Female Perversion In Marriage
by Anthony Crowell


The role of the wife in marriage has undergone a slow but frightening 
metamorphosis-no longer the shy, sweet virgin who humbles herself to a 
husband's every whim; no longer the submissive, passive partner in a sexual 
act. Today, more and more women are not only dictating the rules at home, 
but are introducing sexual perversions which too frequently reduce their 
husbands to nothing more than money-makers and puppets for their strange 
appetites. 

Does this trend indicate the end of the American husband as a man and 
master? Anthony Crowell does not presume to judge; but the facts presented 
in this volume speak very clearly for themselves! 


INTRODUCTION 

The lesbian has-for the most part and especially in urban areas-become an 
acceptable member of society and her deviation is now permitted to be her 
own personal affair. She is judged nowadays by her abilities and intellect. 
Her sexual inclinations, whatever they may be, are no longer a source of 
censure among the people she is concerned about. 

The tremendous amount of research that has been done in the recent past 
concerning the sexual renaissance that has taken place, discloses rather 
definitely that the people most knowledgeable and interested in sex as a 
means of great pleasure are also among our most gifted and intelligent 
people. The lesbian ranks quite high at the head of such a list and in many 
instances, is usually a charming, gifted individual with a determination to 
enjoy sex in her own way and to accept herself as she is. 

However, many women, fully aware of their lesbian inclinations are marrying, 
some successfully, some impossibly. The married lesbian is quite aware of 
her deviation, but has married anyway, perhaps for children, perhaps to 
inherit the supposed benefits of heterosexual lovemaking. The case histories 
so prevalent these days suggest that many can function in the climate of 
matrimony and do so. 

The research being done today also points up the fact that many women marry 
totally unaware that they are lesbians by nature. When they encounter 
unmistakable proof of their deviation they are quite surprised. In another 
time, another culture, such a discovery of one's susceptibility to 
homosexuality would have impelled the young lady to suicide. Today there are 
many ways of handling such a discovery. If a woman has been married for a 
number of years and has children, for instance, she keeps the discovery of 
her lesbianism to herself yet may privately consult a psychiatrist for help. 
If her husband is a mature and understanding man, she could seek his aid and 
advice and together (with or without an analyst) they could try to save the 
marriage from the pitfalls of lesbian promiscuity. Yet, too, there are many 
women who might simply shrug at the discovery and decide to swing with it; 
seduce whom they please and their families be damned. In our permissive 
society, this last type of thinking is not as shocking as it may first seem. 

Many of the psychiatrists called upon to treat lesbians who hope to change, 
find themselves, instead, persuading their patients to learn to live with 
their own sexual personalities and try to adjust to their own needs. In such 
cases, the doctor usually becomes convinced that dependable change is just 
not possible. 

Discussing the modern lesbian in his book, The Sexual Misfits, Doctor John 
E. Somers, a psychiatrist who has dealt with many such cases in institutions 
and privately, says: 

The modern lesbian has transformed the traditional concept of the female 
homosexual in two ways: She has for the most part, abandoned the masculine 
mode of dress which formerly had been her trademark; she has, like the male 
homosexual, become more bold and extremely more gregarious, even to the 
extent of establishing "social clubs" and one solidified central 
organization, complete with its own press and by-laws. In the manner of 
dress, the "butch" seemingly has passed into oblivion; today's lesbian 
accent is on femininity, not only in dress, but in mannerisms and social 
conduct. In my conversations with lesbians confined to prisons or 
correctional institutions, not for sexual inversion, but for other crimes, I 
found that their preference is for the feminine type of invert, that the 
once predominant "butch" type creates the same wave of revulsion for sexual 
intimacies as would a man. 

Many experts in the field assume, or at least suspect, that the lesbian who 
essays marriage as a way of life, may actually be bi-sexual, able to 
flourish in both milieus. Others argue that the true lesbian cannot possibly 
enjoy such a relationship. Still others argue that there is no such thing as 
a true lesbian at all, so it would appear to be largely problematical as to 
what type of pattern might fit any given individual. 

The facts, however, are indisputable and it is now well established that 
many lesbians are marrying and surviving in that atmosphere. Some marry, 
fully aware of their deviation, others marry with no idea that they are 
susceptible to homosexual thrills. In the novel, Serenade, by James M. Cain, 
the hero was a man whose homosexuality was alerted by only one person and 
today's psychologists and psychiatrists tend to suspect that this can be 
true for the females who discover their liking for homosexual activity. 

Freud and his satellites point out that one homosexual affair does not 
necessarily make a homosexual and it would not be suggested here; but when a 
female, supposedly heterosexual in nature, responds with exceptional 
intensity to the love-making efforts of women and yearns to provide such 
pleasures for her partners, it is assumed that the possibility of lesbianism 
exists and in most cases, is freely admitted. 

The married lesbian is usually a most remarkable person and a decided asset 
to our society. Many are mothers and wives of great imagination and charm 
and work very hard at the task of being worthwhile citizens. In most cases, 
according to the psychologists, they are fully aware of their affinity for 
their own sex and often attain the ease of being able to walk both sides of 
the street with reasonable comfort. 

It is now well known that the wife swappers and sexually hip members of the 
bizarre groups are growing in numbers, that these groups are inheriting more 
and more converts with every passing month and that these groups or clubs 
have been responsible for activities that permitted many latent lesbians to 
discover and enjoy their fondness for such practices. Many women who 
discover that they enjoy homosexual relationships after they have been 
married often try to maintain both and often succeed. 

Many psychiatrists and psychologists will agree that the society in 
existence these days is candidly hedonistic and that sex, as a source of the 
greatest of all pleasures and intensities, is openly enjoyed as never 
before. The long list of perversions that was in existence at the turn of 
the century is now virtually worthless, due, probably, to the attitudes of 
our most responsible people. Nowadays the psychiatrists, usually the 
arbiters in such matters, hesitate to label any sexual act a perversion. 
Instead, the attitudes are that any form of sexual activity between two 
adults is permissive, provided that one does not force upon the other an 
objectionable or repugnant act. With this kind of philosophy being the rule 
of thumb, there is little that anyone can imagine that might be regarded as 
a true perversion. 

Many thinking people consider Sigmund Freud as a latter-day Pandora who 
opened up a whole box of wild perversions and thrust them upon a world 
unprepared for them. This idea stems from the doctrine that Freud frequently 
preached: that suppressing sexual instincts and inclinations could lead to 
neurosis and severe mental disturbances. Many psychiatrists who contemplate 
this line of reasoning admit, somewhat ruefully perhaps, that very few of 
the swingers and swappers of today require psychiatric care and when a 
medical man does encounter such an individual on a professional basis, it is 
always for some reason other than a need to adjust the person's sexual 
attitudes or more. Perhaps it is because of this that our society has become 
labeled a totally permissive one. 

The lesbian has probably gained most from such thinking because the sexual 
revolution or upheaval that has taken place in the last decade permits the 
homosexual to consort with his or her own kind as well as with others 
without being judged on the basis of sexual desires. and as things stand now 
the lesbian is not regarded as a freak of nature or as something not quite 
nice. The hordes of people who are striking out for complete sexual freedom 
have embraced the lesbian as a delightful friend and companion and in many 
cases, have welcomed her as a participating member of their freedom march. 

Many girls discover their lesbian inclinations very early in life, some 
encounter such preferences in college, but many others marry and have no 
idea of their true nature. When such girls discover their lesbian leanings 
the results can often be quite interesting and definite. 

Only a few years ago, two very beautiful women, both married, were in the 
throes of a session of lesbian lovemaking when the husband of one walked in 
and threw both of them out of the house. He quickly divorced his wife and 
she has remained single ever since. The fact that these were people famous 
in the film industry is of little interest, the point most important in the 
eyes of many people is the severe reaction of the husband. This is not 
always the case, it would appear and there are many husbands married to 
women who occasionally engage in lesbian activities who care little about 
such things and regard the whole matter as girl business. There are those 
who would decide that this is carrying the permissive attitude to an 
extreme, but one husband, when discussing the matter, stated that he loved 
his wife, wanted to keep her, and while he knew that she had a girl friend, 
he just couldn't abuse his wife because she indulged occasionally in such 
affairs. He discovered that his willingness to give free rein to his wife 
worked to his benefit because she was always an ardent and eager lover when 
she made love with him. So, his attitude turned out to be the right one 
insofar as the stability of his marriage was concerned. 

When Doctor Kinsey and his helpers began making their well publicized 
surveys among people, they discovered, amazingly, that many people will 
discuss their sex lives in great detail and without shame or reservation. 
Since then, sexual research has become a well-traveled route and thousands 
of people are revealing their sexual experiences with great candor and in 
some instances, great relish. Many psychiatrists feel that there are those 
who are able to enjoy sensual thrills while discussing or revealing their 
acts or activities and many of the researchers now feel that Kinsey and his 
predecessors are very much like the boy who pulled his finger out of the 
dike. 

For many years, the detailed case histories that medical people listened to 
were transcribed and published in big, thick volumes that were made 
available to the medical profession alone. Nowadays, the libraries are 
glutted with such volumes, which are being examined by all sorts of people 
with curiosity to see if anyone has thought up something new. It would 
appear that no one has and the same practices that were popular in ancient 
Greece and Rome are quite popular in today's sexually sophisticated society. 
The lesbian is just as prevalent now as then, but censure or stigma has 
lessened considerably, except for the narrow minds of a few who know little 
of what is taking place in the fulminating world of today. These people are 
supposedly in the minority now and the general attitude is one of little 
interest. The lesbian is very often beautiful, charming, gracious and 
thoroughly likable. and like most people, she is susceptible to many other 
facets of sexual behavior and her deviation may often be the very least of 
her troubles. 

Many beautiful girls with homosexual inclinations may also be inclined in 
other areas. Some are confirmed sadists or masochists, some are anally 
oriented or exceptionally thrilled when performing fellatio, which is often 
considered quite fortunate for those who want to try marriage. 

There was a time when the offices of the psychiatrists were cluttered with 
frightened young women who discovered, quite accidentally sometimes, that 
they had strong lesbian desires. It is perhaps an encouraging commentary on 
our present status to learn that very few women of this type show up in an 
analyst's office these days. If they do, they are usually quite amazed and 
comforted when the psychiatrist suggests that they enjoy this newly 
discovered facet of their sensual structure and not be afraid. And the fact 
is that many medical men are talking that way these days, feeling that the 
most they can hope to do is persuade the individual to accept herself as she 
is. 

Very often, discovering that one is a lesbian can be quite upsetting; and 
then, too, it can be quite rewarding, depending upon the point of view of 
the people involved. How these people deal with their deviation is the 
subject matter of this volume. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

 CASE HISTORY 

Hilda M. is at present twenty-four years old. She is a very beautiful young 
woman, with the pale blonde hair and white skin of the Nordics. She is 
married to Edwin, a druggist who is three years older. They have been 
married for five years and have no children. Hilda is quite candid about her 
sexual beginnings and an early addiction to the sensual ecstasies that her 
own body could provide and she admits that she and her husband were ardent 
practitioners of the acts that they enjoyed in that department. She is also 
convinced that she and her husband are very much oversexed, but this is a 
condition for which they are grateful. 

Eddie and I got along well together right from the very beginning. I was not 
quite nineteen and fresh out of school when I met Eddie. I had a job in the 
same drugstore where he worked and we got to be friends and then started 
dating. I guess I fell in love with him right away. I know I just liked 
being with him and we spent a lot of time together. 

I knew very early that I was addicted to sex because I began masturbating 
when I was about twelve. I discovered that the pleasures I could achieve for 
myself were fantastic, and as I grew older, I just became more inventive. I 
was one of the smart ones, I guess. I knew about me, I mean the way I was 
about sex, so I developed the habit of masturbating before I went out on a 
date, so that I would be less susceptible to petting and necking. But, once 
I got to know Eddie, I stopped that. 

We talked about sex; I told Eddie about the way I was and he thought it was 
funny because he was sure that he was in worse shape. We laughed about it 
and thought the whole thing was very funny. Very fortunate, too, because we 
knew that we were very much in love. We decided that we wanted to get 
married. Eddie had a half sister, Virginia, who was only a year older than I 
and she was the only family he had out here. He asked me if I wouldn't like 
to meet his sister. We felt that we should tell someone that we were going 
to get married. You know, it was important to us and we just wanted somebody 
to care. 

Eddie said that he and his half sister weren't very close, but maybe we 
could all be friends. Virginia worked as a statistical clerk in a big 
insurance company and she lived quite close to Eddie's place. He called her 
one evening and the two of us went to see her. 

I liked Ginny right away. She was unbelievably lovely, with big gray eyes 
and light brown hair and a quick, flashing smile that made her even prettier 
whenever she used it. She was wearing a soft gray dress and it was quite 
apparent that she had a marvelous body. Her legs were simply gorgeous. Her 
hands were slender and rather cool, when we shook hands, but she gave me a 
drink and we started talking and pretty soon Eddie was watching television 
while Ginny and I just gabbed. We were friends right from the start and she 
was genuinely glad that I was going to marry her brother. When we left her 
place she promised that we would be friends and that she would come to the 
wedding. I asked Eddie, later, why a beautiful girl like Ginny had never 
married. He just shrugged and said he supposed she was waiting for someone 
very special; that was all we said about it. 

While Eddie and I were going together, we stayed away from sex. It wasn't 
because of any silly morality. I think we both figured we would build up the 
wanting to an impossible degree and then have ourselves a wild time on our 
honeymoon. But after a while our glands sort of took over and we decided to 
get married in a hurry. And we did. Ginny attended and was my bridesmaid. It 
was a very small, quiet ceremony and as soon as it was over, we waved 
good-bye to Ginny and took off for a honeymoon beside the sea. We had rented 
a motel room for a week; it was a beautiful place with the beach just 
outside of our rear doorway. We got there about four in the afternoon, and 
as soon as we got inside the motel, we began tearing each other's clothes 
off and when we were naked, we began screwing standing up. That's how randy 
we were. The whole business was all over in seconds, which was a bit of a 
disappointment to me; Eddie had some ideas about that. He explained that he 
was always too quick the first couple of times, but life was just beginning 
for us and I shouldn't worry about anything. He picked me up while I was 
still impaled and we managed to make it over to the bed. He lay down on his 
back and I was on top of him. We began necking then and that got to be a bit 
too warm for us, so I got up and went into the bathroom and took care of 
myself. Then I took a warm bath and when I went back to Eddie I was all warm 
and glowing from the tub. We started necking again and then he was kissing 
my breasts and loving them and I was manipulating him and we were both so 
excited we were shaking. 

I'd been aware that my new husband would make love to me anywhere, but when 
I felt him shifting in the bed and knew what he was going to do, I got so 
excited I began having orgasms of sheer ecstasy. When his mouth touched my 
sex I just went to pieces. Cunnilingus was new to me and I had no idea that 
it could be so pleasant. Eddie was a skillful lover and his tongue and mouth 
drove me frantic with constant orgasms of increasing intensity; I was half 
out of my mind with sensual agony. I was holding his dick and using my hand 
to manipulate him, and quite without realizing what I was doing, I began 
kissing it and then I began sucking him. Maybe I was a bit too enthusiastic 
because he had an orgasm in seconds and when it happened it just made me 
more excited than ever. I had no intention of giving up this new pleasure 
and I just kept right on with what I was doing. Eddie kept right on too and 
we just lay there, locked in each other's embrace, depleting each other like 
vicious animals but providing exquisite sensual joys for each other, too; 
and I discovered that the more I sucked my husband, the more excited I 
became. I've heard it said that many people have the seat of their 
sensuality or sexual responses, in the mouth, the lips and the tongue and I 
was quite certain that I was one of those people. But I didn't bother 
analyzing much at the time. I was locked in a state of frenzied hungers and 
excruciating sensations and Eddie was doing things to my most sensitive 
flesh that drove all sense of reason from my mind. 

I'm sure we kept at each other for a couple of hours. Eddie had many orgasms 
and I noticed that each time he experienced an ejaculation I would respond 
with an orgasm of my own the intensity of which would be much greater than 
ordinarily. I was so happy, so ardent and thrilled by what my husband could 
do for me, I was delirious with sexuality and sensuality for a long time. 
When I finally became aware of things again, I discovered that Eddie was in 
the bathroom and I was lying alone on the bed. I was conscious of a soreness 
between my legs, but even that was nice. 

When Eddie came back to me, he kissed me and told me that I had hurt his 
dick with my teeth. It seemed that I had also extracted too much from him. 
When I asked him why he hadn't stopped me he just grinned and said that he 
had no intention of stopping me. I had pleased him and that made me very 
happy. 

We were both exhausted so Eddie ordered dinner for us and while we were 
waiting for that, I got into a housecoat and he put his pants on. When our 
meal was delivered we sat down and ate like starving children, but we took 
our clothes off first and ate in the nude, just for fun. 

After we had finished with our coffee, we went back to making love again and 
it was more of the same. We discovered very readily that we enjoyed oral 
lovemaking better than coitus, so we spent our time at that, keeping it up 
until we were just too worn out to do anything but sleep. 

We began the next day the same way and after we tired ourselves out all over 
again we ordered some food and had a leisurely breakfast. We talked and 
tried to decide about the things we liked doing best, but there wasn't much 
question, really. Later that morning, we tried the sixty-nine. I was on top 
and when Eddie touched my anal opening with his fingertip, either 
accidentally or on purpose, I almost went nuts all over again. I had never 
known that I was sensitive there, but his touch pushed me into a massive 
orgasm of remarkable pleasure and when I got the chance I told him how much 
I had liked it. 

Maybe I shouldn't have been so honest about things, because later that same 
day, we tried screwing with me on my hands and knees and him behind me and 
after a few lazy motions, he withdrew and then his cock was touching my anal 
orifice and it felt so nice and excited me so, I just couldn't say anything 
and the next thing I knew he was easing it into that opening and I was 
shuddering and shaking like a plucked string. I didn't realize it then, but 
Eddie told me that I began backing him off the bed in my eagerness to absorb 
him. In seconds I was drunk on sheer sensuality and when he put his hands 
between my legs and began manipulating my clitoris I almost died with sweet, 
ecstatic anguish. Inevitably, we both reached the point of explosion and 
when it was all over I was lying on my tummy, crying with the sheer 
sweetness of blessed release. I was shivering with extended reactions and 
Eddie was worried about me. He turned me over and began kissing me. I held 
him tightly, too overcome with happiness to let him go. 

After a while we talked about lust and sensuality and were quite sure that 
we were evenly matched and knew exactly how we would start each day and end 
it, too. 

We went to the beach just once during that whole week of the honeymoon. All 
the rest of the time we were screwing or resting from overdoing things. We 
were greedy, hungry lovers and we were thoroughly hooked on sensuality and 
sexual pleasure. 

We started housekeeping in Eddie's apartment. He had a large place and we 
decided that we would keep it. I gave up my job and my apartment and we 
finally got me moved in and settled. We were as snug as a couple of lice in 
a kid's hair. 

Ginny came to dinner one night and we had a wonderful time. She was so 
beautiful, so nice, I'm sure I loved her right from the very beginning. Poor 
Eddie, it got so that Ginny and I were so busy gabbing and planning and 
cleaning up after dinner that he just had to be content with the TV set. 
Ginny offered to come in and help me with the apartment after she got off 
from work and that pleased me very much. She said she'd come by on Saturday 
after she got her own work done and help me then, too. 

Eddie and I drove her home that first time and when she got out of the car 
she bent to lean in and plant a swift, warm kiss on my lips, which made me 
very happy. Driving home again, I told Eddie how much I adored his pretty 
half sister and that pleased him, I know. He was glad that we were to be 
friends and that she would help me get our home squared away. For some 
reason, that night when we went to bed we were absolutely insatiable with 
each other and the bed was wringing wet and I had to change the sheets 
before we could go to sleep. 

