's growth and the growth as a unit. While 
Carl and Jane have not formed a successful marriage, by normal standards, 
their relationship with each other and with the anal cult has led to a 
sexual and personal growth situation which has stabilized their marriage, 
and it can therefore be termed a satisfactory adjustment. 

"It had been Irene's idea for us to go on a picnic that day, and while I 
wasn't all that enthusiastic, I agreed. When the car broke down out in the 
middle of nowhere, with absolutely no traffic to flag down for help, I got a 
little hot. Later, though, after we had met Carl and Jane, I was pleased, to 
say the least, that we had gone. I wasn't even too unhappy about the repair 
bill I got on the car later that week. 

"I don't claim to be a trained psychologist, or anything like that, but 
after talking to Carl for a while, and listening to Jane and Irene talking, 
it became pretty obvious they were so bored with each other's company that 
they were dying to meet somebody new. I gathered that, because of Carl's 
job, they didn't have many friends or acquaintances. Right away I got the 
idea of curing that by introducing them into the cult. 

"Carl and I had a lot in common, so we hit it off right away. Jane, bless 
her heart, seemed to be as lacking in the normal female jealousy and 
cattiness as Irene, which was a necessary element if they were to join the 
cult. After all, you can't very well be jealous and still agree to share 
your husband, or wife, with others. Especially when the sharing goes two 
ways, and involves getting or giving it in the ass. That sort of jealousy 
causes nothing but hassles, and we're careful not to let people who are 
jealous into the cult. 

"The house we found was perfect for our, or I guess I should say, my plans. 
Deserted, but with a phone which I could use to call for help, and a little 
grassy area where we could relax for a while. The fact that Carl had a 
cooler full of beer with him to liven things up was an added extra 
attraction that did a lot to make things easier for all of us. 

"I said something, I don't even remember what, about Irene's tits, and that 
started things moving. It was almost as if she knew what I was planning, and 
started the action just so I could succeed in my plans. 

"She jabbed me in the ribs, a good, hard punch, and I grabbed her and 
started wrestling, tickling and biting her, a bit of action that always 
turns her on. She has a habit of not wearing any panties, and before long 
her skirt was bunched up around her hips, her hairy twat exposed for all the 
world to see. 

"Of course, the only persons in the world there to see it, besides me, were 
Carl and Jane, and Carl's reaction was perfect. Even from where I was lying 
on the ground, trying to hang on to a twisting and turning Irene, I could 
see the bulge growing in the front of Carl's pants. 

"Jane saw it, too, and proceeded to give him hell about it. Not shrewish 
hell, but playful hell, starting a wrestling match just like the one Irene 
and I were having. When they finally ran out of breath, which wasn't too 
long thanks to the way they were laughing, they were lying head to head, but 
pointed in opposite directions, and Irene and I were lying at right angles 
to them, with our heads right near Carl's waist. 

"Irene's dress was, if anything, even higher, and her legs were spread 
apart, so I did the natural thing, forgetting, for a moment, about my plans. 
I gave her a big, juicy kiss right on the twat, sliding my tongue in until 
my chin was pressed tight against her wet cunt-lips. That really got her 
going, but not the way I expected. I had thought she would pull me around so 
we could have a little sixty-nine, but when I heard the sound of a zipper 
being pulled down I realized that it wasn't mine. 

"I looked up from my sexy lunch and saw her busy fingers pulling Carl's 
swollen cock out of his pants. She didn't waste any time playing around, but 
locked her lips around it and began pumping her mouth up and down. I knew 
that had to be getting to him. As I knew from experience, Irene could really 
give some head. 

"That little piece of action seemed to have set Jane off. She jumped up from 
where she was lying, quickly pulled off her clothes, and sat down across 
Carl's chest, giving his tongue a shot at her twat. He went to it like a 
starving man, and I went back to licking away at Irene's cunt, switching 
back and forth between getting my tongue deep inside her and nibbling at the 
hard little knob of her clit, sticking out like a little female prick. 

"It seemed as though everyone came at once. Everyone except me, that is. 
Irene jammed her twat down on my face, jerking away and getting wetter and 
wetter. Carl was moaning and groaning like someone was torturing him, then 
sighing like the torture had just been stopped, and Jane was giving out with 
little screams as she shoved her crotch tight against Carl's face. I could 
even see the muscles in her back knotting up as she came against his face. 
It must have been good for all of them, but now it was my turn. 

"I lay there for a few minutes, until I was sure everyone was through 
getting their rocks. I didn't want to interrupt anything. When Irene finally 
let Carl's cock slide out of her mouth, and Carl let his head drop back away 
from Jane's twat, I was ready to make my move. I got up and took Jane by the 
shoulders, pulling her up and off Carl's face. 

"For a second I thought he was going to object, but Irene took care of that. 
She got up and sat down over his prick, lining it up with her asshole, then 
dropped down over him, taking it all in at once. Irene's had a lot of 
practice at ass-fucking, and she knows how to relax her hole so that a prick 
can slide right straight in, without having to go slow to keep from hurting 
her. I guess that's why she's so popular at cult meetings. All the men seem 
to want a shot at her ass, and I can't blame them in the least. I go after 
it myself, and I don't have to wait for meetings. I get it every night at 
home, and I still dig it. She's that good. 

"I pulled Jane over several feet from where Carl and Irene were now getting 
it on, laid a little kissing and nibbling on her tits to make sure that she 
was feeling rather than thinking, then lay her back on the grass. Her cunt 
was shining with a mixture of lubrication, come, and saliva, and was a 
tempting target. I'm a little different than most of the cult members, in 
that I don't really care what hole I put my prick in, as long as I can get 
my rocks off. I dig assholes, but not that much more than twats or mouths. 
I'll fuck a broad in her ear, if that's the only hole open at the time. 

"Jane was still hot and ready, and I knew that I wasn't going to have any 
more trouble with her than Irene was having with Carl. She was ready to get 
fucked, and I don't think she would have minded if I had stuck my prick in 
her left nostril, just so it went in somewhere. She was that hot and ready. 
It wasn't her nostril I wanted, though. It was her sweet brown shit-chute. 

"While I was making sure that Jane was ready for a dose of my aching prick I 
kept an eye on the action between Carl and Irene, and was happy to see that 
he really seemed to be digging her anal action. She was sliding up and down 
on his cock a mile a minute, bouncing like some kind of bucking bronco rider 
in a rodeo, and he was puffing and panting away like a steam engine. His 
hands were around her waist, helping her with the bouncing, and there was no 
doubt in my mind that we had at least one new recruit for the cult. 

"Jane had her eyes closed and was rocking back and forth, side to side, 
waiting for me to stick it to her. I didn't let her wait any longer. 

"She was ready and willing as I lifted her legs, fitting them on top of my 
shoulders, and settled forward, sliding the end of my prick into the crack 
of her ass. When the head of it pressed against her tight hole her legs 
clamped down on my neck, hard, and for a moment I was afraid she was going 
to try to stop me. Then she relaxed, and I began to push, trying to get 
through her anus and into her ass. 

"She was too tight, though, and without lubrication there was no chance I 
could get into her without hurting both of us. I lifted away from her a 
little, letting my prick slide out of her ass-crack, and stuck a couple of 
fingers into her twat. I slid them around and in and out for a couple of 
minutes, picking up lots of her juice. When I thought my fingers were wet 
enough I slipped them out of her twat and rubbed them over the head of my 
prick, getting it good and wet, then spread the rest over and around her 
asshole, sliding one finger in a little bit just to see how it felt. 

"It must have felt damn good to her, because her body jackknifed a foot off 
the ground and she let out with a loud moan when my finger slid in. If I got 
that much reaction just from a finger, what would she do when I stuck my 
prick into her? 

"When I had both of us good and wet I sent my hands back to her hips, 
holding them in place with her ass raised up off the ground, and again 
leaned forward, pressing my prick against her. This time she knew what I was 
doing, and she showed me that she was ready for it by reaching down, 
grabbing my prick, and directing it right up to her rosy little asshole. 
There wasn't any question about her willingness to take it there. 

"Even so, I took it easy going into her, sliding my prick in a fraction of 
an inch at a time, letting her get used to the feel of it and letting her 
asshole stretch and adapt to the size of it. Going that way, it must have 
taken me two or three minutes to get the head of it inside of her, two or 
three minutes that brought me right to the point of shooting. 

"I stopped moving for several long seconds, holding completely still while I 
got my body under control and drove back the demands of my prick. It wasn't 
easy, but I managed it. That's when I started shoving again, a steady push 
on my prick that sent it all the way into her ass. 

"When I hit bottom I thought Jane was going to explode. Her legs locked 
tight around my neck again, pulling her body, her ass, toward me, pulling 
her ass right up against my crotch. I had a couple of fingers in her twat, 
working both it and her clit over while my prick was busy in her ass, and I 
could feel the muscles in her twat jumping and contracting around my fingers 
just as her clit disappeared into her flesh with the coming of her orgasm. 

"It must have really been good for her, judging by the way her body was 
twisting and roll- ing around on the ground in front of me, and by the 
bruises I had on my neck and shoulders the next day. Somehow I knew, though, 
that she was one of those women with the capacity to come and come, over and 
over again, so I continued to . hold back my own climax, starting a slow 
sliding of my prick in and out of her ass, fucking her back entrance as 
gently and lovingly as any other man would screw her twat. Because I wanted 
more of her asshole in the future, I made sure that she got just what she 
needed that afternoon. A really good screwing. 

"I was thinking hard about intentionally going slow with Jane for two 
reasons. To make it especially good for her, and to hold back my climax for 
as long as possible. I guess, actually, that they were both the same reason. 

"Anyway, in thinking about it, I decided to try something a little 
different. On one upstroke, pulling my prick back out of her ass, I let it 
come back all the way, completely out of her. I saw her eyes fly open in 
surprise when I slipped out of her ass, but they closed again and a big 
smile stretched her facial muscles as I moved it forward just a little and 
rammed it home in her twat, pushing the head of it right up to the end of 
her vagina in one swift lunge. 

"Then, without pausing, I pulled it back out again and sent it sliding back 
into her asshole. I started a back and forth motion like that, one stroke in 
her ass, one in her twat, then back to her ass again, keeping the strokes 
slow enough to allow me to establish a smooth and constant rhythm, a rhythm 
that she was soon matching with her pumping hips. 

"She was still coming every two or three minutes, each climax a little 
stronger than the one before, and after about five minutes I just couldn't 
hold out any longer. My balls felt as if they were about to explode with 
stored up passion. I couldn't hold onto that slow, steady rhythm. The desire 
in my body was too strong. 

"I forgot about the alternating holes, forgot about her jerking cunt, and 
concentrated on slamming my prick in and out of her ass. Her anus was 
relaxed enough now, and her rectum was sufficiently lubricated so there was 
no need for me to take it easy to keep from hurting her. I could drive my 
prick in and out as fast as I wanted to, and that was pretty damn fast and 
hard. 

"The sweat was pouring off my body and dripping down onto Jane's belly, and 
I couldn't seem to get enough air into my lungs. Then the end of my cock 
seemed to explode, pumping out a stream of come that burned all the way down 
my cock. That set off one last, tremendous orgasm in her, an orgasm so 
strong that she lifted her whole body off the ground with her hands and 
slammed it forward against me, driving my cock deep into her asshole and 
preventing me from doing any more pumping. I tried to draw back, to pull my 
prick out a little for one last thrust, but no matter how far back I pulled 
she followed me, keeping my prick deep inside of her. Her anal ring was 
contracted around my prick, and as her orgasm reached its peak it tightened 
so much that I thought I was going to scream from the pain. Even though it 
hurt, it squeezed the last drop of come out of me, finishing off my orgasm 
with a final jerk of my cock that left me completely drained and exhausted." 

"To listen to him talk, you'd think that getting Jane and Carl to join the 
cult was all Steve's idea. Well, let me tell you, I had the same idea, and 
probably long before he did. As a matter of fact, as soon as I saw them pull 
up I began thinking about it, probably because I was thinking that the only 
thing that was going to cool Steve off, after all the trouble we had run 
into with my picnic idea, was a good fucking. That's one of the reasons I 
love Steve. It doesn't matter how mad he may be, all I have to do is wave my 
ass at him and he gets over his mad right away. I guess you might call him 
pussy-whipped, or, in our case, ass-whipped, but whatever you call it, I dig 
it. We don't have many serious arguments, and we both get all the fucking we 
need, and then some. 

"Anyway, all the time we were with Carl and Jane, looking for a phone, I was 
checking Jane out, and by the time we found that farmhouse I was pretty sure 
that she was ready for a little anal activity. She didn't come right out and 
say it, but I got the idea that she was pretty bored with Carl, even though 
she still loved him as much as she ever had, and he was feeling the same 
about her. They needed a little variety, and I figured I had just the answer 
for her. Our anal cult. If that didn't put a little variety in their lives, 
nothing would. 

"So, when we started that little picnic thing, and had all drunk enough beer 
to get sort of giggly. I was looking for an excuse to start something. 
Something that would lead to sex, and an involvement of Carl and Jane in a 
little anal stuffing. Knowing Steve, I figured it wouldn't be long before I 
found my excuse, and I was right. 

"We were sort of joking around, and he said something about me having tits 
like a pair of Buick bumper guards. That was all I needed. I gave him a hard 
poke in the ribs and that started the wrestling match. Before long Carl and 
Jane were at it, too, just as I had planned, and there was the scent of sex 
in the air. I had deliberately let my dress crawl up my legs until Carl 
couldn't help but notice that I didn't have anything on under it, and his 
instant hard on told me that, if only Jane would cooperate, I could get that 
hard on inside my ass. 

"Jane was no problem at all. She had a lip lock on Carl when Steve started 
in on me. He's always horny, so it didn't surprise me when his tongue went 
to work on my pussy. To be honest, I guess I'm just as horny as he is, and 
it sure did feel good, that, slightly rough tongue of his licking at my clit 
and probing around in my pussy. 

"After all the wrestling around, we had ended up with my head right down by 
Carl's crotch, so it was the most natural thing in the world for me to reach 
out and pull his zipper down. The minute I did, his cock pushed his shorts 
out through the opening; a little manipulating with my fingers and it was 
right out there in the open, sticking out of his pants like a flagpole with 
a little circle of hair around the base taking the place of grass. It was a 
pretty good-size tool, too. About seven inches long and a little over an 
inch thick. Not too big to get in my ass, but big enough that I was going to 
feel it going in. 

"I wrapped my fingers around it for a couple of seconds, savoring the heat 
that was radiating from it, then I bent my neck a little to bring my lips 
into position, opened them a bit, and let the head of it slide into my 
mouth. There was already a little drop of seminal fluid on the tip of it, 
tasting hot and salty, and just like an aphrodisiac it began sending 
messages of fire through my system. Messages that flashed down to meet the 
messages that were being sent upward by Steve's tongue in my cunt. Where 
they met, in the center of my body, it felt as if someone had set a fire. 

"I had been lying on my side, with Steve's head between my legs, but I 
couldn't get a good shot at Carl's cock in that position, so I began to 
shift around, and Steve moved right with me, never missing a lick. I ended 
up lying on my stomach, with Steve underneath me at sort of an angle, his 
head raised between my legs so that his tongue could get all the way into my 
pussy. In that position I could do just about anything J wanted with my 
mouth, so I did what was necessary, sliding my lips down over Carl's cock 
until the head of it was tucked away at the back of my mouth. 