Ginny began coming in after work and staying for supper. We seemed to become 
closer and closer. I loved her dearly and just couldn't get over how 
beautiful she was. I loved watching her move around as we worked and she was 
really something to see. After we were finished with our work, either Eddie 
or I would drive her home. The first Saturday she came over about ten in the 
morning and she was wearing shorts and a halter. I took time out at one 
point to have a cigarette and she was working at one of the windows, trying 
to make the new drapes hang just right. I was looking at her long, perfect 
legs, the delicately fashioned thighs and then I was looking at the firm, 
high breasts barely concealed by her halter. I noticed after a while that I 
was trembling. I was sure that I had been working too hard or maybe Eddie 
had stayed too long at his favorite task and I had overtaxed myself. Ginny 
was looking at me for an opinion about the drapes, smiling. I just grinned 
at her, too overwhelmed at the moment to say a word. She turned back to her 
work after I nodded my approval and her plump bottom was clearly outlined 
beneath her shorts. It was a lovely behind, beautifully shaped and tapering 
into her thighs almost imperceptibly. When Ginny looked at me again, I was 
shivering. I was suddenly so aroused sexually, I was actually ill. She 
smiled at me again and asked if I'd like some coffee. She was going to fix 
herself a cup. I was only able to nod. She went off into the kitchen and I 
sat trembling, trying to understand why I should become so aroused sensually 
by just watching a pretty girl hanging drapes. I calmed very quickly, 
deciding that my own oversexed nature was getting the best of me and that 
Eddie had drained me too completely. 

Ginny and I had some coffee and we talked about Eddie and his work. She 
thought it was awful that he worked on weekends and had to take his days off 
during the week. I just didn't care one way or the other, just so I had him 
home for a few days anytime. 

Ginny had dinner with us that evening and she promised that she would come 
again on Sunday and finish with the drapes. I was grateful to her for that 
because she seemed to have a quality of deftness. She could put her hands on 
curtains or drapes and they just seemed to straighten out and hang 
perfectly. I had a hell of a time with them. 

She came early on Sunday morning. I was sitting in the kitchen having a 
third cup of coffee when she arrived. She joined me. Again, she was wearing 
shorts and a halter and looked unbelievably beautiful. When we had finished 
our cigarettes and coffee, she helped me clean up the kitchen and then we 
began scrubbing the kitchen floor. That took us a long time. When we were 
done, she looked at herself and laughed. She was really filthy. She asked me 
if she could take a shower and I told her of course. I went with her into 
the bathroom and laid out towels and washcloths; then I went back to the 
kitchen and emptied the pans and rinsed out the things we'd been using. I 
was a mess too and I decided I'd better also take a hot shower. 

When I went into the bedroom, Ginny called to me. She was apparently 
finished in the shower. I went into the bathroom. She was standing on the 
rug, stark naked and she was the most gorgeous thing I'd ever imagined. She 
was toweling herself dry and I just stood staring at her beauty, trembling 
again, feeling faintness sweep over me. I had to sit down in a hurry. She 
was smiling at me as she used the towel and I couldn't take my eyes off her. 
Her breasts were fabulously beautiful; firm, thrusting like bullets; the 
nipples, tiny pink things, the rosettes a deeper pink than the rest of her. 
She had a tiny waist and her lush hips flared out into heart-shaped curves, 
flowing into exquisite thighs and even prettier legs. I looked at her pubic 
area. It was hairless, as bald as an egg. When she saw my surprise, she 
laughed and explained. She said that she loved wearing the skimpy bikinis at 
the beach and she had simply removed the hair from her person. Besides, she 
said, she hated hair growing anywhere on her body. She kept smiling at me, 
her eyes soft and affectionate and I was shivering, swamped by a wave of 
sensuality too strong to imagine. She stepped close to me, the subtle 
fragrance of her body cloyed in my nostrils and when she lifted her leg to 
dry it I almost fainted with an excess of sexual frenzy. I was at a loss to 
understand why I should be affected by just looking at her nudity. She was 
unbelievably gorgeous, of course, but why should that affect me? She was 
looking at me and her smile was sympathetic as she stepped closer to me, 
placed her arms around my head and hugged me against her naked stomach. The 
texture of her skin was smooth and warm. I slid my arms around her hips, I 
hugged her and then I was sobbing uncontrollably against her belly. Her 
smooth, sleek skin was slippery with my tears. 

"Poor baby," she said, softly, "so upset. So worked up and with no idea of 
why." 

She held me very tightly and I was suddenly aware that I was experiencing 
delicious little climaxes, that the urge to kiss her delicate skin against 
my cheek was irresistible. I twisted my face and then my lips were against 
her skin. I was kissing her. She moved backwards a little and I simply slid 
to the floor. Time and space ceased to exist then. I was aware only of the 
scent of her sex and the sweet, plush buttocks under my palms. She lifted a 
leg and her sex was practically in my face and the shivering, shuddering 
spasms I was experiencing became worse and I just didn't know what to do. 
She shifted her hips toward me and I felt the flat of her hand forcing my 
mouth against her cunt and I shivered anew with a fierce emotional reaction. 
The urge to taste her sex, to feast upon it was too strong for me to resist. 
The moment I tasted the sweetness of her sensual flesh, I began experiencing 
massive orgasms and their fierce intensity delighted me as nothing else ever 
had. She was being affected, too and was having one climax after another and 
she just couldn't take it. She pushed me away and I resisted her, viciously, 
stubbornly, in my determination to enjoy her. 

"Take it easy, honey," she said. "Let's get on the bed and then you can 
enjoy yourself and so can I. Come along now." 

She took my hand and led me into the bedroom; then she was on top of me and 
her cunt was in my mouth and I was in heaven and pulsating like a live wire. 
Suddenly I felt her mouth dealing with my own sex and that was the end of 
sensibleness and reason for me. I went absolutely ape and I think she did, 
too. How long we made love to each other is something that I don't know, but 
there was a time, finally, when I was alert again and knew what I had done. 
I just couldn't understand it. She was lying beside me, smoking a cigarette 
and smiling at me with a quizzical expression. For a long while, I was too 
astonished to say anything. I was having trouble getting my breathing 
apparatus to work right. She lit another cigarette and placed it between my 
lips. I puffed on it, trying to get myself under control. 

"You didn't know, baby?" she asked gently. 

I shook my head. "I had no idea," I said and then I began to cry. She sat up 
and pulled me into her arms. As my cheek touched her lovely breasts, I began 
to feel again the faint stirrings of the overpowering desire and I pulled 
away from her. 

"I don't want to be like that," I said, idiotically. "I love Eddie. I'm his 
wife. I don't want to be a lesbian. I won't be a lesbian. I won't." 

"Sure, darling," she said, soothingly. "We'll start on that tomorrow. But 
let's not waste today." 

We didn't waste the day. After a short while, Ginny put her cigarette out 
and began making love to me. Any reservations I might have had went off 
somewhere and we began making love like animals, at first, but then there 
was an element of indescribable tenderness and sweetness. It was a beautiful 
thing, quite unlike the frenzied times I had had with Eddie. Ginny was 
skillful and ardent and she discovered places in me that were so sensitive I 
almost screamed when her tongue touched them. 

We made love for hours on end and when we were finally sated, we talked and 
Ginny told me that she had guessed that I was susceptible to girls when she 
had watched me get so worked up the previous day. She had noticed and she 
had been pleased, because she would have tried to seduce me in any case. She 
was candidly a lesbian and she worked at it. She enjoyed her life and the 
way she was. That's why she had never tried marriage. When she said that, I 
realized that I was in a hell of a mess. I loved my husband, but I loved his 
beautiful sister, too. Now what? 

Ginny had answers for me. "Don't be an idiot," she said. "You love Eddie and 
you enjoy your life with him. And you love me and I love you, too. We can 
have our cake and eat it, too." 

That sort of thinking appalled me and when she saw that I wasn't going to 
buy that, she became angry. "You fool," she said. "Does Eddie deserve to 
have his heart broken just because you happen to be the type of babe who 
goes both ways? Does he have that coming from you? And do you want to live 
without him?" 

I just shook my head, knowing that she was right. I began to cry again and 
when she pulled me into her arms and started kissing me sweetly on the lips, 
her dainty tongue sliding across them, I started shivering and the sudden 
desire for her was something too powerful to resist. We spent a long, 
passionate time of lovemaking and when we were finally exhausted she got up 
and began dressing. And so did I. Pretty soon Eddie would be home, it would 
be time for dinner and I had work to do. 

Ginny helped me fix supper and when Eddie came home I expected to burst into 
tears of remorse. Instead, I kissed him as passionately as usual. I saw 
Ginny watching us necking and there was a glint of amusement in her pretty 
eyes. I felt nothing at all except a wavering desire to have Eddie love me 
and let me love him. 

When we went to bed that night, I was especially ardent and Eddie had 
himself a spectacular time. I had the feeling that I was trying to make up 
to him in some way for my perfidy. 

From that time on, Ginny and I didn't bother with pretenses. Each evening 
when she would come by to help me with the things I was doing with the 
apartment, we would make love to each other before we did anything else and 
Ginny would often be gone by the time Eddie got home. Sometimes she would 
stay for supper and sometimes not, depending upon her mood, I guess. Each 
Saturday and Sunday, we would lie for hours, locked in frenzied embrace 
while we drained each other's loins and tried to devour each other in an 
expression of our love and affinity for each other. 

Things went on like that for weeks and then the inevitable happened. One 
Saturday morning, Ginny and I were locked in a wild session of mutual 
cunnilingus when I heard a slight noise and looked up to see Eddie standing 
in the bedroom doorway, his eyes wide with shock, his face white with 
stunned amazement. Ginny was on top of me and I ached with the desire to say 
something to him, to make him understand that this was different, that I 
loved him, wanted him. But I couldn't say a word. 

Not one single word. 

There was a moment or two of pure agony for me and then I pushed Ginny. She 
realized that there was something wrong, but by then Eddie's footsteps were 
going down the stairs. Ginny's face was puffy with the pressures of her 
passions and her eyes weren't working quite right, but she struggled to get 
back to normal in a hurry. 

"Eddie saw us," I said. "He's home. I don't know why, but he's home and he 
saw us." 

Ginny sat up straight and then she jumped off the bed. She started putting 
her clothes on and so did I. I think both of us had no idea of what to do or 
what to say, but we knew that we had to do something. Ginny fluffed her hair 
out and inspected herself in the mirror. She was lovely and utterly serene. 
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she lit a cigarette. 

"We'll have to think about this," she said slowly. "We'll have to think this 
over very carefully." 

There wasn't anything to think about as far as I was concerned. I had been 
straining to hear the sound of the apartment door closing behind Eddie and I 
was sure that he had gone. Ginny told me to stop shaking. She said Eddie 
would be downstairs in the living room when we got there. I was crying, too 
and Ginny suggested that I go into the bathroom and fix my face. Then we 
would go downstairs and talk to Eddie. I was too upset to argue. I just did 
as she told me to do. 

We lived in a split-level apartment and had to use a winding stairway to 
descend to the living room. When Ginny and I got there, Eddie was sitting 
huddled in one of the big chairs. He looked at me like an animal who has 
been axed; he was still in shock. 

Ginny sat down in one of the chairs and I settled down onto the couch. I was 
terrified, but Ginny seemed quite her usual self. 

"Well, brother, dear," she said, "now you know. Now you know all about your 
pretty little wife and your half sister, too." When Eddie didn't say 
anything, she glanced at her watch, then sort of snapped at him. "What the 
hell are you doing home at this hour of the day, anyway?" she demanded. 

He answered that. "They are changing shifts at the store. From now on I get 
the weekends off. So I started today." 

"That's just dandy," Ginny said. "We'll be delighted to have you home on 
weekends." 

He stared at her as though she were insane. She gave him a great big 
dazzling smile and then she said, "That's right, Eddie, dear. Hilda and I 
have been making it for a long time now and we both love you very dearly. 
You don't want a divorce, do you?" 

Eddie looked at her, then shook his head quite energetically. Ginny grinned 
at that. 

"Of course not," she said gaily. "So, why not join us? Ginny and I can have 
each other and you can have both of us. What's wrong with that?" 

"That's impossible," he said. 

"That's incest, too, I think," Ginny said, "but it won't bother me. and I'm 
sure it won't bother Hilda. Think about it, both of you." 

She stood up and then walked over to Eddie. She knelt at his feet, took his 
chin in her hand and kissed him on the mouth, twisting her head from side to 
side as she enjoyed the kiss. Eddie was not fighting her any and then I 
noticed that she had dropped her hand to his lap and while I sat there and 
looked at them, reached into his pants and pulled out his cock, fondling it 
and all the while kissing him. The next thing I knew he had an enormous 
erection and Ginny smiling into Eddie's face, was slowly manipulating it 
with her fingers. 

She took her lips away from his mouth and stared him right in the eye. 
"See?" she said softly. "He likes me. He doesn't care who I am. Why can't 
you want me, too?" 

Poor Eddie. He was too aroused to be sensible. He looked at me, his eyes 
pleading for understanding. I just smiled, suddenly at ease and quite 
delighted with the prospects the new situation offered. 

Ginny lowered her head then and began sucking him while he sat and squirmed, 
his eyes on me, still pleading. Watching Ginny work on him was making me 
excited all over again and I'm sure that thinking about the future that was 
developing for all of us affected me, too. I was so sexually stimulated 
suddenly, that I couldn't sit still. Then I saw that Ginny had forced Eddie 
into coming. He sat now quite still, his face twisted ecstatically and I 
knew that he had enjoyed Ginny's efforts tremendously. She was shaking and 
in no hurry to quit and the more I thought about what was taking place right 
in front of me, the hotter I got. I was panting with lust as I used my hand 
to relieve myself, but neither of them even noticed. 

Watching them, I could see that Ginny was using an expertise and pressure 
that Eddie could not resist and he was rapidly approaching another sexual 
convulsion that was even more thrilling than his first. After all, I knew 
Eddie, I loved him and I could tell that Ginny was treating him to 
exceptional delight. I was happy for him, in a way. All the while I watched 
them, I was shivering and pulsating with delicious climaxes of my own and 
when Ginny forced Eddie into another period of excruciating pleasures, I 
reacted to my own efforts in a similar fashion, watching Eddie as Ginny 
finished him off. 

Ginny lifted her face to smile at him and as she kissed his cheek, he was 
panting with the struggle to return to normal. He looked over at me and when 
he saw the shape I was in, grinned a bit sympathetically. I knew then that 
everything was going to be all right for all of us. Ginny sat on the floor, 
her head on his knees, looking at him with very real affection. She patted 
his cheek and then kissed him gently, sweetly. 

"Isn't it much nicer this way, Eddie, dear?" she said softly. 

He didn't answer her, probably because he couldn't as yet, but his grin was 
a mile wide. Ginny got to her feet and stretched. She looked at me and 
seeing the shape I was in, shook her head, smiling at my self-induced state 
of serenity. I was sitting with my thighs far apart, the visible evidence of 
my excited climaxes soaking my underwear. I closed my legs and ran upstairs 
to the bathroom, determined to clean myself up a bit. 

I was in the shower when Ginny walked in and joined me. She told me then 
that she had experienced some repercussions in her own loins since she had 
enjoyed blowing my husband so keenly. We laughed about it, then got into 
some clothes. It was time to fix something to eat. Then we could spend hours 
together making all kinds of love without worrying about anyone disturbing 
us. 

Eddie was quite pleased about things after Ginny talked to him some more and 
he was dying to get at Ginny. He had always thought her beautiful and 
utterly desirable and now that he knew he could enjoy her fantastic body he 
was eager. Ginny began making him steam while I fixed us some food. She was 
in the kitchen with him, rubbing herself against him, necking with him and 
every time he tried to put his hands on her she pushed them away. She kept 
teasing him, knowing that she was inflaming him to a state in which, when we 
finally went upstairs again, he would be unable to object to anything. 

We didn't talk very much over lunch. I think all of us were too excited by 
the prospect of an afternoon of wild and woolly sex. As soon as we finished 
eating, Ginny took Eddie by the hand and led the way upstairs. I was well 
aware that the sheer novelty of the situation would make Eddie want Ginny. 
He was almost drooling as he watched her move about the bedroom and she knew 
it and gloried in his attentions. I sat down and just waited, knowing what 
Ginny would do. 

She walked into his arms, the two of them began kissing each other 
passionately and then Ginny was using her hands on his over stimulated cock. 
Grinning like a moron when Ginny's hands began undoing his clothes, he 
helped her and when he was naked, I was envious. His erection was immense 
and ready for her. She started taking her clothes off too and he just stood 
and watched; when she was naked, however, he put his hands on her breasts 
and began squeezing them. Ginny was already trembling. 

The way the two of them were carrying on, I might just as well have been in 
India. Eddie's hands slipped down to hold her buttocks and he pulled her 
tightly against himself. They were both trembling as they fell onto the bed, 
Ginny beneath him and guiding him. Then they were caught up in sudden frenzy 
as they began screwing with fierce, driving passions. They were making lots 
of noise and just watching them, listening to them, was making me too 
excited to sit still. My whole body was blazing with lust and I finally got 
to my feet and out of my clothes. I went over to the bed and sat down beside 
them. When the great, shuddering spasms shook their bodies, they clung 
together like frightened children and I watched them, stimulated beyond 
measure by the swift, devastating bliss they had achieved. Eddie collapsed 
on top of Ginny and she held him to her, just as I always did and it was a 
long time before she would let him leave her. But, finally, he crawled away 
from her and I saw that she was smiling. She looked at me, then pulled me 
into her arms; her kisses were warm and sweet, her hands were thrilling me 
as she located all the places of torment, trying to bring me some pleasure, 
too. 

Eddie was lying on the far edge of the bed and when Ginny slid down and 
found my cunt, he watched us with interest. The things that she was doing to 
me were turning me into pure flame and the tensions were piling up in my 
loins and in my mind. Within seconds I found her sex, too and we began 
making love to each other while the whole world shuddered and shook and time 
was blotted out and only the living, pulsing loins and glands were 
important. We were busy with each other for a long time and it was an 
especially beautiful experience for me because I knew that while Eddie could 
do much to delight Ginny, she had to have me make love to her in order to 
finally accomplish the peace and serenity she needed. 

We were both exhausted when we finally stopped, each of us incapable of 
further effort. After a moment, we sat up and looked at Eddie; he was 
thoroughly aroused again so I knew that watching us had affected him. Ginny 
went over to him and began kissing him and petting him and I wondered where 
she got her sexual strength because, after a few preliminary kisses, she 
went after his aroused cock and began blowing him again. Only this time she 
was driving him half crazy. She would exert pressures and achieve excessive 
stimulation until it became apparent that he was very close to coming, then 
she would ease off and poor Eddie would flounder, not able to achieve what 
he desperately wanted. Then, when his passions had subsided, she would begin 
again. Watching them got me turned on; I went to Eddie and began kissing him 
and really pouring it on while he held me tightly, his mouth wild with 
excited sexuality. I felt his body suddenly quiver and twitch and I knew 
that Ginny had gone too far, for he was clutching me and gasping in a frenzy 
of superb orgiastic splendor. It took him a long, long time to finally 
return to a state in which he stopped trembling and began to look like 
himself. 

There was no doubt that Eddie was going to be very happy with the way things 
were shaping up; and I was exceedingly pleased, too. While it was true that 
I could have a great deal of sexual pleasure with Eddie, by now I had 
learned that I gained the most in sensual bliss and joy when Ginny and I 
made love to each other. I couldn't understand it. I had never even 
suspected that I could enjoy lesbian lovemaking and now I was convinced that 
it represented the very ultimate in sensuality for me. Ginny seemed to get 
the same kick out of it, too. 

Ginny was lying on the bed, stretched out on her back, resting, but she 
didn't stay there for very long. I could see that she was still excited and 
ready for more sex. She seemed inexhaustible and when she smiled at me and 
pulled me into her arms again, I felt a warm sense of happiness and real 
pleasure. She was so very lovely and the way she loved me seemed quite 
special and very wonderful. Eddie was watching us, his gaze was decidedly 
interested. When we again began making love to each other, slowly, sweetly, 
he seemed to enjoy watching us; but then I stopped looking at Eddie because 
the things that Ginny was doing to me with her pretty mouth was making me a 
little crazy and then we were lusting after each other and everything else 
became blotted out as we thrived on the excited pulsations of our bodies. 

Ginny and I were busy with each other for a long time and I guess the things 
we did affected Eddie quite strongly. When we finally stopped, too wrung out 
to continue, Eddie was ready again. I don't know where the wave of sudden 
desire came from, but I simply moved over to him and began sucking him the 
way I always did and Ginny watched me while I did it and when she knew that 
Eddie was close to coming, she began necking with him and once again he 
began enjoying the very special pleasures of a trio. 