"Carl's cock was one of those ridged ones, with lots of veins right up under 
the skin making lots of little bumps on it, and I traced every one of those 
bumps and ridges with my tongue as I slid my mouth up and down over it. I 
didn't realize just how hot Carl was, or I would have taken it a little 
easier and slower. 

"Long before I thought he was ready, just as Steve's tongue was giving me my 
first climax, Carl's cock seemed to grow even larger, then a hot stream of 
come gushed out of it and down my throat. For a second I gagged on it, then 
I got my throat muscles working, swallowing, and I sucked every drop out of 
him. 

"I didn't know it at the time, but quite by coincidence Jane was coming at 
the same time as Carl and I. We all did our thing as the orgasms shuddered 
their way to completion; then all of us sort of relaxed to catch our breath. 
I figured that if Jane was going to stop me, now was the time, when she saw 
what I was doing to her hus- band. She didn't say a word, though, and 
neither did Carl when Steve pulled her off him, leading her a few feet away 
from where we had been lying for a little fucking. Steve's good, and I knew 
that he could make Jane really dig getting it in the ass. That left it up to 
me to make Carl dig it, a task I was looking forward to. 

"Carl was just lying there, looking like the world had come to an end with 
his orgasm, so I took the initiative. I climbed up on him, facing his feet 
so that he would be able to see just what was going on, and eased my body 
downward until I felt the head of his cock slipping between the cheeks of my 
ass. 

"I've been taking it in the ass for quite a few years now, and I learned a 
long time ago how to consciously relax my anus so that a cock will slide in 
without any trouble. It's sort of like the way you unconsciously relax when 
you take a shit, but without the rectal pushing that's necessary to force 
the turd out. That's why, as soon as I had shifted around a little to get 
his cock in just the right position, I was able to just sit down, letting it 
slide right up my ass. 

"Because I was facing away from him I couldn't see the expression on Carl's 
face, but I had a pretty good idea of how he was reacting. When I slipped 
the ring of my anus down along the shaft of his cock, his feet stiffened and 
his toes sort of curled up, and I could feel the muscles in his thighs 
bunching up underneath me. 

"I was just guessing about how my actions were affecting Carl, but there was 
no guessing necessary about how it was getting to me. That big cock of his 
felt so good shoved up my ass that I wanted to cry and scream and yell. 
Instead, I began to lift up and then drop suddenly down, sliding my ass 
along the full length of his cock, and at the same time I used my fingers on 
my clit and in my cunt to bring me to the point of coming even sooner. I was 
in a hurry to climax, hoping that a climax by me would be matched by Carl. 

"It was only a few minutes before Carl got the idea and began to take a 
little direct action of his own. His fingers dug into the flesh at my waist 
and began to help me lift up and down, setting the rhythm of my movements, 
and his hips began to jerk a little under me, slamming that last little bit 
of his cock into my ass with each stroke. 

"I knew it wasn't going to be long before I came, and somehow I knew that 
Carl was holding back, that it was going to be quite a while before he got 
his rocks off, so I just let myself go, and about three strokes later every 
muscle in my body tightened up, and with what felt like skyrockets going off 
in my mind and a hand grenade in my belly I came and came and came. I jammed 
my ass down hard on Carl's crotch, trying to get every fraction of his seven 
inches inside of me, and he cooperated by arching his hips upward and 
pulling me down tight with his hands. 

"After that it was only necessary for me to get him to come, and I knew we 
had him hooked into the cult. He had his own ideas about how he was going to 
come, though, ideas that I was all in favor of. 

"Without taking his cock out of my ass, in a move that I wouldn't have 
thought was possible before that day, he pushed me to one side, then rolled 
me completely over so that he was lying on top of me with my stomach pressed 
into the grass. He pumped away at me a couple of times, driving deep, but I 
guess that wasn't quite what he wanted. 

"After one particularly hard lunge he slid his cock all the way out of my 
ass, and the feeling it gave me when my anus popped closed almost made me 
come again. Then, with hands that were by no means gentle, he grabbed my 
hips and rolled me over underneath him. 

"I guess he had been watching Steve as he was fucking Jane, because he 
matched Steve's favorite position, kneeling between my legs with my calves 
on top of his shoulders and my ass raised to press against his cock. He gave 
me a look that seemed to be asking if I approved, so I gave him a big smile, 
and when I did he stuck his cock back up against my anus and, with one 
steady shove, buried it all the way into my ass again. This time, for some 
reason, I really felt the size of his cock, and I know that I screamed when 
it hit bottom. It just felt too damn good for me to keep taking it quietly. 

"Carl must have been watching Steve pretty closely while Steve was 
ass-fucking his wife, because he screwed me just the way Steve always had, 
but better. His cock was driving in and out of my ass, and he had both hands 
down at my pussy, the fingers of one hand sliding in and out of my cunt, the 
fingers of the other playing with my clit. Then he added a little extra 
touch of his own. With each downward stroke he would rise up a little off 
his knees, and when he did that, his cock, refusing to bend inside of me, 
would put hard pressure on the walls of my rectum, pressure that was matched 
by his fingers inside my cunt. It was wonderful, and I knew that it must 
have been getting to him as well. 

"His chest was heaving and pumping, almost as strongly as his cock was 
pumping in my ass, and his face was gleaming with sweat. With every lunge, a 
little grunt would escape from his lips, and I could feel both the heat and 
size of his cock growing in my ass with each passing second. 

"Then his mouth was open and gasping, groans and moans mixing with the 
whistling of air through his throat, and I felt his boiling hot come 
splashing around inside my ass, wetting down the walls and making it even 
more slippery inside, making his sliding cock move quicker and quicker. 

"When I felt that, I let myself go and had an orgasm that was the best of 
the day by far. The fever that had been filling my body had gath- ered in a 
tight, burning little knot in my belly, and all of a sudden that knot 
exploded and I saw nothing but red stars and yellow sheets of flame for long 
seconds as my body pumped itself dry. 

"When it was all over and we were all lying there, completely exhausted, 
before anyone noticed the farm owners watching us, I remember thinking that 
Carl and Jane were going to make a fine addition to the cult, and that I was 
going to have to arrange a regular schedule, just so I could get more of 
that wonderful cock of his in my ass. It hasn't been easy, since a lot of 
other members seem to feel the same way now, but I still manage to get my 
share, and, believe me, I love every minute of it." 

Out of all the people I interviewed at the cult, Steve, Irene, Carl, and 
Jane seem to be the ones who have made the best adaptation, who have 
established the best mode of life to control their various problems. The 
boredom that was troubling Carl and Jane has been alleviated by their 
entrance into the cult, and the highly developed hypersexuality of Steve and 
Irene has found an outlet both in their anal cult activities and in their 
recruiting of new members. Both couples seem to have come to grips with the 
guilt reactions that normally follow activities such as this, and, in coming 
to grips with their guilt, they have formed a much more stable relationship. 

In the final study we will examine the entrance of a young man into the anal 
cult who had no apparently serious psychosexual problems. Instead, his 
attraction to anal activities stemmed from a growing problem in our society: 
cultural and social alienation. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

Take Me for a Ride, Baby! 

"Riding a bike can really be a gas, especially if it's a chopper. The 
complete freedom and sense of power a chopper rider feels every time he 
kicks his machine to life is like nothing else in the world. Of course there 
are other side benefits to riding that make it even more enjoyable. "Like 
the undisguised envy that every young girl who sees you feels, or the fear 
that most older people show when you're around. Best of all though, is the 
way the sight and sound of that big bike, and the to-hell-with-it attitude 
of the chopper rider turns chicks on. Not just young chicks, either. Women 
in their forties, teeny-boppers, housewives and hippie chicks, they're all 
turned on by guys who ride choppers. When you get them on the bike with you 
they blend that six-hundred pounds of steel between your legs with what 
nature hung there. Ninety-nine times out of a hundred you'll end up in bed 
with any chick you manage to get on the back of your bike. Half the time 
with her raping you before you have a chance to put the make on her. That's 
just the way bikes seem to affect most chicks. 

"That's how I got into the Cult. Through one of those chicks who wanted to 
take a ride. 

"I went out just to do a little cruising ... not going anywhere in 
particular ... just heading out to get some fresh air in my armpits. After 
riding aimlessly for an hour or so, I pointed the bike towards the park 
where a couple of local rock bands were giving a free concert. When I got 
there, I chained the bike to a light pole. I tried to walk over to where the 
concert was going on but the crowd was so damn thick that I couldn't get 
closer than a hundred feet from the music. After pushing and shoving for a 
while, I decided to give up and headed back for the bike. I get awfully 
nervous when my bike's out of sight. Chains can be cut, three husky guys can 
throw a bike in the back of a pickup in a minute, and be gone before anyone 
realizes what's happening. 

"When I got back to the parking lot I climbed on the bike, leaving it down 
on the side stand. I put my feet up on the bars and leaned back against the 
sissy bar, completely relaxed. With two fingers I worked a butt out of the 
pocket of my cut-off, lit it, and then looked around the area to see what 
might be happening in the parking lot. I had had a lot of luck in picking up 
chicks here before. They knew that this was where we parked our bikes. If 
they wanted a ride, this was the place to be when we got ready to go. 

"There were quite a few kids just sitting and standing around the lot, 
long-haired guys and surfer-looking chicks. All the chicks had long blonde 
hair and great big eyes, just the kind of dolls that turn me on. At least, 
that's the way they all looked to me. There must have been some chicks there 
with short hair, brown hair, or small eyes, but I didn't see any of them. 

"Two of the chicks were looking my way. I looked back at them and gave them 
a big smile. The next thing I knew they were standing right next to the 
bike, looking both it and me over quite frankly. 

" 'Man,' one of them said, 'you sure have an out-of-sight chopper. What kind 
is it?' 

" 'The only kind, doll,' I answered. 'A Har-ley Seventy-Four.' 

" 'Oh, wow! That's the same kind Peter Fonda had in Easy Rider, isn't it?' 

" 'Yeah.' 

"Her eyes seemed to be getting bigger and bigger. For some reason it looked 
as though she couldn't stand still. 

" 'Did you build it yourself?' 

"I nodded my answer, playing a tough and cool role like something out of a 
third-rate biker movie. 

" 'Would you take me for a ride? Please?' 

"I almost had to laugh at the pleading tone in her voice. 

" 'What about your girl friend?' I asked, nodding towards the other girl, 
who had moved off a few feet and was looking at my front end. The front end 
on the bike, that is. My front end was still hidden in my pants. 

" 'She can have her ride second, after we get back.' She had obviously 
misunderstood my question, figuring that if I took her for a ride, I'd 
follow up by taking her girl friend for a ride when we got back. Only I 
hadn't figured on coming back from our ride real soon. I had a short stop 
planned ... at my apartment. She looked sharp. The longer I looked at her, 
the hornier I got for that sweet-looking young body. 

"I had been through a pretty heavy scene of screwing the night before, 
though, and I figured I could hold out for a while before I became a 
screaming sex-maniac. I decided to go along with the program. 

"I unchained the bike, fired it up with two kicks and put the passenger pegs 
down. She climbed on, getting her leg bruised against the sissy bar before 
she managed to swing it across the fender. Then she singed her leg on the 
hot exhaust pipes running up the right side of the bike. I took off easy. I 
wanted to see how she was going to react when I leaned the bike over in a 
turn before I really turned it on. 

"Some chicks panic when they feel the bike leaning towards the pavement and 
try to lean the other way. That's a good way to get yourself smeared all 
over the pavement. Pve seen a cou- pie of guys that they had to pick up with 
a blotter because the chick blew it, making 'em lose the bike in a hot turn. 
Because of that I like to take it easy until I find out if the chick knows 
anything about riding on the back of a bike. 

"She stayed right behind me, though, keeping the sissy bar in the center of 
her back, leaning back away from me instead of hanging on to my waist the 
way most inexperienced chicks do. I really took her for a ride, scraping the 
pegs in the corners and pulling the front wheel a couple feet off the ground 
on acceleration. I guess she really dug it, because when we got back, about 
fifteen minutes later, she did a good job of swabbing out the inside of my 
ear with her tongue before she got off the bike. 

"Wondering if maybe I could score with both chicks, I repeated the whole 
thing with her girl friend. She didn't seem to be as relaxed on the back of 
the bike, but still didn't do anything stupid. Again I headed back to the 
parking lot after about fifteen minutes, and the first chick was sitting 
right there waiting for us. 

" 'Hey, man,' she yelled, 'that was really groovy. I really dug it.' She was 
all smiles and shivers. 'You hungry?' 

'"Huh???? Oh, yeah. A little bit.' It had been a long time since breakfast, 
and I had been thinking of stopping for a hamburger on the way home. 

" 'Some friends of ours have a place not far from here,' she said. 'If you 
want to go up there, I'll fix us something. Mary can drive the car, you can 
ride me up on the bike. Okay?' 

" 'Sure. Why not?' Maybe I'd get some action out of this chick, and maybe 
not. Even if I didn't, at least I'd get a free feed. 

"I fired the bike up again and Lois, that was the chick's name, climbed back 
on, pointing to where a beat-up Volkswagen was pulling out of the lot with 
the other chick, Mary, at the wheel. Over the sound of the engine, Lois 
yelled at me to follow the VW. I did. It wasn't easy. Either that VW was 
superslow or Mary was a super-cautious driver. For the roughly three miles 
from the park to the pad I never got out of second gear. At that, I almost 
ran over the VW a couple of times. 

"Mary parked the car in the driveway and went on into the house while I 
chained the bike up on the lawn, where I would be able to see it from one of 
the windows. Then Lois and I followed her. 

"We went through the front door and right away I got a funny feeling that 
someone was standing behind me. Before I had a chance to turn around and 
check out the feeling, a pair of arms went around my waist, a hand was 
rubbing at my crotch. I twisted around to look behind me. It was Mary ... 
bare-ass naked! I turned back to Lois and saw that she was taking off her 
clothes, too. What a grabber this turned out to be! 

"Whatever it was they were planning, I cer- tainly wasn't about to fight it. 
I cooperated by starting to take off my clothes, too. Lois was down to bare 
skin before I even had my shirt off, showing off a beautiful total tan. She 
and Mary decided to help me, pulling buttons loose, opening my belt buckle, 
unbuttoning my Levi's-the last being accompanied by assorted rubs against 
the bulge that had grown in the front of my shorts. 

"Lois took me by one hand, Mary by the other, and they led me through a big 
living room that must have had ten couches in it, along a hallway, and into 
a bedroom. Nobody had said a word since we had come into the house, and, to 
be honest, there wasn't much that needed to be said. They were saying it all 
with their hands. 

"They led me over to a king-size bed and, being as cooperative as possible, 
I climbed into the middle of it and lay down on my back. The girls got in on 
opposite sides and Lois just sat there while Mary gave me a long, deep 
tongue kiss. When we finally broke for air Mary sat up straight and it was 
Lois's turn to swap a little spit with me. 

"When we finally broke for air again I decided it was time for me to take a 
little action of my own. I reached up with one hand and began to caress one 
of Lois's tits, tweaking the nipple with my fingers, and began to rub my 
other hand gently back and forth on Mary's thigh. I was almost getting 
cross-eyed, trying to look at both of them at once. 