After a while, we just sat and talked, mainly because we were too worn out 
to do anything else. Eddie admitted, a bit sheepishly, that he had always 
had a yen for Ginny, in spite of her relationship to him and he was 
exceptionally happy about our new arrangement. 

We talked about having Ginny move in with us, but she would not do that. She 
told us, grinning broadly, that she would want us at her place quite often 
because there were some other delights she had in mind for us. She explained 
that she had been quite active sexually, that she belonged to a group of 
swappers, was a most welcome single and while attending meetings, had picked 
up some very wonderful ideas and equipment. When we visited her place, she 
said, she would show us how to have even more fun. 

It was becoming apparent that Ginny was going to be the dominant one in our 
relationship and when she told me that she had some truly delicious plans 
for me, I shivered with a sense of sensuality, finding the idea of being 
dominated by Ginny quite appealing. Eddie didn't seem to mind that she was 
taking charge of things either. 

After a while, we decided that we would have a big dinner at our place and 
then would go to Ginny's apartment and play some more. 

"You'll sleep at my place," she told us, "because by the time I have 
finished with both of you, you'll be too tired and worn out to do anything 
else. And we'll have all day tomorrow, too, to enjoy ourselves. How's that?" 

She was being especially gay and the way she spoke left us no chance to 
object. We would do as she asked, but I had no idea why. I got the 
sensation, suddenly, that we were her prisoners, her devoted slaves. And 
oddly, the thought was sexually exciting. I knew, of course, about the wild, 
swinging groups and the things that they did and I wanted to experience some 
of the remarkable joys that such people knew. 

It was getting rather late in the day and we took turns in the shower, then 
got dressed. We wandered around downstairs, working in the kitchen, filled 
with a delicious lassitude. Eddie sat at the kitchen table, watching us 
prepare dinner. He had a cup of coffee in front of him and a silly grin on 
his face. He was very happy, I know. 

We had a long, leisurely dinner and as soon as we were finished we got into 
the car and drove over to Ginny's place. Eddie and I were both excited not 
knowing just what Ginny would do or want us to do when we got to her 
apartment; but thinking about some of the things the people in the swinging 
groups like to do kept me stimulated and interested. 

Ginny's place was quite large and tastefully furnished. She earned a good 
living and had put a lot of money and effort into making her home an 
attractive and comfortable one. Her bedroom was a large, gray room, with 
lots of frilly curtains and delicate drapes and she slept in a giant 
king-size bed. She suggested that we undress as soon as we arrived and no 
one argued with her. After all, we'd had considerable time to rest and a 
good meal and we were all sexually excited by the prospect of a whole 
evening of sex, with the next day ours, too. 

We undressed in Ginny's bedroom, the lights were soft and we could see our 
naked bodies in the long mirror on the bathroom door, which added another 
element of erotic fun to the whole scene. Ginny walked around, hanging up 
our things. Eddie and I sat down on the bed, were worked up and eager to 
begin enjoying the fun and games that Ginny had in mind. When she finished 
putting our things away, she went into her closet and brought out a 
suitcase. It was locked, but she got the keys from her bureau drawer. She 
opened the thick black case and invited us to look at the things she had in 
it. 

There were several paddles and vicious-looking whips as well as a delicate 
black lace costume that has become quite familiar now to those who enjoy 
bizarre sex activity or flagellation. There were also two very lifelike 
dildoes and when she showed us these, I became exceptionally excited, 
although I couldn't imagine why. Ginny strapped on one of the dildoes and 
she didn't look ridiculous at all, in spite of the luscious breasts that 
jutted from her splendid chest. I'd always imagined that a girl would look 
ludicrous in such a rig, but Ginny did not. She looked at both of us and her 
smile was not very warm as she explained that she was going to sodomize both 
of us and then give both of us a good paddling. She said that that sort of 
treatment would really turn us on and if she was right about us, we would 
both enjoy such discipline immensely. 

Eddie told her that she wasn't going to paddle him, that she might just as 
well get that idea out of her head. She walked close to him and then slapped 
him right in the face. It was such a hard blow that he almost toppled off 
the bed. 

"Don't tell me what I am going to do to you," she said coldly. "I will do 
with both of you as I please. Is that understood?" 

I looked at Eddie and his appearance shocked me. He was crying and his 
resistance had disappeared. He looked just like a little kid who had been 
punished severely and was afraid to open his mouth again. Ginny stood in 
front of him, her eyes icy, then she hit him again and the sound of her palm 
slapping his face was loud and awful somehow. She was furious and I couldn't 
understand why. 

"I'm going to do with you as I please," she repeated. "You do understand 
that, don't you, brother dear?" 

Eddie looked up into her face and nodded. She wasn't satisfied with that. 
She made him say it, then she smiled and looked at me. 

"Are you going to give me any trouble, baby?" she demanded. 

I just shook my head, appalled in a way by my own submissiveness. She turned 
her attention back to Eddie and I could see that any resistance he might 
have felt was gone. He wouldn't even look at me and when Ginny told him to 
get down on his hands and knees on the floor, he did it without protest. 

She picked up one of the paddles then and began spanking him with it. Just 
watching it got me so excited I began having lovely little climaxes without 
even doing anything. Poor Eddie's bottom turned red and raw in a hurry. I 
wondered why he was letting her do just as she pleased. He was sobbing and I 
assumed that she was hurting him horribly. But there came a time when she 
was really laying it on for him and he was just making crazy little noises, 
groaning, as Ginny knelt behind him and thrust at his rear with the big 
dildo. He made crazy movements and queer noises and then she had penetrated 
him. She put her arms around his hips and when I noticed that she was 
handling his loins and manipulating him, a great, quivering tide of shudders 
swept through his whole body and it was apparent that my Eddie loved what 
she was doing to him and was enjoying a monumental orgasm of pleasure. Ginny 
seemed to know exactly what she was doing and she stayed with him for a long 
time, using him as a man would a woman and when she finally finished with 
him, he fell forward onto the floor, writhing in sexual joy. Ginny looked at 
me, her smile was sparkling with glee. 

"You're next," she said, getting to her knees and reaching for the paddle. 
She told me exactly how she wanted me to be. I was to lie across the bed 
with my knees on the floor, my bottom exposed. I obeyed her, afraid not to 
and then she began warming my ass with the paddle. I felt the quick, 
stinging hurts in my soft flesh, but then it all changed somehow and the 
tingling, smarting flesh became decidedly stimulated and the erotic 
qualities made themselves felt. The harder she hit me, the nicer it began to 
feel. I became aware that I was experiencing orgasms and the more she beat 
me, the more intense they became until, finally, I was overwhelmed by a 
monstrous sexual spasm that was the most beautiful sensation I had ever 
experienced. I'm sure that I passed out, but in a funny way. I could feel 
the delicious pulsations in my cunt and my brain was flooded with exquisite 
sensations of pure, rich pleasure and the most amazing thing about it all 
was that it didn't subside. I then felt myself being penetrated by the dildo 
and it was in the right place and it was an added delight, but only for a 
short time and then it was in the wrong place and that was even nicer and I 
know I fainted from an excess of pure sensual pleasure. 

When I finally got back to normal, Eddie was performing cunnilingus for 
Ginny and when she saw that I was awake, she beckoned me to come to her and 
I began making love to her lips, then her breasts and finally she captured 
my cunt and began cunnilingus on me. She almost killed me with the frenzied 
ardor that she displayed. 

She kept both of us busy screwing and eating her for most of the night until 
sheer weariness made us useless and then we were allowed to fall asleep. 

She awakened us early in the morning and it became plain that we were 
intended to make love to her constantly and that was how we spent the whole 
day. When our interest flagged, or she depleted us too much, she would 
paddle us harshly and that seemed to work wonders in reviving our 
sensuality. 

That first weekend sort of set the pattern for the future and we are still 
with Ginny, only her control over us is now a definite thing. We don't mind 
too much, really, because we have lots of fun with her. On several occasions 
we have attended the group sessions that she goes to and we had a very nice 
time there too. There can be no doubt that Eddie and I are quite devoted to 
sensuality, we enjoy everything that we are called upon to do and we have 
met some very nice people. I know now that I am a lesbian, but it doesn't 
bother me and I find the most rewarding experiences are when Ginny and I 
practice mutual lovemaking. I have become very happy, very relieved and 
Eddie is quite content with our way of life. We all are and do not intend to 
change. That's the way we want to live. 

Hilda's acceptance of her nature, insofar as lesbianism is concerned, can be 
considered by many as merely lip service to an idea. Her case history shows 
that she has become bisexual and an ardent devotee to the pleasures of 
exaggerated sensuality. And there are many, on a professional plane, who 
will applaud her acceptance of herself as she is and consider her not at all 
unusual. 

Regardless of her casual willingness to accept her role and all that it 
entails, she insists that she is quite happy living as a member of a trio. 
Perhaps she is, but such a life can be considered quite offensive and 
perverted to many. 

But to some, quite tame. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

While lesbianism is not at all new to most, the psychologists and others 
expert in these matters, all labored under the belief that lesbian 
relationships between sisters were rare and perhaps nonexistent. However, 
the research now being done suggests that this was a fallacious assumption 
and that many such affairs exist and prosper and the closeness of the girls 
guarantees their discretion and silence. 

The present sexual revolution is bringing to light many unsuspected sexual 
liaisons and the lesbian relationships that often develop between sisters is 
no longer surprising to those who are doing the research. Not only do such 
relationships develop and prosper, in many recorded cases they often involve 
a brother and rarely, a parent or other relative. Why such relationships 
should develop, no one seems to know. Many have offered possible 
explanations, but even those who have participated in such affairs usually 
have no idea how they got started. Therefore, when a researcher encounters a 
case history that is admittedly based on an honest effort at soul-searching, 
it is valuable and interesting. 

Much has been written about sibling rivalry and the unfortunate 
possibilities of such a relationship. The instances of sibling love or 
affection are supposed to be quite rare, but the textbooks and the research 
reports are not quite aware of love affairs between sisters and the possible 
dangers that can develop in such cases. 

Very often, the affection and love that can evolve between sisters becomes 
so intense, so rewarding and so utterly delightful, that nothing they 
encounter later in life can match it. Too, the more precocious can discover 
ways and means of inducing sexual excesses and erotic pleasures that normal 
or ordinary love affairs may not duplicate. Many experts are now wondering 
if such were not the situations that had produced the old maid couples who 
have clung to each other right into their dotage. Extensive research into 
this facet of human behavior is beginning to bring understanding and 
clinical interest in such relationships to light. 

In his excellent book, Sick Sex, Doctor John Somers, a practicing 
psychiatrist, discussing the lesbian says, "Often Type C (the shy, 
permissive girl) will overcome her natural timidity and shyness in the 
presence of the male sex, and having conquered this obstacle, will enter 
into heterosexual intercourse and abandon lesbianism forever." 

Certain authorities in the field of sexology have long considered such a 
development the ideal solution to the lesbian's problem; however, this 
answer is being negated by many psychiatrists who are recommending to their 
lesbian patients an acceptance of themselves and an attempt to enjoy a life 
of relative happiness. 

Even those who have wandered onto the paths of lesbian love never know how 
such an affair will turn out; or if they leave such tendencies behind them, 
if they will reoccur. Some simply enjoy that which comes their way with 
great delight and little concern for the future. 

 CASE HISTORY 

Ella H. is now twenty-seven and divorced. She works as a stenographer and 
while she is quite pretty, has little interest in men. She is the product of 
a homosexual relationship that developed between herself and her sister, 
June. She is a brunette, intelligent and well endowed physically. She is 
quite willing to talk about her early life in a Midwest home. Her parents 
both worked and she and her sister June were the only children. 

June is about a year older than I am, but I think that she was always 
smarter and much prettier. She is a honey blonde and very beautiful. I guess 
you'd say that she and I were always very close. We spent a lot of time 
together and when I was thirteen, June and I began indulging in sessions of 
masturbation. You know, we would do it to ourselves and try to see who could 
achieve a climax first. 

I think it all started one afternoon when June thought I had left the house. 
I walked into our bedroom and she was lying on the bed with her legs spread 
wide open and her hand between her thighs. She was writhing and squirming 
and her face was all twisted up and I just stood in the doorway and stared 
at her. I knew all about masturbation, of course, but I had thought that I 
was the only one doing it. You know, that's the way kids think, I guess. No 
one else does the same things you do. 

June climaxed. She was breathing heavily and when she opened her eyes she 
saw me. She sat up and just gaped at me. Then she smiled and put her legs 
together as she swung them to the floor. I guess I was just too amazed to 
say anything to her. 

"All right," she said, finally. "So now you've got something on me. What are 
you going to do, tell Ma?" 

I shook my head at her. 

"Of course not," I said. "Why on earth would I do that?" 

She shrugged. "I don't know. I just thought maybe that's what you would do." 

"I do the same thing myself," I said honestly. "You could tell on me, too, 
if you wanted to." 

June smiled. She said that she had never even suspected I did things like 
that, but, after all, I was human, too. She went on to say that when she had 
time, she could have a grand time all by herself. She knew lots of cute 
tricks. 

I went in and sat down on the bed with her. I was all ears. I wanted to 
learn all about the tricks she had mentioned. She laughed when I asked her 
to tell me, but she said that she would if I wouldn't tell anyone. I 
promised and then she told me that she had been masturbating ever since she 
was eight. She put things into her pussy and made believe it was a boy and 
she also put things into her anus and that gave her a lot of pleasure, too. 
Then she had learned that the vibrator that our parents had in the closet 
would make her see stars whenever she put it on her sex organs. She said 
that that was pure delight any time she used it. 

We got to talking about it and she wanted to watch me do it. When I wouldn't 
let her, she said that I could watch her first, if she could watch me 
afterwards. I thought that over for a while. I had glimpsed June bare, she 
was truly beautiful without her clothes on and I wanted to see just how she 
did it, so I agreed. 

She laughed and leaned back against the headboard. Then she opened her legs 
and she had no pants on; I could look at her pussy and while I was staring 
at it, she slipped her fingers down and began moving them around. She 
slipped two of her fingers up inside and then she began easing them in and 
out, all the time staring at me. After a while it just got to be too much 
for her and she closed her eyes, her face got funny again and I noticed she 
had the other fingers inside herself and then she sort of went haywire. She 
started bouncing up and down on the bed and gasping for breath, then she 
gave a great big sigh and it was all over. She wiped her hand on the 
bedspread and opened her eyes again. She looked at me rather strangely and 
told me that just knowing I was watching her had made it a lot more fun. 

Then it was my turn to let her watch me do it; I was shy and reluctant, but 
she pushed me down on the bed and wrestled my panties off. She demanded that 
I keep my word. I did. I put my fingers down there and did the same things 
she had done. Very soon I was half crazy with sexual excitement and then I 
was having a violent orgasm and June was patting my head and telling me to 
go easy and calm down. I was doing fine, she said. But I wasn't doing fine 
because it was all over much too soon for me and then I was as limp as a rag 
and hardly able to breathe. 

"You really burn, don't you, Ellie?" June said, "That's nice. I wish I could 
get that hot doing it." 

She made me feel like a freak and I just didn't say anything. She put her 
arms around me and hugged me until I finally calmed down. We then went into 
the bathroom and cleaned ourselves between our legs. That was it for that 
day. 

After that, June would suggest that we do it together whenever we were home 
alone and had nothing else to do. Inevitably, I suppose, June suggested that 
I do her and she would do me to see if it was nicer when somebody else did 
it for us. Of course it was, so we got into the habit of masturbating each 
other. 

One Saturday June and I had the house to ourselves she showed me the other 
things that she did. She had a hairbrush with a long round handle and she 
would slide this in and out of her vagina. She would put vaseline on a short 
piece of broom handle and insert that into her anal opening and slide that 
in and out, too and she would have some truly spectacular orgasms. Watching 
the way she twisted and writhed got me so excited I just couldn't keep my 
hands off myself. 

When June got herself calmed down, she suggested that we take all of our 
clothes off and just have a good time. She watched me get undressed and said 
that I was very pretty and was built nicely. We lay down on the bed and June 
rolled over kissing me right on the mouth and that felt awfully nice. Her 
fingers were handling my breasts and squeezing the nipples. I was getting 
more and more excited by the second. She was smiling at me as she kept on 
kissing me and I think she knew exactly what she was doing to me. She put 
her hands between my legs and began talking dirty to me, you know, using all 
the dirty words, telling me how pretty my cunt was and what pretty breasts I 
had and how I should try the trick with the broom handle in my ass and the 
more she talked the more stimulated I became. 

She began kissing and sucking my breasts and that was like an electric 
current racing through my loins. I was having one orgasm right after another 
and it was so wonderful I almost fainted with sheer pleasure. She was quite 
daring and made me feel that she loved me and was trying to give me great 
pleasures. She began kissing me all over and then she was kissing me between 
my legs. And the next thing I knew I was in orbit, experiencing sensations 
that were like nothing I'd ever known before. June was ardent and excited 
too and I was crazy for her to keep on with what she was doing. I'd heard 
the other kids talking about such things, but I'd never dreamed that 
cunnilingus could produce such intense sensations and all the while June was 
tonguing me, I was having steady climaxes. Then she did something 
particularly nice with her tongue and I began having an orgasm of such 
excruciatingly beautiful power that I was sobbing and shivering with 
ecstasy. She stopped when she knew it was all over for me. 

She held me in her arms while the storm wore itself out and I gradually 
calmed down. When I was myself again, she giggled at me and asked me if I 
had had a nice time. It was a silly question and she knew it. I told her 
that I had never even dreamed that anything could be so wonderful and she 
hugged me to her tightly and asked if I wouldn't like to eat her pussy, too. 

Surprisingly, I wanted to make love to my pretty sister. I was 
inexperienced, but quite eager; and when she thrust her lovely breasts 
toward my lips I went after them like a hungry baby. She took my hand then 
and put it down between her legs and I became excited and filled with a 
yearning to taste her cunt, to stimulate her beyond all endurance, to give 
her as much fun as she had given me. And that was what I did. When I began 
using my mouth on her most sensitive flesh, she yelled a little at first, 
but then she went crazy. She kept pushing my face tighter and tighter 
against herself. She was constantly having orgasms and I just kept on and on 
until she was whimpering with sexual repercussions. Then she was pushing my 
eager mouth away from her, groaning and twitching with the orgasm. I moved 
up, held her and kissed her while the surging waves of sexual release tore 
through her. It took her a long time to get herself under control and it 
seemed to me that she had had more fun than I did. After a while, she sat 
up, took a deep breath and grinned. She said that we had certainly found 
something quite nice and that we had all day to keep on with it. 

Inevitably, we tried the sixty-nine; then she showed me how we could add to 
our pleasure with the broom-handle and that increased our fun. We spent the 
entire day in sexual experimentation. and of course, we had a wonderful 
time. 

From that day on we were confirmed lesbians and just kept on with our 
lovemaking. We shared the same bed and we got so that we would indulge in a 
session of mutual licking before we went to sleep. 

In time, we added variations to our lovemaking. While we'd be making ardent 
lesbian love to each other, for instance, using dildoes of our own design 
and although they were crude they did work. We found that we were enjoying a 
pretty full program of sexual practices but the real thrill for both of us 
was the long periods of sweet kisses that always culminated in mutual 
cunnilingus. 

When we grew older, we dated boys, but only for the sake of appearances, at 
first; then because it was pleasant. We both found boys that we liked. We 
even got married, but it didn't work for either of us. I'm sure that we both 
tried to make a go of marriage; I know I did, but I just couldn't adjust to 
the harsh, uncaring handling that I got from my husband, so I finally got a 
divorce. And so did June. 

We have always been very close, we still are. We both have good jobs and 
while we don't live together, we do spend a great deal of time together. We 
each have a life of our own, but when we really want to get turned on 
sexually, we get together, perhaps for a whole weekend. We've become quite 
content with our lives as they are. 

June has a girl friend whom she likes and the two of them often enjoy each 
other sexually. I have a girl friend that I like, too; but the greatest 
thrill, of course, is when we get together. 

I imagine that June and I will remain single from now on. 

In examining a case history such as Ella's, the researcher or the 
psychologist must wonder if the urge to reproduce, to have a home, a husband 
and children was affected during the early years that the girl lived. Very 
often, extensive analyzing reveals that a child is soured on marriage by the 
experiences of her parents. But Ella reports that her parents got along very 
well and seemed to love each other very much. She and her sister never did 
have any great desire for a home and children and it is possible that the 
exaggerated pleasures their relationship afforded them was quite beyond 
anything a heterosexual affair could offer. Neither had any inclination 
toward heterosexual love and they probably never will. Both women are quite 
content with their lives as they are and whether it will remain the same for 
the duration of their lives is problematical. 

There is always the chance that some young man will come along and excite 
either one of them and a whole new life may begin. But those who should know 
suggest that this is entirely unlikely. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

There are many women who know that they are lesbians and they seek marriage 
mainly as a shield, a device that will mask their true natures. Perhaps this 
need stems from a sense of shame, or the desire to avoid the criticisms of 
others. There are many latent lesbians who marry with no idea of their true 
nature and when circumstances force them to realize their fondness for 
homosexual experiences, those who manage in the milieu of marriage consider 
themselves bisexual rather than the more definite type of lesbian. 

The psychologists have a tendency to believe that the lesbian has a 
difficult time in marriage because the need to stimulate and to pretend is 
an ever-present element in her marriage. Too often, a husband equates his 
wife's ability to enjoy the sexual act with his own vigor or the measure of 
his wife's love for him. 

It is entirely possible that many women who marry and then discover 
themselves susceptible to sexual desires with others of the same sex are 
bisexuals by nature. 

Dr. Magnus Hirschfeld insisted that the homosexual was a member of the 
"third sex," and that the homosexual's behavior was caused by glandular 
imbalances, that is by the glands that produce hormones. Havelock Ellis 
considered homosexuality as the result of organic structure as well as of 
unusual hormone balance. Freud saw homosexuals as being neurotically fixated 
at an infantile stage. 

Regardless of the cause, homosexuals of both sexes are on the increase in 
the present society and many lesbians are marrying for any number of 
reasons. 

It is perfectly possible for an overt lesbian to meet a man and actually 
feel what passes for love for him. Other reasons may be the desire to 
reproduce, a dislike of working for a living or the simple need for a 
shield, a husband who will confound those who might accuse. 

Whatever the reasons for a lesbian's marriage, many who try it report that 
it is really a rocky road fraught with many heartbreaking experiences and 
disappointments. 

The lesbian in marriage is often the type whose husband decides that she is 
cold, frigid. She would rather be left alone than indulge in sexual 
intercourse, she begins to implement little devices in order to avoid 
physical contact. Perhaps she is always tired; perhaps she can only be 
aroused after a few drinks, but the few drinks may get her too drunk for 
anything other than sleep; perhaps she yearns to stay up late and watch the 
late show. And so on, ad infinitum. The little games that women play in 
order to avoid sex are so well-known it is pointless to list them, but they 
do suggest how the lesbian can survive in marriage. 

Many of those who have sought professional help for their problems report 
that the honeymoon was a time of pure delight. They entered into the 
conjugal state believing they were in love and if they were candidly aware 
of their state, perhaps their sensuality was at its highest level, their 
libido in full flower and the short period of honeymoon was fine. But, after 
the settling down period, the reluctance to participate in sex appeared. In 
some cases, women with excessive libidinous strength were able to delight 
their husbands with no difficulty whatsoever, but the reasons they developed 
for their functions were somewhat specious. 

One lovely young girl who sought psychiatric help for her problem reported 
to her doctor that shortly after her marriage began, her husband persuaded 
her to try fellatio on him. She did and discovered that it was something 
that appealed to her enormously and something that she loved doing. and 
because the pleasures he felt were so intense, the husband was quite content 
with that type of lovemaking and they bothered with nothing else, for a 
time. 

 CASE HISTORY 

Rhoda M. is twenty-six years old and her husband is thirty-two. They have 
been married for six years and consider themselves swingers, real sexpots. 
According to what Rhoda says, she feels that her sexual inclinations are 
fouled up and need straightening out. 

 Harry, that's my husband, likes it when I blow him, she says. He gets more 
fun out of that mainly because I have become so talented at it. But he 
doesn't know the truth. You see, when I know that I am going to blow him, I 
am filled with an enormous sense of power and I know that I will begin with 
him and just keep it up until I have drained him of all strength. Sometimes, 
on a Saturday or Sunday, he will lie in bed and just let me keep sucking him 
all day and after dinner I go right back to it again. 

But, all the time that I am doing it, I am filled with this sense of 
elation. I am a vampire draining him of all life forces and bringing him 
down to the status of a child. This is what I am definitely trying to do. 
Oh, I've learned so many little tricks, with my fingernails on his balls, or 
a finger in his anus and I can keep him flowing steadily all the while I'm 
working on him; and any time I want him to come, I just make it happen. And 
there are many times when I've been sucking him all day and all evening when 
he is so weak he can't even get out of bed to go to the bathroom. We have a 
bedpan right in our bedroom because he needs it when I get done with him. 

So, I am convinced that my instincts are evil and I know that I should 
change. I know also that I am a lesbian by instinct and I just can't stand 
knowing that about myself. 

 Extensive investigation by her therapist reveals that Rhoda and Harry were 
both working when they met and had tried sex several times before they 
decided to get married. Rhoda was convinced that she was in love with her 
husband and was quite willing to make love to him in any fashion that he 
enjoyed. While her preoccupation was with fellatio, it was by no means her 
only sexual activity. She assumes that she and her husband were both 
oversexed and they tried everything, including anal intercourse, analingus 
and copulation in a variety of different positions. Harry enjoyed practicing 
cunnilingus and she relished this immensely. Amplifying her statement 
somewhat, she reported that Harry would perform cunnilingus on her while she 
was fellating him, but there were times when her sexual flesh was too 
sensitive. 

 I'd make him stop, but I would keep right on sucking him, and after a 
while, I'd let him have my pussy again. You see, once he got me started with 
his tongue, just sucking him would make me keep coming all day. There were 
lots of days when I would overdo it, he would take it away from me and I'd 
walk around pouting and being mean to him until he finally let me have it 
again. 

I can't help it, the compulsion is always there in me and if he sits down to 
watch a TV show or to read, I settle at his feet, take his prick out and 
suck it. I can't help it. That's the way I am. So, finally, Harry had 
complained about me. He said I was just too much. That's when we started 
talking about the clubs. 

 It has been said that it is perfectly possible to live next door to a 
couple who are mate swappers or ardent devotees of the sex clubs and never 
be aware of it. This was true in the case of Rhoda and Harry. Their 
neighbors and good friends, were a young couple in their early thirties. 
Connie was a tall brunette with a marvelous figure, a truly beautiful girl 
who was well aware of her structural endowments. Lee, her husband was a 
tall, handsome man with an easygoing disposition and a quick smile. Rhoda 
and Harry had gotten to know them rather well and one evening when they were 
visiting together in Rhoda's house, Harry made a remark about Rhoda's 
insatiable passions. It was a kidding remark, but it made Rhoda blush and 
she noticed that Connie gave her a long, wondering look and she blushed even 
deeper. She changed the subject in a hurry and there was no more said about 
love or romance. 

 Connie came over the next morning, Rhoda says, right after Harry went off 
to work. I quit work right after we got married so I was usually home alone 
all day. Well, this morning, Connie wanted to have some coffee and talk and 
she often ran in like that, so I didn't think anything about her visit. 

Somehow, the talk got around to sex and Connie said she was surprised to 
hear Harry make a comment that I was red hot. That was the wrong thing to 
say in front of Lee, her husband, she said, because he had had his eye on me 
for a long time. I just laughed at that. I was sure that she was kidding. 
But she wasn't. 

"You can't blame him, Rhodie," she said. "After all, you are a very 
beautiful blonde and Lee's got a thing about blondes. And you have a 
gorgeous figure, anyone can see that." 

She surprised me because I had no idea that either of them even noticed me. 
But Connie assured me that they did. She reminded me of an afternoon when I 
had been lying down in our yard on a chaise in my bikini. 

"You nearly drove Lee out of his mind," Connie said. "It took me hours to 
satisfy him after that. You looked sort of cute to me, too! I guess you 
don't realize how lovely you are." 

The way Connie was talking made me nervous and I tried to change the 
subject, but she kept on and on about sex and marriage and there was no 
heading her off. She went into the intimate details of her life with Lee. He 
was a real all-around camper and she hated it when he went down on her 
because he just wouldn't quit. The smell of her sex and the fluids she 
expelled when she came just drove him out of his head and he sucked her so 
hard she was sure that everything was going to be dragged out of her. That 
kind of talk. 

So, she said it all got to be too much for her. She had suggested to Lee 
then, that they join a group and they began looking around until, finally, 
they found a group that they liked. They had been members for two years, but 
they had kept it a secret because what they did was their own business. 

I guess I just stared at her in open mouthed amazement because I had never 
even suspected. She smiled at my surprise. 

"Well," she said, "don't look so shocked. Lots of young, married couples are 
joining groups and having all sorts of fun. And why not? You only live once 
and while sex may be lots of fun with your husband, it's a hundred times 
nicer with somebody else's husband. Oh, we have a very sophisticated group 
and we switch off and try everything. I don't know why, but after hearing 
Harry talk the other night, I just thought you two might be interested in 
joining a group. It's lots of fun and the guys and gals are all very 
wonderful. If you want, maybe we can get you in." 

I just sat and stared at Connie, too astonished to say anything. Then I 
said, "But, you're so pretty, so truly lovely. Why would you join a club?" 

Connie laughed at me. "Honey," she said, "the groups want the pretty ones. 
Who wants to bang an ugly broad? No one. So, the real pretty wives are at a 
premium. You'd be a real prize." 

 Rhoda went on to say that she was so amazed by what Connie was telling her 
that she just couldn't accept the whole idea all at once. The two girls were 
in Rhoda's kitchen having some coffee and Rhoda got up and poured some more 
into Connie's cup and her own. She insists that the idea of joining such a 
group was the furthest thing from her mind. She had always thought such 
clubs were evil and horrible. But Connie and Lee were handsome young people 
and their marriage seemed quite sound. Why would they do it? Connie tried to 
explain it all to her. 

She and Lee had become quite jaded with their own sex life and they thought 
that joining a club might provide new thrills for them and maybe teach them 
a few new tricks. And they certainly had learned plenty. 

Rhoda admits that once Connie confided in her she was anxious to hear all 
about what took place at a typical club meeting and Connie didn't mind 
telling her. 

 "Well, we have about forty members now," Connie said, "and most of them are 
married couples. We have two girls who are single and two guys, but they are 
most welcome. We rarely get together all at once. At a usual meeting maybe 
seven or eight couples will show up and the meetings are usually held in a 
big old house where this one couple lives. They are very lovely people and 
the club pays for the privilege of meeting there; you know, like helping out 
with the rent? I don't think Don and Ida, that's the couple, ever use the 
money. They spend it on equipment and dildoes." 

 Rhoda knew a bit about equipment, but she wanted to hear all of the details 
so she persuaded Connie to tell her what equipment the group possessed. 
Connie obliged. 

Her group had several fancy upholstered racks for disciplining, thick 
perforated straps that were used for flogging a subject and an extensive 
collection of whips and other flagellating tools as well as several black 
leather costumes that were worn by those who would wield the whips. There 
were many remarkably lifelike dildoes of varying sizes, complete with 
testicular developments as well as bulbs and hoses that permitted the user 
to expel a discharge whenever desired. The whole thing was quite amazing to 
Rhoda and she discovered that she was becoming sexually excited just 
listening to Connie talk about such things. Connie went on to add that her 
group had their own drugstore, practically. Just in case anyone needed first 
aid after a session with the whips. Too, there was a large collection of 
oils and unguents and salves that had a very special purpose. The females 
were required to shave their pubic area and thereafter keep it clean by 
using a depilatory cream. However, on a meeting night the girls would shave 
just before they left for a meeting. 

"That's to open all the pores," Connie explained. "Then, when the fun and 
games begin each girl has to massage some lotion into her whole sexual area, 
and once that starts working, man, you just get so excited you can't sit 
still you just keep on coming all the time. Some of the guys keep themselves 
shaved too, but most of them don't. They never know when they may have to be 
examined or something. But we have other things, too. Some guys are repelled 
by a girl's hairless cunt. They feel like they are raping a child, so we 
have hairpieces that a girl can attach just in case the guy wants it that 
way. A pussy toupee." 

I was sure then that Connie was kidding me, but she was not. They actually 
did have hairpieces. 

"Hell," Connie said, "there's nothing unusual about that. It is so common, 
they have a name for them. Get out a big dictionary and look up the word 
merkin. That's what they are called." 

I had a large dictionary and left Connie long enough to look up the word. I 
was surprised to learn that Connie had told me the truth. From then on, I 
accepted everything else that Connie had said as truth, too. When I returned 
to the kitchen table, my senses were reeling and I was filled with a sensual 
agitation that was most unusual. 

I asked Connie to tell me more and she did. She explained that all sorts of 
sex acts were practiced, that they played lots of interesting games. "For 
instance," she said, "there is one game that is very popular. It's mates. 
Each person is given a small piece of cardboard with a number on it. The two 
people who have the same number spend an hour having sex together. All 
number holders find their partner and enjoy an hour of bed thrills." 

I wondered what happened if two boys or two girls were mated. Connie just 
smiled and said that that was the purpose of the game. Lots of members 
really enjoyed homosexual acts and the game made them do what they wanted to 
do anyway. She went on to say that she loved making love to another girl. 
She couldn't help it. That was the way she was made. I was disgusted by that 
idea. 

"I couldn't ever do that," I said, positively. 

Connie just smiled at me, then asked if I'd ever tried it. I told her no. 
Connie just smiled again. 

"You'll get around to it," she said. "You will, believe me." 

Connie told me that she wasn't recruiting for her club, that she just 
thought that since we were such close friends, I should know all about her. 
She suggested that I think things over and if I decided that I might like my 
life to change, well, we could talk about it then. 

Connie changed the subject and we sat and finished our coffee; then Connie 
went home. I kept everything that Connie had told me to myself. I didn't 
even tell Harry. But, one night after I'd been particularly 
over-enthusiastic in my use of his sexual organs and he was a bit inflamed 
and sore because of my exceptional sucking of his prick, I teased him and 
asked him if he wanted to get some help with me. "Maybe we can join a sex 
club and that way I'll have many cocks to suck," I said. He gave me a 
startled look and then grinned. He said maybe I had a good idea. He could 
use a little relief. 

It was all kidding and teasing, but I think Harry got to thinking about it 
because about a week later he referred to my remark again and we actually 
sat down and discussed it. That was when I told him about Connie and Lee. 
And I think the possibility of getting his hands on Connie affected him 
quite seriously. He actually began thinking about it all quite earnestly. 

One night, about a week later, we had Lee and Connie over and we asked them 
to talk to us about the club and why they felt that they wanted to be 
involved so intimately with total strangers. Connie, of course, had told Lee 
about her talk with me and that she and I had discussed the possibility of 
at least talking about it. 

Frankly, I was very much excited sexually the night we talked and just 
listening to Lee repeat the same things Connie had talked about with me kept 
me in a state of high excitement. 

The first time we talked about swapping and sex groups, Harry just listened 
while Lee and Connie talked. Harry had a silly, lopsided grin on his face 
all the time Lee was telling him about the way the club was run and he 
couldn't take his eyes off Connie. She was giving him a very sweet smile and 
I knew that he was getting steamed up, but I didn't mind that. As soon as 
Lee and Connie went home I knew my Harry would be ready for attention and he 
would sure get it. That's the way it turned out, too. 

Just talking about joining a club had gotten Harry so sexually stimulated it 
took me hours to exhaust him and he went down on me, too, for a long, long 
time. So we knew that the idea of extramarital sex was certainly appealing 
to us anyway. 

The next day, I went over to Connie's house to have coffee with her and we 
talked some more. Connie was wearing a transparent negligee and I was able 
to see the naked flesh of her beautiful breasts arid the stiff pink nipples 
through the gauzy garment. She teased me about my reaction to girl flesh 
when I guess it became apparent that I was very much affected. I was 
trembling. But we laughed about that and after we had finished our coffee, 
Connie invited me to come into her bedroom and keep her company while she 
dressed. I was eager to accompany her and once inside the bedroom, Connie 
removed her robe and walked around naked for a time, hunting the things that 
she was going to put on. 

She was unbelievably gorgeous. Her breasts were so beautiful, so firm and 
bewitching. I guess I inspected them pretty intently. Connie was smiling as 
she caught me looking at them. The nipples stuck straight out just like tiny 
strawberries and they were the same color. She had a tiny waist and her 
softly rounded hips flared out and her legs were perfect. She looked a bit 
odd with no hair on her pussy, but that was only at first, then it was 
exciting and sort of naughty. When she turned and walked over to her bureau 
to get out her stockings I gazed at the sweet roundness of her buttocks and 
realized that I was gasping for breath and was in bad shape. Watching her 
was affecting me the same way that fooling with Harry did, but it was even 
worse. 

When she got her stockings, she sat down on the edge of a chair. She had her 
legs wide open and I was looking at the tiny lips of her cunny and I was 
sure that she was doing it to me deliberately, I mean letting me look at her 
there. She changed her mind about the stockings, came over to me and put her 
arms around my shoulders. I was shivering like I had a chill and I was on 
fire between my legs. Connie slipped to her knees in front of me and smiled 
up at me and my agitation. I was utterly helpless and she knew it. When she 
slid her hand up my thigh, I just moved my hips forward and opened my legs. 
She giggled because I didn't have any panties on. Later, when we talked, we 
wondered if I had left them off deliberately, hoping for such contact. 

She began using her fingers in my pussy, and as soon as I started squirming 
and reacting to her hands, she simply slid her face into my crotch and then 
her tongue slid up inside me and I was coming in seconds. It was a sweet, 
intense orgasm, overwhelming in its magnitude and I was shaking violently, 
almost falling off the chair. When Connie stopped, I almost died. She stood 
up and took my hand; and then we were on the bed with her mouth there again 
and I went out of my skull with pure ecstasy. Connie was on top of me and I 
realized that her delicate little cunny was just above my mouth. 
Instinctively, I'm sure, I found it and then I was tasting her and as soon 
as I slid my tongue inside the tiny little opening, she came. I could feel 
the heavy, powerful convulsions in her and I realized that I was having an 
orgasm, too. I knew then that I had found a new experience, a new delight 
and making love to Connie's pussy was even nicer than doing the same thing 
to Harry. In a very short time we both lost control and then we were like 
animals with each other and kept right on making love for hours. 

When physical exhaustion forced the two girls into a rest period, they 
talked and Rhoda admitted to Connie that she had discovered something new 
about herself. Making love to a girl was not like doing it with a man. The 
thrills were greater and the hungers impossible to describe. Connie, 
conscious of her lesbianism, agreed, explaining to Rhoda that one of the 
reasons that she enjoyed the club so much was that she got ample opportunity 
there to indulge her lesbian instincts to the utmost. And she had to find a 
way to satisfy her hungers. She was glad that they had tried each other 
because she had enjoyed making love to Rhoda and she said they would try it 
again in just a little while. 

Rhoda undressed and then lay on the bed while Connie made ardent love to 
her, explaining the techniques involved as she went along and when the 
stimulation became too much for Rhoda, Connie slid her mouth up the smooth 
flesh of Rhoda's thighs and then performed cunnilingus until Rhoda's orgasms 
calmed her. Then Connie resumed her lovemaking with renewed vigor. 

Rhoda explained that Connie kissed her mouth, petted her, then inserted her 
tongue deep inside Rhoda's mouth, stimulating her with passionate, tender 
kisses; and while they were necking, Connie's hands and fingers played with 
her breasts, then Connie's mouth spent a great deal of time with Rhoda's 
nipples. Rhoda said that Connie enjoyed giving her "a trip around the 
world," kissing everything, making love with tongue and teeth and crawling 
lips and using her hands to further inflame the tactile flesh until Rhoda 
began panting and shuddering in an excess of sensual stimulation. When that 
point was reached, Connie again used her mouth to ease the tensions in her 
sexual organs and then it all began again. 