"When I touched her tit Lois arched her back, almost like a cat being 
petted, and I expected her to start purring at any minute. She didn't, 
though. Instead she looked down at me, gave me a big smile, then lifted her 
leg up and over me, straddling my chest with her wet cunt only inches from 
my eyes. The invitation was too much to resist. I bent my head forward and 
kissed those juicy lips, sliding my tongue in just a little ways, curving 
the tip of it for a minute, then sliding it out again slowly. As I did this 
I felt Mary shifting her position on the bed, pulling my hand away from her 
thigh, and the furry damp patch I was just beginning to explore with my 
fingers. Then her lips, hot and cold at the same time, were wrapped around 
the head of my cock. 

"I spread her cunt-lips wide with my fingers, searching deeper and deeper 
into Lois's cunt with my tongue, while Mary stroked away on my cock with her 
mouth and tongue. I was really getting hot and horny. 

"My tongue action was really getting to Lois, and after a few minutes of my 
tongue-probing she grabbed my hair with both hands and pulled my face tight 
up against her cunt. I shot my tongue into her as deep as it would go, 
wiggling it around inside her before pulling it out, then sliding it in 
again. 

"Mary stopped her mouth action on my cock and I felt the bed move again as 
she shifted around on it. I felt the soft scratchiness of hair rubbing 
against the head of my cock then the hot wetness of the tightest cunt I had 
ever felt as she lowered herself over my cock, sliding it in straight and 
smooth. I couldn't believe that any cunt, even a virgin's, could be that 
tight, and for a second I wished that Lois's cunt wasn't pressed against my 
face, so I could see that tight little hole that was wrapped around my cock. 

"Mary began to pump up and down, bouncing away, hard and fast, her hands 
squeezing the flesh at my waist, nails biting at the skin. As the passion 
built up inside of me I shot my tongue faster and faster in and out of 
Lois's cunt until, with perfect timing, we all came at the same time. Lois's 
love juice flooded into my waiting mouth, Mary came down so hard with that 
tight cunt around my cock that I knew I'd have bruises the next day, and my 
cock exploded in a white blaze that seemed as though it would never stop. 

"When we finally stopped bouncing around on the bed Lois moved her body off 
mine, taking that sweet-tasting cunt from my lips, and I saw why Mary's cunt 
had felt so tight. It wasn't her cunt that my cock had been buried in. It 
was her asshole! What a trip! 

"We lay there and rested for a while after all that good fucking. Lois was 
licking the salty sweat off my chest and Mary used her talented tongue to 
clean off my cock and balls. Then, when we had caught our breath, the girls 
switched position and we went through the whole thing again. This time 
Mary's pink-lipped cunt" pressed against my face and Lois had her hot little 
asshole wrapped tightly around my cock. 

"They found ever more variations and different positions, just to keep 
things from getting boring. With each variation, with every different 
position, the end result was that my cock got buried in an asshole. During 
the course of that evening I discovered that there wasn't a cunt in the 
world that could do the job as well as a good, hot asshole. 

"By the time they led me out through the living room it had gotten 
completely dark. There were several couples sitting around on the many 
couches. I figured that we must have spent at least six hours in that bed, 
never stopping for more than ten minutes at a time. They had given me a ride 
that was as good as the ride I had given them on my bike. When they told me 
that the house was really a club, an asshole club, I knew where I was going 
to do my riding to from then on." 

Dan's emotional and psychosexual problems, which led to his involvement in 
the activities of the anal cult, were not caused by any psycho-pathological 
factors, as far as could be determined from the interviews with him. The 
determining psychological reasons for his involvement in anal activities 
seem to be rooted in his sociocultural disorientation and alienation, his 
inability to find a functioning niche for himself in our modern society. It 
is this failure which has led to his involvement in deviant sexual 
activities, such as those of the anal cult into which he has been initiated. 

Social anthropologists and ethnologists have often called attention to the 
fact that different societies demonstrate marked differences in sexual 
orientation and practices. These researchers have also described the 
psychosexual implications of these various social and ethical attitudes 
regarding adult sexual behavior, often with particular emphasis on the many 
sexual variations which are considered to be deviant in our society. 

Nevertheless, no matter how sexually permissive a given society may be with 
regard to particular forms of sexual behavior, certain universal attitudes 
toward sexuality seem to remain essentially unchanged. Dr. B. Mali-nowski, 
in his study of Melanesian tribes and their differences from our western 
society, commented, .. the sexual impulse is never en-tirely free, neither 
can it ever be completely enslaved by social imperatives." 

However, disregard for the social imperatives, such as the disregard shown 
by Dan, first as an "outlaw" motorcyclist, and then by his sexual 
involvement in the anal cult, may eventually lead him into trouble. Even 
within the broad scope of one's own permissible sexual behavior patterns, 
there is a strong likelihood of emotional and psychopathological disturbance 
caused by the violation of the existing taboos, due to guilt and fear, 
generated in the individual by his own violations. 

However, the disregard for social imperatives, as shown by Dan, and the 
significance of environmental factors in the causes of a deviation such as 
analism, should not be minimized. On the basis of detailed ethnological 
observations, Drs. Ford and Beach, in Patterns of Sexual Behavior, suggested 
that ... human sexual patterns are not completely organized on a strictly 
inherited level. Instead, it is highly possible that practice is essential 
to complete arousal and particularly to satisfactory expression of sexual 
excitement. 

In other words, there is a very strong possibility that an environmental 
situation which is too interfering or restrictive with regard to sexual 
"practice" may be conducive to the eventual development of various sexual 
deviations, such as those now being practiced by Dan in his affairs with 
Lois and Mary. 

But, contrary to popular belief, the extent to which abnormal sexual 
behavioral patterns are tolerated is not the measure of a healthy, sexually 
well-adjusted environment. Rather, it is the extent to which the young 
people of a partic- ular society are given the opportunity to develop 
sexually and emotionally in all areas, to mature for satisfactory 
engagements in sexual intercourse with members of the opposite sex, which 
determines the health of a society. In this sense, it can be stated that, 
while our Western society is definitely not "sick," it is nevertheless not 
operating at an optimum level for personality and psychosexual growth in the 
young. 

For example, among the Keraki in New Guinea the young people, in their 
initiation to adulthood, must submit to anal intercourse with the elder 
males of the tribe. It is believed that hereby they acquire the older men's 
strength and status in the tribe. But these sexual rituals are charged with 
strong emotional aggression. In this case the genitals are not used to 
express harmonious sexual love. In other words, just as culturally 
determined high esteem for epilepsy, which existed in several societies in 
the past and in some primitive societies today, did nothing to cure the 
underlying brain damage of that illness, the fact that certain sexual 
practices, which are considered to be deviant by our cultural standards and 
are acceptable in other cultures, are psychopatho-logical cannot be ignored. 

The fact remains that-whatever the cultural or social attitude towards such 
sexual practices-sexuality which does not find expression in mature genital 
union between a man and a woman is considered deviant. This includes both 
Dan's desire for young, essentially immature, sexual partners as well as his 
involvement in the anal cult. 

To the sexually sophisticated, or to a person who believes that any form of 
sexual activity between consenting adults is acceptable, Dan's behavior is 
psychologically and psychosex-ually correct. However, since his behavior is 
actually a continuation of a search for some stability in a world in which 
he does not seem to fit-a search in an area which is taking him farther and 
farther from his goal-we must conclude that his involvement in the anal cult 
will ultimately do him more harm than good. 

"When Mary and I had left to go up to the park that day we didn't have 
anything particular planned. We certainly weren't planning on recruiting any 
new members for the anal cult, anyway. We had only been in the cult a couple 
of weeks ourselves, having been brought in by Mary's parents one weekend. My 
parents were so square that I didn't even dare bring up the subject of sex, 
let alone anal sex. They probably would have me thrown in Juvenile Hall had 
they found out about my membership in the anal cult, even though I'm almost 
eighteen years old. Well, actually only seventeen and two months, but I'm 
still old enough to make up my own mind about sex. 

"Anyway, we just decided that morning to spend the day up in the park, 
listening to the free concert and digging on whatever might happen. We got 
to the park early, about noon. After a couple of hours it looked like the 
whole thing was going to turn out to be a total bummer. 