Rhoda reports that in spite of her enjoyment of Connie's lovemaking, she was 
filled with a desire to do the same things to Connie. She wanted to kiss and 
love the girl's body and she was drooling with a hunger to taste Connie's 
sexual excretions. This was an overpowering compulsion and she finally 
reached the point where she was begging Connie to be allowed to make love to 
her, too. Connie consented and lay still, letting Rhoda learn the intricate 
delicacies of girl lovemaking, Rhoda was an eager pupil and Connie coached 
her and directed her as Rhoda made love to every part of Connie's body. 
Connie had performed analingus on her and demanded the same from Rhoda, who 
obliged her with what she claims as "apparent delight." This, after 
expecting to be repelled by the request, she says, became something she did 
quite naturally. It happened without her being actually aware of what she 
was doing. 

The two girls spent the entire day in love-making. By the time Rhoda went 
home to her own house she was a confirmed lesbian and not at all distressed 
by the knowledge. 

In the days that followed, she and Connie indulged themselves without 
reservation and life became, Rhoda claims, an experience of exceptional 
pleasures for her. While she was shamelessly making love to Connie all day, 
she would find that she was equally ardent for the night of love-making with 
Harry. Such extreme sensuality soon began to worry her a bit, but not enough 
for her to seek help. 

After the two girls developed a steady relationship of lesbian lovemaking, 
there was no further talk of the club, or of Rhoda and Harry's joining. She 
says that she and Connie were just too busy with their "newfound happiness." 

Naturally, during their long hours of love-making they talked a great deal 
and Rhoda confessed her fondness for fellatio and the male product that 
Harry dispensed with such generosity and Connie admitted that she, too, was 
an addict. 

One morning, shortly after that conversation, Rhoda went into Connie's house 
and found her still in bed. Connie was full of giggles and secret smiles and 
was eager for Rhoda to make love to her right away. Rhoda, eager to comply, 
got into bed with Connie. 

Connie was especially lubricous and I feasted on the sweetness of her cunt. 
Her own ardor forced Connie into many voluptuous orgasms and she finally 
shifted in the bed and found my pussy. We then began a frantic sixty-nine 
that lasted for hours. 

We exhausted ourselves and then I helped Connie fix our lunch. While we were 
eating, Connie revealed that she had persuaded Lee, her husband, to have sex 
with her before he went to work. When I became aware of the reason for 
Connie's excessive lubricity, I was at first repelled, but then, after I 
thought about it, I was quite delighted. There was something so deliciously 
naughty about something like that, I thought. I told Connie how I felt about 
it and we decided that Connie would repeat that little trick each morning, 
and after Lee left for work, I'd find her quite enticing. 

This plan worked beautifully. Lee accepted Connie's explanation of her early 
morning passions. She told me that she told him that she always got hot when 
she first woke up, that she wanted him then. Well rested after a good 
night's sleep, Lee was always quite willing to accommodate her, Connie said, 
so I found myself, in a way, enjoying the fruits of two men and was pleased 
by the way things had worked out for me. 

The inevitable happened one morning when Lee forgot something and returned 
for it, only to find his wife and the girl next door locked together in 
frantic lovemaking. Rhoda says that she was so deeply enmeshed in sensual 
pleasures she was totally unconscious of Lee's presence in the bedroom and 
Connie's frantic attempts to dislodge her failed to do so immediately. After 
a time, it dawned on her that something was amiss and her senses returned to 
her. She saw that Lee was in the room with them, but she was too sensually 
involved to really care. He was sitting in a chair beside the bed, smiling 
at them, apparently amused by the situation. 

It was Connie who asked him if he had to go to work. Why couldn't he call in 
and take the day off? Lee said he could do that and left the room for a 
short time. Connie tried to explain things to Rhoda, but she was too far 
gone to know or care about anything other than the excessive and demanding 
passions that were raging in her loins. When Lee returned to the bedroom, he 
was grinning broadly. 

He undressed and climbed into the bed with the two girls and Connie told him 
what Rhoda liked most. He then simply sat up and let her get her mouth on 
his already inflamed sexual organ. While Rhoda fellated him hungrily, he 
kissed Connie and made ardent love to her, shifting finally so that he could 
perform cunnilingus for her while she did the same thing for Rhoda. 

Rhoda had no idea how long the initial activities took, but she reached a 
point where she was alert enough to accept Lee's huge organ into her vagina 
and enjoy an extended period of eager copulation with him, while Connie 
watched and used her fingers to stimulate her husband's testicles to greater 
excitement. 

The three of them spent most of the day in frenzied sexual acts that 
included copulation with both women on the part of Lee; then, while he was 
copulating with Connie, she was performing cunnilingus on Rhoda. When Lee 
was finished with Connie, Rhoda performed cunnilingus with Connie. Later, 
when Lee was capable, he asked the girls to reverse positions and then 
copulated with Rhoda. 

At one point during the day, Rhoda says, Connie brought out a dildo that she 
used when sodomizing Lee and Rhoda was amazed at the lifelike sexual gadget 
and the flesh-colored harness that fixed it firmly in place on Connie's 
hairless pubis. Rhoda says she discovered that she enjoyed anal intercourse 
and was particularly pleased when she was allowed to wear the dildo and 
sodomize both of her neighbors. 

When it was time for Rhoda to return to her own home, the trio managed to 
talk and do some plotting. It was decided that Harry would be persuaded to 
join in their "fun and games" as a prelude to applying for club membership. 

A few nights later, Connie and Lee visited with Harry and Rhoda and the 
subject of joining a sex group was broached again. Oddly enough, Harry was 
the one to express the most interest. He was unaware of the fact that Rhoda 
was in the habit of enjoying sex with both Lee and Connie while he was at 
work and he was concerned that Rhoda might not want to join a group. Rhoda 
was deliberately diffident and girlish in her attitude and it was decided 
that perhaps the four of them might try swapping. 

Harry, Rhoda said, was so eager to get at Connie that he couldn't wait to 
get started, but Lee and Connie suggested that Harry and Rhoda give the 
matter due consideration, and if they still felt that they wanted to consort 
and cavort sexually with their neighbors, the orgy would begin the following 
Friday evening and continue for the whole weekend. 

The next day, while Rhoda and Connie were making love as usual, Connie told 
Rhoda that she and Lee had deliberately put Harry off, so to speak, knowing 
that he would be climbing the walls by the end of the week. And he was. 

By Friday evening Harry was just dying to begin playing games with the 
neighbors and when Lee and Connie called and invited them over, Harry and 
Rhoda simply went next door with the clear understanding that they would 
remain there for the whole weekend. 

Once we got inside Connie's house, Harry couldn't wait to get his clothes 
off, Rhoda said. His eagerness sort of covered up my lack of embarrassment. 
Connie and I went into the master bedroom and took everything off and when 
we joined the men they were naked, too. It was as simple as that. Connie 
went over to Harry and pushed him down into a chair, then climbed onto his 
lap. He was already up and when Connie touched his rod he started shaking. 
Handling Connie's breasts with one hand, he had the other in her crotch. The 
way he was carrying on I was sure he would pop before he got a chance to do 
anything, but Connie must have figured that out too, because she slid off 
his lap and then used her mouth. It didn't matter then how fast he came. She 
gave him a really nice time of it for a while and I didn't mind because I 
was sitting on Lee's lap and his big rod was way up inside of me. 

Rhoda's description of the weekend orgy that followed was very similar to 
what is usual in such cases of neighbors swapping mates. The first night, 
she and Lee shared one bed while Harry and Connie shared another. In the 
morning both couples had a session of sex with their bed partners before 
breakfast. By the time the morning meal was concluded the men were ready for 
more sex and when they were exhausted the girls eventually aroused the men 
again and they were invited to "join the fun," which they did promptly. 

According to Rhoda's statement, the weekend finally exhausted all of them 
and by Sunday night they were quite content to sit and talk. It was decided 
then that Rhoda and Harry would be invited to the next meeting of the swap 
club that Lee and Connie belonged to, if it could be arranged. 

During the week that followed, the four of them continued their new sport, 
visiting in each other's houses and each other's beds. Lee arrived home one 
evening to say that he had talked with the membership committee at the club 
and that they were delighted to invite Harry and Rhoda to be guests at the 
next meeting. This was to be in another ten days and during that time Connie 
and Lee took it upon themselves to initiate their neighbors into every 
possible experience they might encounter at the club meeting. Both Rhoda and 
Harry had to submit to spankings and whippings at the hands of Lee and 
Connie, but, perversely, Harry and Rhoda thrilled to corporeal punishment 
and experienced reactions that were, for them, pure splendor. They began 
looking forward to their initiation into the swap group with great joy. 

The actual group session, however, turned out to be rather tame to Rhoda and 
Harry. They had been having as much fun, if not more, with their attractive 
neighbors, Rhoda says. There were initiation activities, but Harry and Rhoda 
simply enjoyed them. Over a period of time, Rhoda was required to fellate 
each of the men present while Harry was required to perform cunnilingus on 
each of the women. The guests were all beautiful people and Harry and Rhoda 
enjoyed themselves to the fullest, but when .the meeting was at an end they 
went home and joined their neighbors in yet another session of unbridled 
sensuality. This became a way of life for them. 

Rhoda says that she and her husband joined the club and became devoted 
members, but she has become worried that her sensuality had gotten too far 
out of hand and she sought psychiatric help. 

One of the direct distillations of her constant association with Connie and 
Lee is the knowledge that she has fallen desperately in love with Connie and 
her state of mind has been threatening the foundations of two marriages. For 
this reason, she feels that she needs help. 

The therapist in his notes offers little hope of change for Rhoda. Convinced 
that she was a latent lesbian who simply became overt because of her 
preoccupation with bisexual activities, the therapist was convinced that 
Rhoda's desire to change was spurious and her recital a form of catharsis 
that did little for her. 

The psychiatrists are quite familiar with cases such as Rhoda presented and 
many of them regard the possibility of a real change in her sexual 
personality as well-nigh impossible. 

Many blame Sigmund Freud's oft-repeated assertion that suppressing one's 
sexual needs may induce neurosis for the uninhibited for the bizarre 
sensualism thriving in our midst today; and many of those who are deeply 
involved with the swingers and the swappers, or are homosexual by nature and 
work at it, will offer good and sufficient reason for their complete sexual 
freedom. 

After all, no one wants a neurosis. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

While it is true that lesbians come in all shapes and sizes, our present 
society has become well aware of the bull dyke and the mannish type and are 
prepared to accept them as emotional deviates. But these are fast 
disappearing types and it is almost impossible to recognize a lesbian 
nowadays. 

In his recent book, Sick Sex, Dr. John H. Somers, a practicing psychiatrist, 
says that there are at least four types of lesbians: the successful 
businesswoman type who still wants to be boss once she has made a conquest; 
the small, delicately made female who exudes femininity but matches the 
preceding type in aggressiveness once contact has been made; then there is 
the shy, timid girl who is susceptible to lesbian activity only because 
there is no outlet for heterosexual love at hand and whose sexual hungers 
force her into submission; finally, of course, there is the real pro and 
this type is not the girl who can stomach marriage or a man. She is in 
direct competition with men and her whole psychic structure is arranged for 
sexual love with another female. 

Many authorities tend to believe that the shy, timid type is the one who 
most often tries marriage and often succeeds in making it work. Doctor 
Somers says that this type, in spite of her submissive nature, may and often 
does, find exceedingly great satisfaction with a male and it is possible for 
her to turn her back upon lesbian relationships and become quite content 
with heterosexual love and a husband. 

Unfortunately, her shy and submissive personality often places her in dire 
jeopardy when she encounters a lesbian who recognizes her personality 
pattern and knows how to use it for her own purposes. Continuing his remarks 
about the timid, submissive type, Doctor Somers points out that many 
lesbians deliberately seek such types not only because the weak personality 
and submissive nature makes their own aggressiveness seem much more 
powerful, more masculine, but because the shy ones are easily exploited for 
the sheer perverted pleasures of the dominant ones. When a dedicated and 
perverted lesbian encounters the submissive type, the results of such a 
meeting are often quite amazing. 

Oddly enough, when shy and timid girls marry, they seem to choose the same 
type of personality in the men they marry, or, perhaps, to put it into other 
words, it is quite likely that two timid and submissive types will marry and 
often get along quite well until something happens to upset the apple cart 
of their marriage. 

Many of the shy girls, who have a rough time of it just living, are often 
persuaded or dominated by others to an extent that would seem to be 
unbelievable. And their sexuality can also be directed, or controlled, to 
the point where lesbian or homosexual sex, for them, is just as much fun as 
heterosexual activity. 

Discussing this facet of the human personality, Dr. Alfred C. Kinsey, in 
Sexual Behavior In The Human Female, says: 

There are some persons whose sexual reactions and sociosexual activities are 
directed only toward individuals of their own sex. There are others whose 
psychosexual reactions and sociosexual activities are directed, throughout 
their lives, only toward individuals of the opposite sex. These are the 
extreme patterns which are labeled homosexuality and heterosexuality. There 
remains, however, among both females and males, a considerable number of 
persons who include both homosexual and heterosexual responses and/or 
activities in their histories. This group of persons is identified in the 
literature as bisexual. 

That there are individuals who react psychologically to both females and 
males and who have overt sexual relations with both females and males in the 
course of their lives, or in any single period of their lives, is a fact of 
which many persons are unaware; and many of those who are academically aware 
of it still fail to comprehend the realities of the situation. It is a 
characteristic of the human mind that it tries to dichotomize in its 
classification of phenomena. Things either are so, or they are not so. 
Sexual behavior is either normal or abnormal; and many persons do not want 
to believe that there are graduations in these matters from one to the other 
extreme. 

Doctor Kinsey's research teams flourished quite a long time ago and much has 
been learned since about present-day sexuality, but little of our present 
learning conflicts with Kinsey. The facts would suggest, however, that the 
bisexuals are on the increase and many of those who are involved in the mate 
swapping groups, or the sex clubs, admit that the bisexual has a much better 
time of it and those who are not bisexual are rather quickly converted. In a 
recent newspaper article it was stated that an estimated fourteen million 
people are now mate swapping and indulging in bizarre sexual acts. and it is 
said, most of these people become bisexual; at least they do when performing 
in group sex. 

One very pretty young lady, discussing this facet of today's swinging 
groups, said, "Well, after all, a guy can do just so much and when he's down 
and you're still on fire, you have to do something, so a session of 
lesbianism can seem quite attractive. So, lots of the girls have gotten into 
the habit of making it with another girl while the guy she is using builds 
up again." 

The conditional response syndrome is apparently a part of such a sexual 
program. Girls who are forced to accept lesbian acts as a form of penance, 
or forfeit, which the clubs do exact, can in time become quite pleasurable 
and utterly desirable as a source of sensual ecstasy. Just as Pavlov's dogs 
were trained to respond to certain stimuli, human sexuality can be 
manipulated; and because this is true, many odd situations can develop. 

 CASE HISTORY 

Beth P. is a very pretty brunette with a stunning figure, in spite of the 
fact that she is only five feet tall. She is twenty-three and has been 
married for four years. Her husband, Elwood, is three years older and like 
Beth, he is short. He earns an excellent living as a draftsman and the two 
live in a big old house on the outskirts of the city. 

I have always been very shy and actually timid and I had a really bad time 
of it in high school. For some reason, a lot of boys wanted to take me out, 
but I was afraid to go out, mainly because I knew that I had no defenses 
against anyone who was at all aggressive. So, I pretended that my parents 
wouldn't let me go out and that was that. 

But I have always been very much oversexed. I began masturbating when I was 
still a child and the intense pleasure that my own body could provide for me 
seemed to increase as I grew older. I was still a virgin when I met Elwood. 
I guess we were sort of drawn together because he is shy and timid, too and 
I was never afraid of him. When we got married, we hit it off sexually right 
from the start because Elwood is also very sexy. 

After a rather hurried honeymoon, Beth and Elwood rented the big house they 
live in now and became very busy with furnishing their new home and settling 
down to a life together. Beth describes their sexual life as the ordinary 
kiss, pet and coitus pattern. They yearned to try some of the other things 
they read about, but both were too timid and their sex life settled into a 
pattern that became routine and dull, she says. 

Elwood isn't built very large in his privates, Beth says, but he makes up 
for that in how many times he can do it. But, even at that, there were so 
many nights when I would get up and go into the bathroom and use my hand to 
finish me off. and during the day when I was at home alone, I would 
masturbate at least once a day. I just couldn't help myself. 

In spite of her inadequate sex life, Beth never once talked about her needs 
with her husband. She says she was always afraid that he would think her a 
slut. So, she just continued with her constant masturbatory practices, life 
went on routinely and she became resigned to her marriage and its 
inadequacies, letting it go at that. Although her life was not exciting, it 
was tolerable, she says. 

Two days after Elwood and I were married, Beth says, we just didn't have 
money for furniture and things so I tried to economize wherever I could. I 
found this old, used, living room set and I just loved its looks, but it 
needed re-upholstering. We couldn't afford to have it done right away, but 
we decided to buy the set and have it redone when we had the money. It took 
us two years before we had enough to call someone in and get an estimate. By 
then Elwood was making lots of money and we could afford nice material. So I 
called this company and they said that they would send us an estimator. 

The very next morning, the doorbell rang and when I answered it, there was 
this beautiful young blonde girl standing on the porch. She smiled and told 
me that her name was Vivian and that she was the estimator I was expecting. 
She was so beautiful and so well dressed, I guess she sort of overwhelmed 
me. I let her in and she followed me into the living room. She took a tape 
measure out of her purse and began taking measurements. I explained to her 
about how I liked the set and wanted to keep it. She agreed that it was 
excellent furniture and just needed redoing. She would see what she could 
do. 

When I offered her some coffee, she accepted. While I went out to the 
kitchen to get the coffee, she went out to her car for the sample book of 
fabrics. We sat down and she showed me all sorts of fabrics, but I just 
couldn't make up my mind. As I began apologizing for my indecision, she just 
smiled and told me to take all the time I wanted. After all, we'd have to 
live with it for a long, long time. 

Vivian affected me rather oddly right from the start. She had a wonderful 
figure filling her stylish dress and her legs were exquisite in her high 
heels and sleek sheer hose. Something about her beauty made me a bit 
tongue-tied, I guess. She gave me a price for what I wanted done, which was 
all right, but I just couldn't make up my mind about the fabric. She asked 
me finally if I would like her to stop in, in the evening and consult with 
my husband and myself. Perhaps we could come to a decision if we had a 
conference. I agreed to that and she left. As soon as she was gone, I was 
lonely. The fragrance of her perfume lingered in the house and I couldn't 
stop thinking about her. 

It's strange, probably, but I kept thinking about Vivian all day. She was so 
impressive, so beautiful, so sure of herself. She was everything that I had 
always wanted to be. I don't know why, but thinking about her and 
remembering her beautiful figure, her pretty face and flashing smile seemed 
to affect me oddly. I became exceptionally aroused. I couldn't imagine why. 

Perhaps I should say that I have always had the problem of being assailed by 
an irresistible sensuality, for no apparent reason at all, and unless I did 
something about it promptly, the condition would worsen and I wouldn't be 
able to think of anything else. The need to relieve myself would grow so 
painful or, at least, imperative, that my whole person would become involved 
and my brain would cease to function properly. In other words, I would be 
overwhelmed by sexuality and actually at the mercy of my glands. So, when I 
reached that stage thinking about Vivian, I assumed it was just the usual 
wave of sensuality making itself felt and I spent a long time in the 
bathroom masturbating furiously and spending myself in great, shuddering 
bursts of wild ecstasy. I couldn't help myself. 

Vivian came to see us right after we had had our dinner. She was beautifully 
dressed, looking like she was going out on a date after she finished with 
us. She met Elwood and it seemed to me that she kept glancing at him from 
time to time all the while we were talking. There was a glint of amusement 
in her lovely eyes all the time she was with us. I couldn't understand that. 
There was nothing amusing about my indecision and I just couldn't make up my 
mind about the fabric I wanted for my furniture. 

Finally, Vivian glanced at her watch and stood up. She suggested that she 
stop in and visit with me the following day; she would bring some other 
sample cases. That sounded fine too and Vivian went her way. Elwood and I 
sat around telling each other how beautiful she was, how self-possessed she 
was. Elwood liked her very much. 

The following day, Vivian showed up again at our house, about ten in the 
morning. We looked at fabric samples, had coffee and talked. Vivian asked a 
lot of questions and told me that it was really a pleasure to meet me and my 
handsome young husband. I told her that we liked her very much, too. 

Somehow, the talk got around to sex. Vivian said that she was not married, 
that she was only twenty-five and that she resented men and the way they 
wanted to use a girl's body for their own pleasure without any consideration 
for the girl's needs. This kind of talk inspired confidence in me and I 
found myself discussing the intimate details of my life with Elwood. 
Surprisingly, I discovered that I was exceptionally aroused sexually, just 
talking with Vivian. 

Vivian kept watching me and smiling. We were both sitting on the living room 
floor and I noticed that her beautiful eyes were the deepest shade of blue 
and were soft and affectionate. She was staring at me and knowing that I was 
very much aroused sexually, it made me exceedingly nervous. It seemed to me 
that she knew exactly what was wrong with me and that terrified me. She 
seemed able to look right down into my soul, her sweet smile tender and 
sympathetic. 

All of a sudden I couldn't talk anymore; I felt like a fly impaled upon the 
point of a pin. Vivian just stared and I began to shake. She reached out, 
touched my arm with her dainty hand and I began to shake even worse than 
before. 

"I'm so sorry," she said softly. "I didn't want you to get upset. I had no 
idea you'd be so responsive. Really, I didn't." 

I couldn't think of anything to say. She caught my hand, then stood up and 
helped me up onto my feet. 

"Come along, honey," she said. "I guess we'd better do something about you. 
And in a hurry." 

She led me into my bedroom, sat down in the chair and put her hands on my 
hips. Her eyes were almost purple as she held my waist in her hands. 

"Shall I undress you, dearie?" she said. "Or will you do it? Can you do it?" 

The way I was shaking, I didn't think I could undress. It didn't occur to me 
that this was an unusual development, that she was being quite aggressive 
about things. I was on fire with sexual heat and it was so intense my brain 
wouldn't work and I couldn't breathe. I was shaking violently and gasping 
for air. The more she looked at me, the worse it got. Vivian put her hands 
up and began unbuttoning my blouse; she unhooked my bra and then she was 
staring at my naked breasts, seeming to know that they were hurting me. They 
felt like they were going to burst with sexual energy and when she handled 
the tingling nipples in her fingertips I almost passed out. 

My crotch was on fire and it felt like my sexual organs were working in and 
out like a bellows, with tiny little bursts of exquisite orgasms pulsating 
between my legs. Vivian touched her cheek to my breasts and nuzzled her face 
in them. When she unhooked my skirt and let it drop to the floor, I was 
absolutely naked and putty in her hands. But I was nutty putty, eager for 
her touch, dying with a very special kind of thirst. When she pushed me down 
onto my bed, I was incapable of resistance. She got on the bed with me and 
her mouth glued itself to mine. I almost died with ecstasy as I felt her 
tongue in my mouth, seeking and thrilling me. When she slid her face away 
and I knew her mouth was against my pussy, her tongue sliding inside me, her 
lips covering my sex, I began moaning and gasping with excruciating 
sensations; a whole torrent of orgasms began in me and I couldn't stop 
shaking and squirming. I was crying and sobbing and I never wanted her to 
stop. I never wanted it to end. I was in heaven and I never wanted to leave. 

Beth's description of her state prior to Vivian's assault upon her person 
can be believed. Many of those who deal with such types state that the 
sensuality of such individuals, once aroused, may progress to the point 
where a virtual state of catatonia can exist with the person aware of 
nothing other than the driving, irresistible demands of their bodies. When 
such a condition is arrived at, the individual is helpless and in desperate 
need of relief. 

Vivian's lovemaking continued for some hours and Beth reports that she 
sustained orgasms of tremendous intensity and incredible pleasure. She made 
no evaluations at the time, but she did enjoy the blonde girl's efforts and 
spent a long, long time in expending her sexual energies. 

When she finally regained her senses and was aware of what had taken place, 
she sat up in her own bed and saw that Vivian was again sitting in the 
chair, calmly smoking a cigarette while she waited for Beth to become 
composed. The blonde girl was smiling and seemed quite happy about things. 

Beth was aware that she had spent a long period of time in excessive 
enjoyment of intense pleasures and she was properly grateful to Vivian, but 
a bit uncertain as to what to say. Vivian asked her if she had had a nice 
time and when Beth nodded, Vivian smiled and said that she was sorry to be 
so aggressive, but Beth's distress had become obvious and she felt that she 
had to do something before Beth suffered convulsions. Beth found herself 
thanking Vivian. Vivian accepted her gratitude but told Beth that she would 
stay with her for the rest of the day because she had some very definite 
needs of her own. 

A moment later Vivian told Beth that she was hungry and would like some 
lunch. Then she gave Beth a direct order to get up, compose herself and fix 
something to eat. Beth obeyed promptly and without really doing much 
thinking about things. She was aware, she says, of a delicious lassitude and 
a sense of calm. She went to the kitchen with Vivian and the older girl sat 
at the table, waiting for some lunch. 

While Beth was preparing the food, she tried to control the situation by 
saying that she was still trying to make up her mind as to the color and 
fabric she wanted on the living room furniture and would try to come to a 
decision promptly. 

Vivian told her not to bother. When Beth stared at her, trying to 
comprehend, Vivian smiled. 

"I will decide about the furniture," Vivian said firmly, Beth states. "As a 
matter of fact, I have already made up my mind about it. I've decided that 
it shall be a bright, rich red." 

Beth protested that she didn't like red. She wouldn't have it red. Vivian 
sighed and stood up, stepping close to Beth. She gave her a sweet smile and 
then Vivian's hand flashed out and slapped Beth's face so hard that tears 
sprang from her eyes. Vivian hit her again and then again. She reached out 
and caught her fingers in Beth's hair and held her up like a doll while the 
other hand kept slapping Beth's face with a monotonous regularity that was a 
bit terrifying. The pain in Beth's face was growing and she was shaking, her 
brain spinning. She was suddenly conscious of a wave of sexual lust coming 
alive in her and growing by leaps and bounds. She could see, she says, that 
the tall blonde girl was enjoying herself and Beth was thoroughly 
intimidated and sexually affected by what was taking place. Her organs, Beth 
claims, were responding to the physical abuse with such copious expulsions 
that she could feel tiny rivulets of fluid running down her legs. Vivian's 
smile sparkled as she observed the reactions in Beth. She stopped hitting 
Beth and when she took her hands away, Beth slid to the floor, too overcome 
with paralyzing sensuality to stand. 

Vivian told Beth to get up immediately or she would give her a real beating 
right then and there. Beth says that when the girl threatened her with a 
beating, she immediately responded with an enormous orgasm and couldn't 
move. She was enjoying excessive sexual pleasure and could not understand 
why. In some dim way she knew that she was responding sexually to the older 
girl's domination and power and the fear of further abuse kept her locked in 
a massive orgasm. 

Vivian walked away from her then and finished fixing the sandwiches. She 
helped herself to a glass of milk and began eating, telling Beth to get up 
and eat, too. 

"I won't threaten you with a beating," Vivian told me, smiling. "That's what 
you're dying for. Just get up and eat and perhaps I'll punish you later in 
the day. Now move." 

I got to my feet and sat down in the chair across from Vivian. Vivian 
appeared very much amused by my distress. 

"You didn't really know what you were like?" Vivian asked me kindly. 

I shook my head. I had had no idea. Suddenly I was helpless in the face of 
forces I could not deal with. 

"From now on, my dear," Vivian said, "I will open the gates of heaven for 
you and teach you thrills and delights you never knew existed. Believe me, I 
will. Now hurry and eat." 

I sat and stared at her. I was amazed to hear myself saying, "I think I'll 
like the furniture red. I'm sure I will." 

"Of course you will," Vivian said gaily. "I'll have it picked up tomorrow 
morning and it will be back in just a few days." 

When we had finished eating, Vivian told me to leave the dishes and come 
upstairs with her. 

It was like I had no will of my own. It was just like I was a little child 
and Vivian would tell me what to do and I would try earnestly to please her. 
I wanted to please her. That suddenly became the most important thing in the 
world to me. When we went into my bedroom, Vivian told me to undress and I 
did without a word of protest. When I stood before her naked and saw that 
she found me attractive, I was filled with happiness. I stood very still and 
when she put her hand between my legs and began doing things to me I almost 
died with pleasure. She was smiling all the while she was masturbating me 
and she could see that I had already responded quite remarkably to her abuse 
of me in the kitchen. Her fingers were inducing orgasms in me and she knew 
it. She began talking to me very softly, her eyes staring into mine. 

"You are very lovely, Beth, dear," she said, "and from now on you and I will 
be friends. I will tell you what to do and how to do it and when to do it 
and you will have no other desires than those that I give to you. You will 
like that, won't you?" 

Just hearing her say such things got me all hot; I just nodded my head to 
let her know that I had heard and that I was pleased. The next moment I 
threw myself at her, grinding my thighs against her. 

A moment later Vivian asked me when Elwood got home. I was so shaken I had 
to stop and think who Elwood was. I told her then that he would not be home 
till after six. Vivian said that we would have lots of time. She began 
undressing then and I stood and watched. Vivian was beautifully built, firm 
breasts, wide, heart-shaped hips and splendid thighs. Her whole body was a 
creamy white texture and my wanting for her struck me like a heavy blow. 
Vivian's pubic area was bald, she must have shaved it and the beginning of 
her cleft, her vagina bewitched me. Vivian was becoming hot too, I could 
see. It was visible in her pretty face and her deep blue eyes. Her smile was 
slow and loose and when she lay down on the bed, she crooked her finger and 
I crawled onto the bed, nestling in the rich pink flesh between her legs. I 
was a bit clumsy, I guess, but Vivian coached me talking to me in a soft, 
crooning voice, directing me and then finally screeching when my tongue 
found its way into her vagina. 

Beth was hopelessly enmeshed in the pleasures of lesbianism and her 
responses were total. She simply could not get enough of the passion that 
was in the blonde girl and had no control over her appetites. She lost all 
sense of reason and awareness; she became an organism, pulsating, quivering 
and responding to every stimulus; all of her senses were involved. She heard 
the whimpering, frantic sounds of pleasure from the blonde girl; she could 
smell the scent of the female sexual organ; she could see the beauty of the 
lush hips and thighs; she could feel the flesh under her hands; and she 
could taste what she considered the exhilarating sweetness of the girl's 
loins. 

She says she gloried in the knowledge that she could provide pleasure for 
Vivian, could unleash the sensuality that was in the girl and could calm the 
frenzied storms that wracked the beautiful body that made her feel useful 
and wanted and needed. 

I spent the entire afternoon making love to Vivian, Beth says. Vivian taught 
me how to kiss her, to love the breasts, to cover the buttocks with tiny, 
excited kisses and to tease her between her thighs without making her come. 
When Vivian told me that she was a lesbian, I accepted it as fact. I knew 
from my own reactions that making love to Vivian gave me sensations of a 
richness and purity I had never imagined. 

An hour before Vivian dressed to leave, we talked and Vivian told me that 
she would have the furniture picked up in the morning and taken to the shop 
where it would be done as she wanted it. She said she would come to visit in 
the morning and spend the day with me. I was glad when she told me that. I 
believe I was already deeply in love with Vivian. 

Vivian left about an hour before Elwood came home. When he did, I was 
conscious of a sudden hatred for him, a wish that I could get rid of him so 
that Vivian and I could live out our days alone. But I didn't say anything. 
After dinner I just pleaded a headache and went to bed. Elwood stayed up to 
watch television alone. 

Next morning Vivian came at nine. When I opened the door for her, she was 
bursting with a surge of happiness. She was beautifully dressed and 
exceptionally pretty. She was filled with soft smiles and twinkling glances. 
She wore a soft green dress with an odd-looking belt. She was just gorgeous. 
I wanted so much to kiss her, but I controlled myself and offered her coffee 
instead. 

Vivian followed me out to the kitchen and while we were having coffee she 
told me that a couple of men were coming for the furniture and would be 
there at any moment. A few minutes later the doorbell rang and we both went 
to let the men in. There were two of them, handsome, blond muscle men and 
they carried the living-room set outside and put it on a truck. Then the two 
blond boys waved to Vivian and drove off. We went back to the kitchen and 
sat down again with our coffee. Vivian told me that two young men were dear 
friends of hers, that they worked for her. I learned then that Vivian owned 
the upholstering company and that the two young muscle men had worked for 
her for a long time. 

In the kitchen, I must've gotten hot for Vivian, again. At least Vivian told 
me that I was looking at her with eyes that were frankly adoring. I just 
smiled, happy that I could love so openly and so strongly. Vivian took my 
hand and said that it was time we went upstairs and had some fun. I agreed, 
of course, we locked the house and went up the stairs. When we were in my 
bedroom, I quickly got undressed and stood, waiting for instructions from 
Vivian. 

When Vivian removed her fancy belt, I just stared at it. It was actually a 
whip, thick at its stock, with a tapering body that curled around Vivian's 
waist and gold-plated catch, actually a sharply pointed hook that held the 
thin end and the tiny leather tongues that were at the tip. Vivian removed 
the gold catch and put it in her pocket. Then she flicked the whip, snapping 
it in the air and placed the whip on the nearest chair. 

"Just in case my baby isn't cooperative," she said, smiling. 

I was too excited to answer, especially when Vivian stepped forward and 
gathered me into her arms. 

"Would my baby like me to give her a real good whipping?" Vivian asked. I 
shivered, I was too aroused to decide. The idea of the whip stinging my 
flesh was strangely stimulating and I remembered the sensations I had known 
when Vivian had slapped me around. 

When Vivian stepped away from me and picked up the whip, I caught a glint of 
coldness in her deep blue eyes. She grinned and then her wrist snapped and 
the whip danced and whistled. Swift pain lanced through me and I almost 
screamed. Vivian's hand moved again and my buttock stung again, burning with 
fresh pain. I began to shake and quiver. My bottom was smarting and tingling 
with wild sensation and a strong surge of desire began between my legs. I 
even yearned for the touch of the whip again and again. 

It felt like a thousand worms were crawling and tickling me inside my pussy 
and the sensation was just too much. Vivian stood watching me, I think she 
was smiling at me. 

I felt like I was a naughty little girl and Vivian loved me and was 
punishing me because I was a little sex fiend. The hotter I got the more 
vicious Vivian would be with the lovely whip. And it would go on and on and 
I would be on fire with sexual glory and Vivian would let me please her and 
delight her and I would just die in an ecstasy of rich, wonderful sensations 
that just wouldn't stop. 

Vivian was gazing at my sleek thighs and I felt the wetness on my skin and 
was unashamed of my swift reaction to the kiss of the whip. Vivian was 
holding the whip folded in her hands, watching my severe sexual contortions; 
her smile was wide, her eyes soft with an inner happiness and I knew that 
Vivian was pleased with me. Next, Vivian placed the whip on the bed and 
began getting undressed. 

I wanted to be whipped some more; I wanted to feel the stings and pains of 
punishment in the strangest places and knew that in Vivian I had found a 
most wonderful mentor and friend. 

Vivian smiled at me and told me that we would have a wonderful day, a time 
of unbelievable glories. 

Beth, her bottom still glowing with the stings of the whip, her mind 
distorted, believed her. To her, Vivian was the most beautiful girl in the 
world and Beth was sure that she loved her. 

In the following chapter, we will more thoroughly examine the psychology of 
sadomasochism. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

The total disintegration and disorganization of the mind and the will in 
those susceptible to the pleasure-pain syndrome is well known to 
psychologists. It is also well established that this syndrome is often found 
in the personality pattern of the lesbian. Many psychologists and 
psychiatrists theorize that this may be part of a guilt complex and an 
unconscious desire for punishment that gets out of hand once sexuality has 
been stimulated. 

Once that sort of pleasure has been actuated in the individual, the 
sadomasochistic influence has come alive and rarely dies again because of 
the exaggerated thrills and pleasures that abused flesh can afford the 
victim of such treatment. 

Those who are submissive types seem easily broken to the paddle or the whip 
and it is said that these types enjoy an amplified sensual ecstasy mainly 
because of their excessive joy in being dominated, humiliated and abused. 

Naturally, there is an argument as to which sex is more susceptible to the 
influences of domination and physical abuse. According to Dr. A. H. Maslow, 
chairman of the Psychology Department at Brandeis University, women are far 
more addicted to this perversion than men and this might seem believable 
when it is realized that most lesbian relationships usually develop this 
element in one or the other of the participants. 

According to the theories of other psychologists, W. B. Pomeroy and C. E. 
Martin, for instance, it is the male who is more subject to the prevalence 
of sadomasochism. 

Many learned volumes have been published attempting to explain the perverted 
ecstasy that those who become involved with sadomasochism enjoy, but no one 
needs to be convinced that such acts, to the person susceptible, can produce 
fantastic pleasures and affect the individual's total sensuality for all 
time. 

Discussing her relationship with Vivian, Beth admits that she knew 
immediately that she was a lesbian by nature simply because of the sexual 
responses and the intensity they presented. She had not known that she was 
also susceptible to the pleasure-pain syndrome, but, once she became aware 
of it, she accepted its demands with great perverted happiness, aware of the 
extensive sensual benefits that could be hers whenever she was called upon 
to endure such treatment. 

In her bedroom, aware of the first sensual stirrings induced by Vivian's 
whip, Beth found herself begging the blonde girl for additional abuse, 
almost in a panic with the fear that Vivian might not touch her with the 
whip again. When she pleaded for more and more whippings, Vivian told her 
that she would be dealt with in due time and would thrill to the sensual 
splendors that corporal punishment would induce. Beth had to be content with 
that for a time, because Vivian was sexually stimulated and wanted a long 
impassioned session of cunnilingus. Beth was fully aware that Vivian was 
enjoying a perverse pleasure in denying her the surcease that Beth yearned 
for so desperately. 

Once she became involved with Vivian's sexual organs and her own began their 
reciprocal responses, her need for a beating subsided and she was able to 
enjoy a time of sexual pleasure with Vivian especially, she says, when the 
blonde girl began practicing cunnilingus on her excited flesh. The two girls 
made ardent love to each other for hours and when they finally exhausted 
each other for the time being, Vivian called a halt and demanded that Beth 
fix lunch for them. 

Beth says that Vivian dressed while Beth was busy in the kitchen, then went 
outside to her car and brought a polished attach case into the house. While 
Beth was preparing the food, Vivian opened the case and showed Beth a 
collection of three dildoes, each of a different size, complete with 
flesh-colored harness and equipment. She began telling Beth what she would 
do to her with a dildo and Beth says she shivered with maddening 
anticipation. She had never inserted anything in her anus, but she had 
learned that she was exceedingly sensitive there and usually touched the 
opening with a fingertip while masturbating. The idea of being penetrated 
there fascinated her. 

The afternoon was spent in sexual excesses that drained both women of all 
strength. Vivian strapped on one of the dildoes at one point and treated 
Beth to a prolonged session of vaginal copulation; then, an even longer time 
of analism. While the initial penetration, Beth admits, hurt her, she 
quickly discovered that she immensely enjoyed that type of sex. 

After a time, Beth was allowed to wear a dildo and do the same things for 
Vivian. Vivian was apparently a person who was able to secure sensual 
pleasure from any form of sex activity. During the latter part of the day 
Beth found herself pleading with Vivian for a real taste of the whip, but 
Vivian put her off, smilingly asserting that Beth "would enjoy that 
delicious fun much more if they were both well rested." Beth's persistent 
pleadings finally got to Vivian. She had Beth lie with her torso on the bed 
and her knees on the floor. With Beth displayed in that fashion, Vivian was 
even more interested in bringing stinging, smashing anguish to the upturned 
bottom. She stepped back and began flicking the whip with expert skill. Her 
concerted attacks on Beth's most sensitive flesh developed into amazing 
results. 

Beth reported that the whip stung and aroused her sensitive flesh and she 
became a panting, writhing wretch, pleading for more and more of the whip. 
Vivian was not at all restrained and the whip whistled and snapped harshly 
against plump girl's flesh and as soon as the tingling, prickling excitement 
began in her, Beth says she began experiencing a series of orgasms that, for 
her, were convulsions of unbelievable pleasure. 

Vivian's expertise with the whip was apparent all along and she obviously 
achieved an intense, sadistic sexual satisfaction from wielding the vicious 
instrument of torture. She brought Beth skillfully along a pathway of 
gradually increasing perverted pleasures until the final ecstasy, or pain, 
blotted out consciousness with "an orgasm of incredible beauty, its sensual 
pleasures too great to bear," as Beth related it and Beth finally flipped 
into the twilight world of ecstasy. For a long time she was barely 
conscious, experiencing twinges of greatly magnified sensuality and a steady 
parade of orgasms. 