"There were a lot of guys our age there and a couple of months before, when 
I still didn't really know what was happening, I probably would have ended 
up balling one of them before the day was over, and thinking that I had 
really dug it. 

"Since getting into the anal cult, though, my entire sexual bag has 
completely changed, and now all those long hairs seem like just a bunch of 
kids, not worth spending any time even talking to, much less going to bed 
with them. I mean, what can a kid only eighteen years old know about sex and 
balling, unless he's in something like the cult, too? All they know about is 
straight balling, with the dude on top, with maybe a little pussy eating and 
cocksuck-ing on the side if they're really daring and adult. Their idea of 
really big kicks is to smoke up a little grass and get stoned before 
balling. Don't get me wrong, as far as I'm concerned the bit with the grass 
is a real groovy trip, but when you do get stoned, taking the chance of 
getting busted and all that, it seems like you should take advantage of the 
way your body's reacting to the grass and do something extra special. 
Something like a little ass-fucking, which is about as special as fucking 
can get without get- ting far-out perverted. Know what I mean? 

"We were just getting ready to split from the park in sheer boredom when I 
saw this heavy looking cat, Dan, sitting on his motorcycle in the parking 
lot, just digging the action around him, looking like he was plain bored out 
of his mind, but couldn't get up energy enough to go anywhere else. He was a 
pretty groovy looking dude, about six feet, blue eyes and long blonde hair, 
and at least a couple years older than most of the other cats there in the 
park. His bike was out of sight too, and that's what first attracted me to 
him. 

"I had done a little riding before on bikes, mostly with kids I went to 
school with who had Hondas and Yamahas and things like that, and I knew what 
a gas riding a bike could be, especially on a warm, sunny day like that one 
was. If those little toy bikes could be that much fun, something like that 
big chopper that Dan was sitting on would have to be a totally out-of-sight 
gas, and I just had to get a ride on it. 

"Mary saw that I was digging strongly on the dude, and she checked him out 
too, giving out a little whistle when she spotted him. I guess because we 
must have been staring at him pretty hard, the next time he looked our way 
he gave us a great big smile that had invitation written all over it. That 
was all either of us needed in the way of encouragement. He looked like 
someone I wanted to know better, and there was no way to get to know him 
better other than just by walking over and starting up a conversation. 

"We walked over to where he had his bike parked, and came on with the sweet 
little teeny-bopper bit, figuring that if he had come to the park looking 
for a chick to take home and ball that was the kind he would be looking for, 
and that was the kind I was going to be. I wanted a ride on his bike. I 
still wasn't thinking of him as a recruit for the cult. All I was thinking 
about was talking him into taking me for a ride on that beautiful bike of 
his, a long ride. 

"It really didn't take much talking to convince him. I saw him flash a 
little when I deliberately misunderstood his question about Mary, making 
like I thought he wanted to take her for a ride too, and right away I knew 
that he had mentally been making plans about taking a ride on me after he 
had given me a ride on his bike. Normally that would have been fine with me, 
but because of the cult I was really hung up on the asshole bit, and that 
was all I wanted or needed right then. So, all I wanted out of Dan was a 
ride. 

"He got the bike running with just a couple of kicks, and I've got to admit 
that it scared me just a little. After all, it was a lot bigger, and a hell 
of a lot louder, than any of those little bikes I had ridden on before. He 
wasn't exactly a clean-cut high school kid either, trying to impress some 
chick with how much of a man he was. Dan was a biker, looking for a chick to 
take somewhere and ball. Neither of us had any doubt about how much of a man 
he really was. 

"Once he got the bike running and ready to go he signaled me with a nod of 
his head to get on, so I swung my leg across the back fender. At least, I 
tried to swing it across. Dan's Harley had a sissy bar at the back of the 
seat, sort of a backrest for the passenger, and I hit my leg on it pretty 
hard when I tried to swing across the fender. It hurt like hell, but I 
wanted the ride in the worst way, so I didn't let him see how much it had 
hurt me. I finally got my leg across somehow, and then I made mistake number 
two, and that one really hurt. 

"The twin exhaust pipes swept up the right side of the bike, just at the 
right height for me to get a nasty burn on the inside of my calf when I 
pressed against it, looking for the foot peg. It hurt even worse than the 
bruise I had gotten from the sissy bar, but I was bound and determined that 
Dan was going to take me for a ride, so I just blinked away my tears, found 
the foot peg at last, and settled down on the thin, hard seat. I thought 
back about other girls I had seen riding on the back of choppers and I tried 
to match their position by leaning back against the sissy bar, my arms 
folded and my hands in my lap, only my knees and part of the inside of my 
thighs touching Dan's waist. My riding position must have been correct, 
because Dan didn't say anything. He just smiled, and then took off out of 
the parking lot. 

"I was sort of disappointed as Dan pulled the bike out of the parking lot 
and onto the road. I had expected his bike to be really fast, but he pulled 
it out even slower than the Yamahas and Hondas I had ridden on before. It 
wasn't until several minutes later, after we had gone through a couple of 
curves, that I realized he was deliberately taking it easy at first, waiting 
to make sure that I wouldn't panic when he turned it on. 

"Dan took me for a ride that I won't forget for a long, long time. He made 
that bike of his do things that I didn't even think were possible for a bike 
to do. I never would have believed that a motorcycle could go as fast as 
when we went on that ride. There was one time-we were leaning over into a 
turn at what must have been at least eighty miles an hour-when the ground 
looked like it was only inches away from my shoulder. That scared me for a 
minute, and I had to fight back the impulse to grab Dan around the waist. 
Then, when he came out of the turn and straightened the bike up he really 
turned the throttle on, and I know that we got well up over a hundred miles 
an hour before he had to ease off for the next turn. After that, nothing 
scared me. 

"The ride was sending strange feelings and sensations all through my body, 
hot flashes that at first I couldn't understand at all. Then, all of a 
sudden, I understood those strange feelings completely. I had an orgasm 
right there on the bike, roaring down a park road at something over seventy 
miles an hour! I couldn't believe it! I couldn't believe that a motorcycle 
could be such a turn-on that it could make me come without having a man 
touch me at all. It was sure happening, though, whether I believed it or 
not, and it was an out-of-sight sensation. I wanted more and more of it. 

"When we pulled back into the parking lot, much too soon, my cunt was 
throbbing where it had rubbed against the seat, and I regretted having set 
it up so he would have to take Mary for a ride. The only person I wanted on 
the back of that bike was me. At that time I was ready and willing to go 
home with him for some strong fucking, even in the cunt. I needed it, I 
needed it bad, and I needed it right then. 

"He had promised Mary a ride, though, so he had to go through with it, and I 
knew it would do me no good to try to talk either of them out of it. Before 
I got off the bike, though, I did my best to let him know just how I felt. I 
leaned forward and ran my tongue as deeply as I could into his ear, at the 
same time blowing into it gently, and I felt his muscles tighten up where I 
was holding him around his waist. I was tempted to reach down and give his 
cock a little rub before getting off the bike, but there were a lot of 
people watching, and I was afraid I'd have another orgasm right there in the 
parking lot. Besides, I didn't want to scare him off by coming on too 
strong. I wanted to make sure he came back to find out just what I had to 
offer. 

"It seemed to me like he and Mary were gone for hours. Actually, I guess it 
was only ten minutes or so, about the same amount of time that he and I had 
been gone on our ride. However, it seemed like they were gone forever, and I 
was just about to blow my top and break down crying when I heard the sound 
of his engine coming up the road, and then saw the bike turning into the 
parking lot. 

"It was while they were gone on their ride that I got the idea of trying to 
recruit him into the anal cult, if he was willing, and I thought he might 
be. After all, bikers are a pretty wild bunch, and I doubted if he would 
have anything against ass-fucking. 