She lay for a long time on the floor while Vivian sat close to her, calmly 
smoking, knowing full well of the frenzies that she had induced in the 
small, beautiful body. 

When Beth regained her senses, in her deviate state of mind she felt that 
she had been dealt with most capably and her sense of gratitude was so 
enormous that, when Vivian spread her legs and smiled, she crawled to the 
girl and began cunnilingus, aching with a desire to bring the lovely blonde 
to orgasm, too. 

When Vivian finally told her that she could stop, she was aware that the day 
was at an end. Vivian would dress and leave her and she would have to begin 
preparations for her husband's supper. She says she was distressed and 
unhappy once she thought about those things. 

It was like my marriage was over and I didn't want Elwood anymore. There was 
so little that he could do for me and after the time with Vivian, the things 
he would want to do were anathema to me. All I wanted was sex with Vivian. 
The thrills I experienced with her were not like anything I had ever known 
with Elwood and I resented the time I had to spend with him and be without 
her. I told her that while she was dressing to go home and she patted my 
cheek and kissed me on the mouth. I loved it when she kissed me like that. 
She told me that I was sweet and very lovely and she was so happy to have me 
for her very own. Then she told me that she had great plans for me. She 
would be back the next morning and we would have another happy day. 

As soon as Vivian left the house, I took a hot bath and massaged the bruised 
flesh of my bottom and between my legs. I was surprised to find that only a 
slight tingling sensation, which was decidedly pleasant, remained in my 
midsection. 

I prepared the evening meal for Elwood and after we had eaten, cleaned up 
the kitchen. I pleaded a headache again and went off to bed. Elwood, already 
involved with the TV, bade me good night and settled back into his 
comfortable chair in the living room. 

In the morning, I fixed breakfast for him. I couldn't get him out of the 
house quickly enough. My mind was already captivated by visions of Vivian's 
naked beauty and the many sex things that we would do during the day. I was 
so thoroughly stimulated I was white and shaking with unsatisfied lust. I 
kissed Elwood good-bye and cleaned up the kitchen, impatient for the 
doorbell. 

I tried to busy myself with household chores until Vivian arrived, but after 
several hours I became worried and upset. I imagined all sorts of things. 
Perhaps Vivian had had an accident, perhaps she was ill. At eleven-thirty, 
actually ill with nerves and panic, I called the store and asked for Vivian. 
When Vivian came on the line, I burst into tears. They were tears of relief, 
but then I guess I got plaintive, I wanted to know why Vivian had not been 
to see me as she had promised. 

"Beth, dear," Vivian said, "I run a business. Remember? and you don't tell 
me what to do. I tell you. And you've done a bad thing by calling here. Now 
I shall have to punish you. Perhaps I shall have to change my mind about 
you. Perhaps I won't see you anymore. Yes, I think that's what I will do." 

I went to pieces when I heard that threat. The thought of living my life 
without Vivian was too horrible to contemplate. I wept, pleading with Vivian 
to give me another chance. "I will be good," I told her, "so very good. 
Please don't leave me. Don't ever leave me. Please." 

Vivian was crisp and cold to me. She told me that she would come to my house 
for lunch and we would talk. Perhaps it would be best to stop now. She would 
think about it and decide when she arrived at the house. Then she hung up 
and I cried. I couldn't live without Vivian. I just knew that I couldn't. I 
would be so good. I decided I would be just wonderful for Vivian. She'd see. 

By the time Vivian arrived at our big house, I was almost in hysterics. 
Vivian walked in, trim and lovely in another pretty dress. She was again 
wearing the whip that looked so much like an innocent belt, only she wasn't 
smiling. She told me to get her some coffee and we would have a talk. 

I was scared and even had trouble getting the coffee. I managed somehow and 
then carried the coffee to Vivian who was comfortably seated in Elwood's 
chair. She took the coffee cup from me and then examined me quite carefully. 
She seemed to know the state I was in. She told me to sit down on the 
footstool and I did. 

"I've had to think things over, Beth, dear," she told me slowly, "and I'm 
afraid that I can't keep you for my little love slave, after all. I am the 
type of girl who would demand so much of you. I would expect you to obey my 
slightest whim and indulge me no matter what I required of you." 

Frightened, I hastened to assure Vivian that I was eager to do that. I loved 
her, I couldn't live without her. I wouldn't want to live without her. I 
would be so good. I begged her not to leave me. 

Vivian's eyebrows climbed then and she smiled. She explained that she was 
capricious and would expect the girl who loved her to belong to her 
completely, to live and breathe only for her. I had already reached this 
state and knew it. I told her, with tears in my eyes, that I loved her and 
would always love her. 

Vivian smiled then and kissed me. She said that we would try it and if I 
worked out all right, perhaps we could have a future after all. I almost 
swooned from sheer relief. 

Vivian told me that she would have to call the store and make arrangements 
so that she could spend the afternoon with me. She called me "her darling." 
Vivian used the phone in the kitchen while I used the powder room to repair 
my ravaged face. When Vivian came back to me she told me that I looked very 
pretty and that she was delighted that we were going to get along after all. 

Then she suggested that I fix some lunch for us, after which, she said, she 
wanted to explore the house. We had a sandwich and then I led her through 
the big house. There was an attic and it had been finished off into a 
playroom. I told Vivian that El-wood and I never used it. Vivian looked 
around at the bare room, smiled and then we went downstairs again. 

While we were still exploring the rest of the house, the doorbell rang. I 
was surprised and a bit annoyed, but Vivian told me that she had asked the 
two boys from the store to stop off at the house and told me to let them in. 
I went to the door. The two young men who had moved my living room set were 
standing on the porch; their pickup truck was in the driveway. They gave me 
big smiles, walked in and stood looking around them. Vivian flashed the boys 
a grin and then told me to fix the boys some sandwiches. They were probably 
hungry, she said. 

I went to the kitchen to do as I was told. Vivian and the boys followed me 
and settled down at the kitchen table. Vivian introduced the boys. One, a 
tall, slender towhead was Roy. The other one, also blond, but shorter and 
stockier than Roy, was named Wallace. I guess I gave the boys a rather 
uncertain smile, then placed a sandwich and a glass of milk in front of each 
of them. Vivian wanted coffee again and told me that I could have some, too. 
I sat down and noticed that the two boys were eyeing me. Their interest in 
me made me uncomfortable. 

Beth says that Vivian told her then that the boys were going to spend the 
afternoon with them. Beth's mouth dropped open in shocked amazement and she 
was breathless. Her face was burning and she couldn't lift her eyes. She 
almost spilled her coffee setting the cup down. 

Vivian lifted her chin up in her soft palm and smiled into Beth's eyes. She 
said that they would have such fun. The boys were remarkable studs and they 
were going to have a wonderful time. The two boys were grinning at Beth's 
confusion and embarrassment. Vivian was very amused by Beth's evident 
reluctance. She teased Beth and told her that she had been right the first 
time. Beth made promises to be good, to do whatever was asked of her, but 
she didn't really mean it. She didn't mean it at all. But, that was all 
right. She, Vivian, would take the boys with her and would never bother Beth 
again. That was too much for Beth. She broke down and wept inconsolably. 
Vivian patted her cheek and then told Beth to stop crying. They would stay 
and she would make it all easy for her. 

Beth was still weeping when Vivian stood up and told the boys to come along 
with her and bring Beth. When Beth broke into sobs, Vivian grabbed her by 
the hair and lifted the tear-streaked face. She gave Beth a resounding slap 
that jarred every tooth in her head. 

"Stop it," she said angrily. "I'm sick to death of you and your Miss 
Innocence pose. One more weep out of you and we will all walk out of here 
and never come back! Now, come along with us." 

Beth stopped weeping immediately. She walked with the others, knowing that 
her face was red. She was almost sick with shame. The boys were right behind 
her when she followed Vivian into her bedroom. Vivian unhooked the whip that 
was around her waist and held it in her hand, watching Beth as she stood 
close to her own bed. Vivian smiled at the two boys. She told them that they 
could begin undressing Beth. She would enjoy that, she said. 

Roy, the tall one, reached for her and Beth cringed. Vivian became angry 
then and told Roy to take Beth across his lap and give her "the spanking of 
her life." The tall boy grabbed Beth then, sat down on the bed with her 
across his knees and when he lifted her skirt up they all saw that she wore 
no panties. Her bare bottom felt the sting of Roy's palm a moment later and 
then he "really laid it on for her." His big hand kept rising and falling 
and she says she felt the heat building up in her soft flesh and knew that 
the others were watching. She claims she was assailed by sexual excitement 
that became extremely enjoyable. She was already experiencing a whole series 
of tiny little orgasms, she was squirming on the boy's lap, her legs were 
kicking around in the air and each new blow of Roy's heavy hand added to the 
sensual excitement building up in her. 

My whole midsection was on fire with erotic fury and I was having a grand 
time, Beth says, when it happened to me and I knew that my spanking was 
concluded. I felt the boy's fingers between my legs and then he was helping 
me to achieve an even greater splendor. Roy stood up and placed my body on 
the bed, my knees were on the floor and then I felt his prick sliding into 
my pussy. When I felt that, I just soared with erotic joy. I assumed that 
Roy was using me, but he was not. He was sitting in front of me on the bed 
and I glimpsed his naked thighs and then saw his erect prick and then he 
grabbed my hair and thrust his cock toward my mouth. I knew just what was 
expected of me and I accepted his throbbing prick eagerly. Roy must have 
gotten real hot from spanking me. His first orgasm occurred quickly. He held 
me imprisoned in his hands and I was forced to continue sucking him until he 
came again. Wallace was still using me and I knew that he had already come 
once and was trying for another burst. I felt it when it happened and my 
body quaked and I just went crazy. 

When Wallace finally left me, Vivian's eager mouth enveloped my cunt and I 
was treated to a time of frantic tonguing by the lovely blonde. I am not 
sure who undressed me, because I was busy between Vivian's legs when it 
happened. 

Later, I remember, the boys watched while Vivian used the whip on me and I 
nearly died with happiness. While I was locked in wonderful throes I watched 
Vivian expertly suck Roy first and then Wallace. She was apparently quite 
familiar with the sexual equipment of both boys and was able to trigger 
their organs almost at will. Vivian seemed especially fond of weakening the 
boys with her cock-sucking talent and when she had depleted them both, she 
strapped on a dildo and then told me to do the same. She told me then to 
sodomize Wallace and I enjoyed doing that to him. While I was thrusting into 
him with callous abandon, my hands were between his legs, hurting his loins, 
squeezing his balls and I found his cock stiff and throbbing in my fingers. 
I guess I was shocked to discover that I was masturbating him and when his 
cock began spurting and bristling, I squeezed the rubber bulb in my hand and 
spurted through the dildo into his ass. 

The boys were temporarily beat and they sprawled on the bed resting. But 
Vivian told me that I was to perform cunnilingus on her for a while. After 
that, Vivian decided that she and the boys would have to leave. She said 
that it was getting late and there was no point in tempting fate. She didn't 
want Elwood to find them there. 

The mention of my husband didn't seem to affect me at all. Filled with a 
glowing affection, an adoration of the beautiful blonde girl, I crawled to 
the inviting place between Vivian's legs and eagerly glued my mouth to the 
slippery, pulsing flesh. 

When Vivian and the boys left, I felt lonely. I began fixing the evening 
meal and I don't know why, when Elwood came home, I was especially nice to 
him. He helped me with the dishes and then I sat on his lap in the 
adjustable chair while we watched TV. Elwood wanted to make love and began 
necking with me. I became quickly aroused. We went upstairs and as soon as 
we were undressed, Elwood kissed me a few times, then opened my legs and 
rammed himself into me. His organ was much smaller than Roy's or Wallace's 
and it was somehow just too tame for me. Elwood was always quick and he came 
much too soon. I was on fire and knew that I had to have more. 

So, while Elwood was lying on his back, gasping for breath, I began kissing 
him, hotly, wetly and then began making the slow, sweet pilgrimage to his 
loins. I discovered that I had enjoyed having the boys' cocks in my mouth. I 
found out, too, that I loved swallowing their come and was eager to enjoy 
the fruits of Elwood's loins as well. He didn't try to stop me and that 
surprised me, yet I was having a great deal of very real pleasure in 
seducing my husband's body. Elwood was squirming and shifting around in the 
bed and I noticed that his organs were soft and soaked with the juices of 
his experience with me. I was helpless for a moment, wanton and frantic with 
zeal, licking his sensitive parts. Then my mouth closed over his cock and I 
was shivering with eagerness and excitement. Elwood was groaning and 
quivering and then his cock began to swell in my mouth and I had to 
relinquish some of my treasure. I began moving my head up and down slowly, 
tormenting and teasing the delicate organ and Elwood was shaking violently. 
Remembering what Vivian and the boys had taught me, I used my fingers and my 
sharp nails to attack his balls and then I sensed the changes in him that 
threatened ejaculation and my eagerness for his strength overwhelmed me. I 
began forcing his juices from him with the terrible pressures of my mouth 
and tongue and then Elwood was whinnying and gasping. Then he exploded, too 
driven and harried to control himself and I feasted upon him, unsatisfied as 
yet, yearning for more and more of the come I enjoyed so much and all the 
while Elwood was busy with frenzied orgasm, I was experiencing wonderful 
tinglings of my own and I knew that this night I would not have to seek the 
privacy of the bathroom so that my own fingers could afford me release. 

When Elwood was calm again, I rose up to kiss him sweetly, to soothe the 
lingering excitement that was raging in him. He was still trembling and his 
lips were sweet and gentle on my mouth. 

"I've wanted to do that for so long," I remember I whispered. 

"Why didn't you?" Elwood said. He sounded hurt and happy all at once. I 
could barely see his face in the darkness. 

"Did you like it?" I asked. 

"Of course," Elwood said. "I loved it." 

I kissed him again several times. Then I said, "Would you like me to do it 
some more?" 

Elwood hugged me to him tightly. "Sure," he said. "Who wouldn't?" 

I began again, using my mouth on his smooth body, kissing and licking the 
sensitive skin between his legs, his sex organ. He was aroused and ready for 
me quickly. I felt his hands on my head, patting my hair and then I began 
dealing with his erection and my hands became busy with him and when I slid 
my fingers between his buttocks and teased his anal opening, he reacted with 
startling speed and his ejaculation was tremendous. I kept right on sucking 
him, too aroused now to stop and his hands kept petting my head. The 
bedclothes were on the floor and Elwood was moving and shifting in the bed 
and when he put his face between my thighs and began using his mouth on my 
cunt, I was really surprised. He was good at it and his efforts sent me into 
spasms of joy and I realized that my passions were not abating, but were, 
instead, increasing. I wondered, bitterly, why Elwood had never done this 
for me before. Perhaps then I might not have been susceptible to Vivian's 
loveliness. I knew that that was not true and I knew that I was deeply, 
hopelessly in love with the beautiful blonde and always would be. Elwood was 
reacting again, explosion in him was very near and I stopped thinking about 
anything and gave myself up to the sheer pleasures of just feeling. 

I was still sucking Elwood when he finally fell asleep. When I did, too, in 
spite of my lovemaking with Elwood, I dreamt of Vivian, the two handsome 
blond boys and the stinging whip. 

The next day was a Friday and Vivian called me right after breakfast. She 
said she would have to work in the store all morning, but would stop in 
after lunch. The boys would come out after they finished their work. 

I knew I would be very lonely, missing Vivian, so I busied myself with 
housework. I was very much aroused and it got so bad I had to lie down on my 
bed for a while and use my hands to effect partial relief for myself. When I 
had done that, I went into the bathroom and began cleaning myself. Visions 
of Vivian's dainty sexual development appeared in my mind and I remembered 
that Vivian was slightly repelled by pubic hair and very bewitching without 
it. Suddenly I yearned to be like Vivian. I used El-wood's razor to shave my 
crotch and when I was done, my own reflection in the mirror delighted me. I 
used some of the depilatory lotion for my legs on my pubic region then. 
Vivian had said that she kept herself quite smooth that way. I massaged the 
lotion into my skin and was thrilled by the burning, glowing sensations the 
lotion induced in my flesh. Massaging my flesh became extremely pleasurable 
and I kept it up until the sensation was just unbearable, then I slid my 
fingers into the seething, over stimulated area between my legs. I played 
with my clitoris until a delicious orgasm occurred. In time I could feel the 
stubble dissolving under my fingers, feeling like tiny grains of sand. When 
I was temporarily exhausted, I got into a hot tub and soaked. 

I dressed carefully for Vivian, spending a great deal of time on my makeup. 
I brushed my hair until it shone, then I slipped into a black dress with a 
low V-neckline and a wide skirt. I wore no bra and I could see the tiny 
nipples poking impudently against the fabric of my dress. I wore a garter 
belt, long, sheer hose and black, high-heeled shoes. My soft brown eyes were 
dancing with happiness as I looked at myself in the mirror and realized that 
I was truly beautiful. I went downstairs and waited for Vivian, already 
bursting with heat at my thighs. 

Vivian arrived shortly after noon and I stood before her, glowing with the 
knowledge that I was pretty. I saw Vivian's eyes notice the tiny, poking 
nipples, already aroused, seeking freedom and attention. I curtsied for her, 
then caught the hem of the dress and lifted it high, exposing my hairless 
pubis and Vivian blinked. She seemed to be quite overwhelmed. I lowered the 
dress, happy beyond words. Vivian sat down in the nearest chair, amazed. 

"You look stunningly beautiful, my dear," she said. "And I like the way you 
look between your legs. But, I'll have to punish you, of course. I'm sure 
you know that." 

I stared at her, uncomprehending. 

Vivian said, "You don't do anything like that without my permission, my 
dear. You will learn that you do nothing unless I tell you to do it. Now I 
shall have to think up adequate punishment for you. It can't be the whip, 
you love that. I can't have the boys spank you, you love that, too." She 
smiled and sat back in her chair. "You get me some coffee. I'll think of 
something." 

I was crushed by Vivian's statements, but I hurried into the kitchen and 
poured coffee. I carried the cup to Vivian and sat very quietly while Vivian 
sipped it, then set it down. 

She got up then and used the phone in the kitchen. When she returned she 
gave me an exceptionally bright smile. 

"The boys will be here in a little while. I've given them the afternoon off. 
They will help me with your punishment. Now come over here and entertain me 
for a while." 

I slid to my knees and crawled to where Vivian sat. Vivian had taught me how 
to entertain her and I was quite good at it, I thought. I would begin by 
kissing Vivian's shapely knees and as she allowed her legs to part, my 
kisses would climb higher until I was touching the smoothness of her inner 
thighs. After a period of kissing and licking this flesh, I would be allowed 
to begin tonguing Vivian's cunt and slowly but surely bring Vivian to 
glorious orgasm. It was always a labor of love for me and I enjoyed doing 
it. I was filled with surging happiness when my efforts thrilled Vivian. 
After a long time, Vivian stopped me and I sat looking up at her beautiful 
face, adoring her, aching with an eagerness to please her. 

The boys arrived shortly and Vivian let them in. They carried two suitcases 
and took them right upstairs to the bedroom. Vivian supervised the locking 
up of the house and then we climbed the stairs to the second floor. The boys 
were already naked and extremely ready. Both of them had the damnedest 
erections and when Vivian told me to help the boys, I eagerly complied. I 
was only allowed to suck them until orgasm and then Vivian told me to remove 
my dress. The boys stared at my bald crotch and their similes told me that 
they liked me that way. 

Vivian said, "Beth is to be punished, so you boys know what to do. Get about 
it now." 

The boys told me to lie down on the bed on my back. I obeyed and then 
Wallace shoved two pillows under my bottom. Then they opened the suitcase 
and got out ropes. They tied each of my wrists to a caster and my ankles 
were fastened in a similar fashion to the casters at the foot of the bed. My 
legs were wide open and my cunt must have been prominently exposed. Vivian 
stood at the foot of the bed, watching. Roy lifted my head, slipped a small 
round ball into my mouth and tied a gag around my face. I was a little 
worried, but Vivian smiled and I felt better. 

"Now," she said, "you will accept your punishment. It will hurt terribly, 
but I want you to know that it will be repeated any time you do anything 
without my express permission." 