"Ever since I got off the bike I had been thinking about taking him 
somewhere and giving him the fucking of his life. It was because there was 
nowhere I could take him, that I decided on trying to get him into the cult. 
The house wasn't very far away from the park, and guests were always 
welcome, at least once. If they cooperated with our rules and customs, they 
were welcome as often as a member wanted to bring them. 

"There were always plenty of bedrooms free in the afternoon, and, if things 
went the way I was hoping that they would, we could spend the rest of the 
day, and most of the night, in bed. I could probably get Mary's folks to 
call and tell my folks I was spending the night. I was sure that Mary would 
be all for it. All I had to do now was convince Dan, and I really didn't 
think that would be a very big problem. 

"When they finally got back from their ride I played it sort of slow and 
cautious, asking him if he wanted to come over to 'our' place for something 
to eat. I think he might have gotten the idea that what I intended for him 
to eat was my wet and willing snatch, because he seemed to be all for it, 
agreeing as soon as I asked. Then again, maybe he was just hungry. Whichever 
it was, he had agreed to come over to the house, and I knew that once we had 
him there we could get him into bed without any trouble. 

"Anyway, before we left the park I managed to get Mary alone for a couple of 
minutes for a briefing on what I intended. I told her to take it easy and 
slow on the way over to the house, something that would be pretty hard for 
her to do. Normally she drives a car like there are no speed limits, or like 
they don't apply to her. I wanted Dan to have plenty of time to think about 
fucking me and get good and horny before we got to the cult house. Then, 
maybe, by the time we arrived there he'd be ready to get it on right away, 
saving a lot of time and explanations about what kind of house it was we had 
taken him to. 

"The way it turned out it didn't really matter, I guess, whether he had been 
thinking about balling me on the long, slow ride over to the house or not. 
Mary decided to take things into her own hands. Luckily, she didn't scare 
him away. If she had, I think I would have killed her right then and there. 
At least I would've messed her up pretty bad. It did work, though, so I 
guess what I would or wouldn't have done isn't really very important. What 
was important was that her plan worked. 

"Dan did a careful job of locking his chain around the bike after he got it 
up onto the lawn. He parked it in a place where he would be able to see it 
by looking out one of the front windows of the house. He seemed to have a 
phobia about someone stealing his bike. I sincerely hoped that nobody would 
try it, because I didn't intend to give Dan any time to be looking out 
windows. If I had my way, he was going to be too busy fucking my ass to 
worry about whether his bike was safe or not. 

"I stayed out there with him while he got the bike locked up, then I led him 
up the walkway and through the front door which Mary had left open when she 
went in. I saw right away that we had hit it lucky. The house was completely 
deserted. Not even Ruth, our housekeeper, was in sight. I was trying to 
figure out just how to get things started with Dan when I heard a soft sound 
behind me. It was sort of a gasp of surprise. For a second I was afraid that 
maybe the cops were waiting for us. That would have been a real bummer. 

"I spun around to see what was going on, and there was Mary, with all her 
clothes off, holding on to Dan from behind, both hands giving his crotch a 
good rubbing. I could tell from the sudden large bulge in the front of his 
Levi's that her massage was doing its job, so, taking Mary's lead, I 
stripped off my clothes. 

"It didn't take me very long to get them all off. I wasn't wearing very 
much, either on top or underneath. Dan was still fumbling with the buttons 
on his shirt, with Mary's hands getting in the way every so often as she 
tried to help him, playing with his crotch at the same time. I stepped 
forward and began to open the buttons on his shirt. Mary tried to work from 
behind on his belt buckle and pants buttons. It took us a little longer to 
get him naked than it should have, since Mary couldn't keep her hands away 
from the bulge of his cock, and I had to give it a little rub every now and 
then too. 

"When we finally got off all his clothes-after having a hell of a fight 
getting his boots off-Mary took one hand and I took the other and we led him 
through the living room and back into the first bedroom. We left our clothes 
just lying there on the floor in the hallway. It wasn't so much that we were 
being messy ... we were simply in a hurry to get him into bed. Besides, .it 
made a good warning to anyone who came in that there was something going on 
in one of the bedrooms. 

"Dan didn't ask us a single question. He just walked right into the bedroom, 
spread his beautiful naked body out on the bed, and waited for us to take 
the lead. He wanted us to show him just what we wanted, as if he didn't 
already know. 

"Mary sat down on one side of the bed, and I on the other. Since she had 
started things off as soon as we had come in the door-shortcutting my plan 
for a slow approach-I let her take the lead again, just to find out how she 
was going to go about it. 

"I just sat back and watched her as she slowly bent over and gave Dan a 
deep, hard kiss that seemed to go on for at least ten minutes. By the time 
they finally broke the kiss I was fidgeting around on the bed, too nervous 
and too hot to sit still and just watch. I had one hell of a time trying to 
keep my fingers out of my cunt. If I couldn't do anything else while they 
were locked together in that kiss, the least my body felt I should be doing 
was a little masturbating. That's what my body was saying. My mind was 
saying something entirely different, though. It said that I should wait and 
save it all for Dan and his cock. My mind finally won out. I was glad that 
it did. I needed every bit of strength I had to keep up with him. If I had 
wasted any of it masturbating, it would have been a real shame. Finally Mary 
and Dan broke for air and I figured that, at long last, it was my turn. I 
gently pushed Mary out of the way and bent my head, bringing my face down to 
Dan's. His lips met mine, and it was like there was a spark of electricity 
jumping between his lips and mine. Maybe I was just imagining things because 
I was superhot and horny, but it was like I hadn't been kissed for years, 
and was trying to make up for all that lost time with just one kiss. 

"Both of us had our mouths wide open and right away his tongue was deep 
inside my mouth, playing with my tongue, my gums, my teeth, the inside of my 
lips. When he paused for a split second, I shot my hungry tongue deep into 
his mouth, repeating his actions. At the same time I began to breathe very 
gently in and out through my mouth, transferring all the sex heated air from 
my lungs to his. My head began to swim and my vision was blurring, and 
finally I just had to pull my lips away from his, even though my emotions 
were demanding that I continue the kiss for at least the next couple of 
hours. 

"Dan had a great big smile on his face when I sat up on the bed again. I 
could see that he was simply waiting impatiently to see just what was going 
to happen to him next, and that he was slowly going nuts from trying to 
watch both Mary and me at the same time, to see who was going to do what to 
him first, and how it was going to be done. 

"Now that I have gotten to know Dan a little better than I did that first 
day-I have seen him many times the past couple of months at anal cult 
meetings-I found out that he's basically a very active type of person. Now 
that I think back about what happened that afternoon, I'm surprised that he 
managed to just lay there on the bed for as long as he did, letting us take 
the lead in everything. He did not lift a hand to hurry things along or show 
us what it was he wanted us to do for him. It really must have taken some 
willpower on his part. Finally, though, he just couldn't stand it any 
longer. He' couldn't take just laying there doing nothing, and he reached 
over and began to slowly rub his hand up and down Mary's thigh. At the same 
time he reached up to gently caress one of my tits. His head moved back and 
forth as he looked first at Mary, then at me, waiting for one of us to make 
the next move. 

"His fingers began a gentle yet pretty hard squeezing at my nipple, and it 
got even hotter and harder than it already was in seconds. A warm flush 
started to spread through my body, adding to the heat that I already had 
stored up. I gave him a smile that was full of promise of things to come and 
moved over on the bed. Lifting one leg to pass it over his chest, I put my 
sopping wet cunt right in front of his face just to see what he would do 
with it. As if I didn't know what his answer to my invitation would be, and 
as if I wasn't waiting impatiently for it. 

"I wrapped my hands around the back of his head, my fingers entwining in his 
long hair, but before I had a chance to finish my move and pull him forward 
into my waiting pussy, he lifted his head of his own accord and kissed me 
right on my throbbing clit. Then he slid his tongue between the lips of my 
cunt, just far enough to tease me with it. He sort of wiggled the tip of it 
around just inside my cunt lips, then slid it out again, leaving me up on a 
peak of feeling that someone was going to have to do something about, and 
pretty quickly. 

"I felt the bed shifting, and I looked over my shoulder to see Mary straddle 
his legs, her mouth busy on his cock, lips wrapped tightly around his 
swollen shaft halfway down its length. That seemed to be just the sort of 
action he had been waiting for, because as soon as she started her busy 
mouth action on his cock he used his fingers to spread the lips of my cunt 
wide open and again he slid his loving tongue into me. 

"This time there was none of that funny business about just putting it in a 
little bit and teasing me. He slid his tongue in all the way, tickling the 
inside of my pussy, at the same time sucking on it with his mouth, drawing 
my juice out so he could drink it. I could feel the bed bouncing around as 
Mary put everything she had into her blow job, and his tongue was matching 
her bouncing in my cunt. Then the motion stopped, and I knew what Mary was 
getting ready to do. 

"I grabbed Dan's head hard, pulling it tight between my legs, partially to 
keep him from seeing what Mary was doing, and partially to get even more of 
his tongue inside of me. Then the bed started moving again, and I knew, 
without bothering to look back over my shoulder, that Mary had her ass 
wrapped around Dan's cock. The way he was moaning and groaning into my cunt 
told me that something special was happening to his cock, and since I happen 
to know that Mary has a very loose cunt, it wasn't hard to figure out that 
that he was busy fucking her tight asshole. Her cunt certainly couldn't have 
turned him on that much. 

"Dan's a good lover, and even with what Mary was doing to his cock he never 
missed a lick on my cunt. His chest was heaving up and down under me, his 
hot breath shooting into my cunt, and it didn't take much to figure out that 
he was pretty close to getting his rocks off. He was as close to coming as I 
was. I knew that neither of us could wait much longer. 

"Then, by one of those rare lucky incidents, we all came together at the 
same time. Dan's hips were driving upwards as he tried to get his cock all 
the way into Mary's ass, Mary was slamming down on the bed, hard onto Dan's 
cock, and I was cramming my crotch forward and pulling back on his head at 
the same time to get his tongue as deep inside my straining pussy as it 
would go. We drained the last drop of feeling out of that mutual orgasm. 

"It was a fantastic come for all of us, especially for Dan, who had never 
fucked a woman in the ass before. I saw the expression on his face when I 
moved to one side so he could see which hole he had his cock buried in. I 
wish I had had a camera to record it. 

"After all the shaking and moaning had stopped both Mary and I rolled off of 
him, one to each side, and we just laid there for several long minutes, 
fighting to catch our breath. It had been that good. I don't think any of us 
could have moved, even if the house had been on fire. We were just too damn 
exhausted and out of breath. Of course, we snapped back out of that 
exhaustion pretty quickly, ready to go again. 

"Within a few minutes, Mary got her strength back and began to lick Dan's 
cock and balls clean. I followed her lead, licking up the salty sweat that 
had trickled on Dan's hairy chest. Then, once we had him clean and he was 
breathing a little more regularly, we started all over again on him. This 
time with Mary up on his face and me working on his cock. 

"The head of Dan's cock smelled and tasted all hot and musky and salty. 
There were still little drops of come oozing out and I caught every one of 
them with the tip of my tongue, savoring their taste. His cock had started 
to shrink, but when I ran the tip of my tongue around the ruby red ridge 
just behind the head, then gave it a strong suck with my lips sealed tight 
around the shaft, it started getting hard again in a hurry. I wasn't too 
worried. I knew that Dan had lots of come still stored up inside of him, 
waiting for me. And I knew every trick in the book, and some that weren't in 
the book for getting it out of him. Before that afternoon was over I was 
going to use every one of those tricks on him, and, between Mary and me, we 
even made up a few new ones, on the spur of the moment, that were as wild as 
you can imagine." 

None of the three people in these two case histories, Dan, nor Lois and 
Mary, have been able to make a satisfactory adjustment to our modern 
society. All three are rebelling against it, each in his own way. That 
rebellion has led these three people into the anal cult, where they 
apparently found an outlet for their frustrations. However, in effect, all 
they have done is to replace their frustrations with guilt. The prognosis 
for any of them making a truly successful adjustment is poor. 

CONCLUSION 

Psychoanalytic investigations of sexual deviations such as analism were 
initiated by Freud's discovery, in the course of his study of infantile 
sexuality, that the sexual aims of the deviant were identical with those of 
a child. 

More specifically, in sexual deviations, adult sexuality is supplanted by 
infantile sexuality. In fact, however, this represents an oversimplified 
formulation of the current psychoanalytic concept of sexual deviation and 
requires further elaboration. 

At the onset it should be pointed out that sexual deviations such as analism 
have been practiced throughout history, among all races, and at certain 
times and in certain places and cultures analism has been generally accepted 
or was even esteemed. 

Thus, Freud described sexual deviations as "universally human." Deviant 
tendencies, and even occasional deviant acts, or at least adult fantasies 
regarding such deviant acts, occur in the life of each and every individual, 
normal and neurotic alike. 

Dr. O. Fenichel's comments in The Psychoan-alitic Theoi-y of Neurosis are 
particularly appropriate: 

Since the aims of perverse sexuality are identical with those of infantile 
sexuality, the possibility for every human being to become perverse under 
certain circumstances is rooted in the fact that he was once a child. 

In other words, perverse or deviant acts such as analism are exaggerated 
distortions of acts which also occur as part of the sexual behavior of 
normal individuals. The crucial difference lies in the fact that the deviant 
act does not represent the sole source of sexual excitation and 
gratification for the sexually normal individual. Consequently, it will take 
a less definite form when it appears in the normal individual. 

To illustrate, "polymorphous" sexual activity which is characteristic of 
sexual foreplay prior to intercourse represents a regression to infantile 
sexuality. However, in our culture at least, such foreplay is appropriately 
regarded as completely normal sexual behavior. It becomes psychopathological 
only when the initial aspects of intercourse, e.g. foreplay, are more 
satisfactory to the individual than genital union with a willing partner of 
the opposite sex of a similar degree of sexual maturity. 

While foreplay, as the primary source of sexual pleasure for some people, is 
a useful example of a form of sexual deviation in this context, it may also 
be somewhat misleading to the layman. Actually, pathological states which 
represent nothing more than a direct regression to infantile sexuality are 
not to be considered as being typical deviations. 

Like the normal adult, the typical deviant can achieve genital union and 
orgasm once the obstacles which block sexual gratification are removed by 
the performance of the desired deviant sexual act. The point is that deviant 
sexuality is not simply disorganized activity, in a manner reminiscent of 
the polymorphous perverse sexuality of children and of infantile or retarded 
personalities. Rather, it is organized under the guidance of one component 
instinct of infantile sexuality, such as a regression to the anal-erotic 
stage. The satisfaction of this anal-erotic instinct makes genital orgasm 
possible for the deviant in a normal manner. 

Like the neurotic, the sexual deviant has specific pathogenic repressions. 
He has unconscious oedipal conflicts, and a strong unconscious castration 
anxiety. Similarly, disturbances in genital primacy in neurosis and sexual 
deviations alike may be attributed to the same factors, anxiety and guilt 
feelings which are associated with the Oedipus complex. 

But anxiety over loss of love or sexual excitement is less important in 
sexual deviations such as analism. Rather, classical psychoanalytic theory 
postulates that it is always castration anxiety, and derivative guilt 
feelings, which prevent the deviant from achieving sexual pleasure in normal 
sexual intercourse. The anal sexual deviation serves, then, as a denial of 
the possibility of castration. When this denial of the possibility of 
castration is successful, sexual pleasure and orgasm become possible for the 
anal deviate.