Wallace dug into one of the suitcases and handed Vivian a bottle of pale, 
yellow-colored fluid. Then he gave her a cotton swab that was rather large. 

"This is turpentine," Vivian said. "I am going to saturate your cute little 
cunny with it and you will suffer untold agonies. It won't kill you, but you 
will never forget it." 

Beth says that Vivian knelt on the end of the bed between her legs. She 
opened the bottle and poured some of the fluid onto the swab. When it was 
saturated, she touched it to Beth's sensitive, from shaving, pubis and she 
jumped with the blinding, searing pain. Vivian ignored her thrusting hips 
and pitiful writhings. She worked the swab in among all of the folds of 
delicate flesh; then, using her fingers to part the lips shielding Beth's 
vagina, she inserted the swab deep inside. When she withdrew it, she rimmed 
the anal opening with the irritating fluid and Beth recalls that by that 
time she was screaming with the greatest agony she had ever known. 

Her body was heaving and thrusting, but there was no escape. Great searing 
flames were consuming her flesh, Beth says and there was nothing she could 
do about it. She saw in a blur Vivian smile at her and then lay her head 
down on Beth's heaving stomach. Roy sat on one side of Beth and Wallace on 
the other. Both boys had erections and Beth saw Vivian find Roy's organ with 
her mouth and quickly exhaust him, then shift her torso so that she could do 
the same to Wallace. 

Then she went back to Roy again and aroused him until she could suck him 
again. My body was covered with sweat and I felt the pain increasing in my 
loins. There was nothing sensual or sexual about this pain. My flesh seemed 
to be on fire. The pain and terror mounted in me and then I guess I must've 
passed out. 

I remember that when I came to I was still tied and gagged, but Vivian was 
busy again with another swab, another bottle of fluid. I was still sore and 
inflamed, but the searing, tearing agony was gone. Vivian glanced at the 
boys and they untied me. Roy removed the gag and I realized that I was weak 
and trembling from the horrible ordeal. Vivian put the equipment she had 
been using away in the suitcase, and as she stood looking down at me, I 
noticed that her lovely face was cold and austere. 

"Think you've learned a lesson?" she asked. 

I must've been too weak to answer her; I think I just nodded my head. Vivian 
smiled at me and told me that I would be myself again in about an hour, but 
I was to remember that I would be punished in that fashion anytime I did 
things without permission. In the future, she added, my life and my person 
belonged to her. 

Beth says that Vivian helped her to stand and then she was taken into the 
bathroom where a long hose was used to flush out her vaginal cavity. She 
says after that she felt as good as new. Vivian took her back to the bed and 
the boys took turns having intercourse with her, after which Vivian, who was 
naked now, moved in on Beth and began a long period of cunnilingus. 

Later, Beth says, when they were resting and smoking cigarettes, Vivian told 
her that they were all going to stay with her and have dinner with her and 
her husband. Beth became alarmed, but Vivian pointed out that Elwood knew 
her. She could say that they were friends and the boys had stopped by to 
check on the fabric for the furniture. 

By evening they dressed and went downstairs. Vivian and the two boys helped 
with the preparations for dinner. When Elwood arrived home, he found them in 
his living room watching television. Beth met him at the door and told him 
that they had company for dinner. Elwood seemed rather pleased to see 
Vivian. She seemed quite delighted to see him and watching them, Beth says, 
she wondered just what Vivian had in her mind. She was nervous and worried 
because Vivian and the boys had stayed. She regarded her life with Vivian 
and the boys and her life with her husband as two different and totally 
irreconcilable worlds. She couldn't imagine why Vivian would want to stay 
for dinner and meet Elwood and perhaps jeopardize their association. 

After dinner, Vivian began helping Beth with the dishes. During dinner she 
had told Elwood that she had seen the house and found it to be lovely. She 
told him that Beth had shown her the attic and that she had some ideas about 
how it could be furnished very nicely and made usable. She suggested that, 
after they had eaten, Elwood go upstairs with the boys who would show him 
what she had in mind. Beth says that Elwood went off with Roy and Wallace, 
while Beth and Vivian were still tidying up the kitchen. When the kitchen 
was cleaned up, Vivian told Beth to follow her and they would join Elwood 
and the boys. 

When they got to the attic, Beth says, Elwood was sitting in a chair, tied 
hand and foot. Vivian asked the boys if he had given them any trouble. They 
laughed. Elwood was gagged and his eyes looked frightened. Beth says that 
Vivian sat down in a wooded chair in front of him, lit a cigarette and then 
glanced at Beth. By now, Beth says, she was suddenly horrified. 

"I have decided that we are going to live together, dear," Vivian told me. 
"And I think Elwood can be useful to us and quite entertaining. I'm sure 
that he will love having me around." 

She then turned to the boys and told them to go downstairs and bring up a 
couple of mattresses. Vivian turned her attention now back to Elwood. She 
touched his cheek, then dropped her hand to his lap, opened his fly and 
scooped out his cock and balls. She seemed a bit disappointed when she 
examined them; she looked up, meeting his outraged stare and grinned. 

"You really don't have much cock, Elwood," she said, "but, I'll put up with 
you. When the boys come back upstairs I'm going to have them undress you. 
Then I'm going to give you a whipping. I think you'll like that, Elwood. The 
boys and I are going to stay with you and Beth all weekend and you are going 
to have a grand time. We all are. You see, Beth is my girl now. Aren't you, 
dear?" She looked at me. I think I gave Vivian a weak smile-I was 
frightened-and nodded. Vivian wore a triumphant look as she turned back to 
Elwood. She seemed amused by the look in his eyes. 

"You have a choice, little man," she said coldly. "If you decide you don't 
want to play on our team, I will take Beth away from you and you will never 
see her again. You wouldn't want that, would you?" 

Elwood shook his head hurriedly. His eyes looked terrified. 

"You will go with me, won't you Beth?" Vivian asked me. 

"Oh, yes," I said. "You know I will. I love you. I love you so much." I 
moved to stand beside Vivian and shivered when Vivian slid her hand up under 
my dress and caressed my buttocks. Elwood watched as if he didn't believe 
any of what was taking place. 

The boys brought up two mattresses from downstairs and placed them on the 
floor, side by side. Vivian told me to take my things off and lie down, that 
the boys were going to screw me while Elwood watched. I felt terrible for 
Elwood, but I obeyed and when I laid down on the mattress, my thighs wide, 
Roy settled down on me and then I was guiding his huge cock into my body and 
Elwood was watching me with eyes that were unbelieving. When Roy was 
finished with me, I welcomed Wallace between my legs. Vivian was watching 
Elwood and when Wallace's frantic culmination occurred, Elwood's eyes spun 
in his head like a circus clowns. I guess he saw that I was enjoying it all 
very much, as was everyone else. 

Vivian told the boys then to untie Elwood and undress him. She told me to 
stay right where I was on the mattress. I obeyed. I was too weak at the 
moment to have any other ideas anyway. I saw the boys hold Elwood like they 
would a child, stripping his clothes from him and then he stood up while 
Vivian examined his genitals and his anus very carefully. The boys had 
brought the suitcases upstairs and she went to one, chose a thick heavy 
strap and then ordered them to get Elwood ready for a beating. 

Elwood wound up tied across a chair and Vivian began laying the strap on 
him. She was especially vicious when she worked downward to his buttocks. 
Elwood's cock-my eyes were glued to it-was quickly affected by the beating 
and when she began stinging his bottom with the cruel strap, his flesh 
responded with quivering, quaking frenzies and his cock expelled a mass of 
come. When Vivian saw that, she stopped beating him, laid the strap down and 
quickly undressed. She looked superb to me in her high heels and glowing 
nudity. Vivian had been affected while she was using the strap on Elwood's 
flesh and the evidence of her passion was all over her thighs. 

Vivian then picked up a long-handled whip with three thin lashes attached to 
its end. She approached Elwood's crimson bottom and stood a moment, looking 
at it. She put her hand between his legs and began milking his dangling 
cock. She squeezed it harshly and Elwood tried to crawl off the chair, but 
Vivian raised the whip then and began stinging his already puffed bottom. 
Elwood began writhing and grunting as she flayed his sore flesh, using the 
whip with fiendish accuracy, stinging his loins, in seconds, his cock was 
spurting again the juices of overstimulation. Seeing this brought on a 
convulsion in Vivian and I, watching, realized that I, too, was experiencing 
tiny little orgasms. 

I noticed then that the boys were slowly masturbating as Elwood responded 
again and again to Vivian's abuses. 

When Vivian dropped the whip and sagged down to the mattress, the boys went 
to her and Wallace quickly inserted his aroused cock into her and the next 
thing I knew he was screwing her like crazy while she wrapped her legs 
around him, whimpering and yelping in a fit of passion. As soon as Vivian 
came, she cried out, pushed Wallace away from her and then Roy was in, 
panting and shaking with an orgasm. 

Vivian stayed right where she was when Wallace slipped out of her. The boys 
released Elwood then and removed the gag from his mouth. He was in no shape 
to do any talking. His eyes were shining with mist and his face was twisted 
in anguished torment. The boys pushed him between Vivian's thighs and he 
needed no urging. He found her cunt and began rimming it with his tongue, 
all the while making crazy, snuffling noises and twitching like a sick 
animal. Vivian's hands held his head and she instructed the boys to make 
Elwood more accommodating. They began using the whip on his bare rump. He 
redoubled his efforts and Vivian almost smothered him in her eagerness to 
achieve the orgasm that obviously was very close for her. When she finally 
climaxed, it was a massive sexual spasm so intense that she fought it with 
every ounce of her being, thereby increasing its effectiveness and her own 
pleasure. When it was over, she lay limp, completely enervated, too weak to 
say a word. Elwood was then led to my hairless crotch and he tongued my cunt 
while the boys used the whips on him in order to insure his eagerness. I 
almost died with excruciating pleasure and when I was at last brought to the 
point of complete sensual release, I think I lay for a long time in a 
stupor, unaware of my surroundings, unaware of anything except the tingling, 
pulsating gratifications of my senses. 

When I finally returned to relative normalcy, Elwood was no longer in 
restraint. His face was wreathed in an idiotic smile and he seemed quite 
content with the bizarre circumstances that were in operation now in his own 
home. 

The weekend was a series of sexual excesses and it is quite apparent that 
Elwood became a submissive; a type who reacts sensually to domination and 
abuses, as was Beth. 

It was decided that Vivian would move into the house, live with Beth and 
Elwood and direct their sexual existences. The two boys who worked for 
Vivian anyway, would always be available for "fun and games," but Vivian 
would have two ardent and eager slaves who would be earnest in their desire 
to please her. 

Eventually, Vivian furnished the attic with furnishings from her store and 
she had the living room set returned when it was done. In her perversion she 
gloried in watching her devoted slaves naked against the rich red background 
of the fabric which, she admitted, was her intention from the very 
beginning. 

Elwood and Beth were a bit strange with each other when they finally had to 
talk things over. Beth admitted her lesbian inclinations and her hopeless 
love for Vivian. She knows that she and Elwood are living in a fool's 
paradise, that one day her love will leave her and she will be faced with 
the prosaic existence of a heterosexual marriage. This is a future she is 
prepared to face but she intends to enjoy Vivian, for as long as she can. 

In the meanwhile, she and Elwood are living in willing enslavement to the 
perverse pleasures of humiliation and abuses. 

For the present, she says, that is quite enough. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Many case histories now coming to light show that lesbians often marry men 
who are dedicated homosexuals. While this might seem pointless at first 
glance, those who are actually involved say that it does have its benefits. 

Lesbianism possesses an unusual character in that while it supposedly 
constitutes a problem of social significance and has always existed, it has 
not attracted the wide attention that accompanies male homosexuality. 

Dr. A. E. Bennet, a noted London psychiatrist says, "Homosexuality is 
probably as common amongst women as amongst men, but it is less prominent 
and it has been given less attention. It may well be that female homosexuals 
outnumber males." 

Dr. Beran Wolfe states, "There are probably more homosexual women than men." 
According to Alfred Kinsey, there are probably as many males as females 
devoted to homosexuality. 

The authorities agree, however, that many homosexuals do marry. While their 
relationship is often just friendship, in an ideal situation, according to 
the psychologists, they will complement each other. Many go much further 
than that and help each other in every conceivable way. 

 CASE HISTORY 

Gwen W. is a tall, statuesque brunette with a beautiful figure and an 
austere beauty that makes many men slightly afraid of her. She is 
twenty-six, college educated and an interior decorator with an impressive 
list of clients. She is a lesbian and has been a practicing homosexual ever 
since high school. She is married to Leonard W., a successful attorney. He 
is a handsome, charming and quite brilliant man. Both are well-groomed, the 
finished product of money and education. Leonard is thirty-two and has been 
a dedicated homosexual since boyhood. 

These two live together comfortably and have a beautiful home. While they 
are, theoretically at least, dedicated homosexuals, each will occasionally 
enjoy a heterosexual experience under controlled conditions. 

Gwen has known Leonard ever since she and his sister, Lida, attended high 
school together. She had her first homosexual experience with Lida and has 
continued the relationship on an occasional basis ever since. Lida and her 
brother were always good friends and there came a time when Lida's 
relationship with Gwen became apparent to Lida's brother and the matter had 
to be discussed. 

Leonard and Lida talked quite extensively, I know, Given says, but, he had 
little to say, really. He was going to college and he was already deeply 
involved in homosexuality so there was really very little he could says to 
us. I remember one afternoon when Lida and I were at her house and we were 
alone in the place. We were on the bed making love when Leonard walked in on 
us. He was home for the holidays and we thought he was downtown or 
someplace. He stood in the doorway and watched us for a long time. When we 
became aware of him, we were both quite startled and I know I was mortified. 
Lida just grinned and said, "Hi." When I saw that she was so unconcerned, I 
guess I felt a bit better. I think Leonard was a bit embarrassed because it 
was apparent that watching us had aroused him. Lida teased him about it and 
he just smiled saying it was probably because I was so lovely and made so 
beautifully. 

It became obvious the relationship between them was quite close because Lida 
reached out and opened his trousers. She exposed his stiff cock and her hand 
wrapped around it. She began manipulating him with one hand as she tickled 
his testicles with the other. Leonard was watching me and frankly examining 
my naked body, making me a bit uncomfortable. 

I shifted my gaze to his big cock and I was fascinated. It was already 
expelling material in thin droplets and Lida was rubbing her thumb over the 
tiny opening and smearing the fluid around the head of his organ. He was 
definitely enjoying her actions. She glanced up at him and grinned impishly. 
She quickly bent her head and tried to swallow his prick. He let her do just 
as she pleased. She began bobbing her head up and down and I could see that 
her cheeks were hollowed by the tremendous suction she was exerting. Leonard 
began to tremble and her fingers tickled his balls furiously. I could see 
that he was coming and Lida was obviously enjoying it all very much. She 
used her fingers to squeeze every drop of milky fluid possible out of him. 
She finally lifted her head and smiled at him. She patted his spent cock and 
looked at me. She asked me if I wanted to blow him, too. 

Her question repelled me at first. I had never done anything like that and I 
told her so. She just laughed. She said that Lenny would rather make it with 
another guy, but he usually enjoyed it when a girl blew him. Especially, if 
she was good at it. She obviously had become quite good at it. Lida became 
insistent that I give it a try, but I refused. Lida began persuading me. She 
was quite determined that I was going to blow her brother. Lenny's organ was 
rising again as he watched me with an odd smile on his lips. Lida told me 
that she would go down on me and really give me a good time while I was 
working on Lenny. That appealed to me enormously. When she finally persuaded 
me to handle his genitals, I found that I enjoyed holding his immense prick, 
knowing that I could make it perform its function very easily which gave me 
a sense of enormous power. 

I finally agreed to give Lenny a try. I laid down on my back in the middle 
of Lida's bed with a pillow under my head. Lenny took his pants and shorts 
off and then straddled my head. I found that I could accept his cock into my 
mouth and have both hands free to manipulate his balls. I began sucking his 
prick and then felt the warmth of Lida's mouth covering my cunt. She began 
her devilish little tricks with tongue, teeth and squirming lips. She 
quickly forced me into a series of wonderful orgasms and I'm afraid that my 
own pleasures increased my sucking because I was quickly inundated by a 
massive flood from Lenny. I found that I couldn't move because I was 
experiencing a grand orgasm of my own. Before the dust had settled, I had 
dealt with two more of Lenny's ejaculations and dozens more of my own. I was 
rather pleased because Lida was happy with my efforts and Lenny was, too. It 
was a nice experience, but nothing that would alter my way of life, or even 
approach the magnificence that I can achieve with another girl. 

Lenny went off and left us to our own games and Lida and I spent long hours 
making love. Lenny went his way and we went ours after that. 

Once in a while, Lida or I would visit with Lenny. If we felt in the mood, 
or he asked us to, we would take turns blowing him. I learned that that was 
all that he would let a girl do for him. He never wanted to screw, feel a 
girl up, or eat our pussies. Lida thought that sucking Lenny's prick was so 
similar to what he might expect from another guy that he was able to enjoy 
it no matter who did it. 

It seems odd, perhaps, but Lenny and I became good friends and whenever he 
needed a female escort, he would take me out. I enjoyed being with him 
because I was genuinely fond of him. As the years passed, I sort of outgrew 
Lida. In college, I had several homosexual affairs of varying duration, but 
whenever I got home, I would see Lida. She had made similar attachments, too 
and it appeared that the only thing that had remained the same was my 
fondness for Lenny. Oh, once in a while Lida and I would get together for 
sex, but we had no illusions. It was sex, pure and simple. 

One night Lenny asked me to go to a concert. He was just starting his legal 
practice and a client had given him the tickets. I agreed to go and at the 
concert we met the client, an old rich dame. She thought I was very 
beautiful and she told Lenny that he was very lucky to have such a beautiful 
girl friend. She said that we should get married because she was quite fond 
of Lenny and believed that attorneys should be settled and responsible. We 
accepted her advice and then got away as quickly as we could. After the 
concert, we stopped and had something to eat. Lenny asked me if I'd like to 
come up to his place for a nightcap. I agreed and after we settled down with 
a drink in our hands, Lenny asked me why we didn't consider marriage. 

That shook me up. He knew what I was and I knew what he was and the whole 
thing sounded quite mad. He said it wasn't as crazy as it looked. Marriage 
would provide a sort of screen for both of us. He would have his friends and 
I could have mine and we could live a life that was quite comfortable; there 
would be security and a home for me and a future. He asked me to think it 
over. 

I promised that I would. We had lots of time and I could ponder it at will. 
Then I finished my drink and halfway teasing, asked him if he would like me 
to pay for my delightful evening. He thought that might be nice, so I went 
over to him and settled on the floor between his feet. He opened his 
trousers and let me take it all out; then, settling back, he let me pay for 
my evening. I blew him three separate times before he finally called a halt 
and decided to take me home. When he dropped me at my door, he kissed me 
good night and I went to my bed and stayed awake half the night thinking of 
Lenny's odd proposal. But I didn't try to decide. 

He asked me to marry him several times over the years and one night we 
finally talked about it quite seriously. I was out of college and just 
beginning to get myself established. Lenny was doing very well with his 
practice and we were, after all, adult human beings who were fond of each 
other. But I was worried about how we could live with each other's personal 
inclinations. So we decided that we would find out. 

I was quite deeply involved with Doris, a girl that I cared for very deeply. 
She was a pretty little blonde with overactive glands and I wondered if 
Lenny would feel as he did if he were to walk in on us when we were having a 
time for ourselves. He was having an affair with a fellow named Arthur and I 
wondered if I, too, could look at the two of them having sex and not be 
repelled. We decided that I would engineer it so that he could walk in on 
Doris and me when we were making love and if we survived that, he would 
arrange a similar setup for me. We left it at that. 

Three weeks later, Gwen says, she and her friend Doris were naked in bed, 
involved in a passionate sixty-nine when Lenny entered the apartment and 
walked into Gwen's bedroom. He stood and watched for a long time; then Gwen 
happened to open her eyes and when she saw him she screamed. Realizing who 
it was, she smiled at him and told Doris not to panic. The man was a dear 
friend and would never tell anyone what he had seen. He had his hangups, 
too. 

Doris realized that Lenny was a homosexual and she felt much more at ease 
then. She gave him a smile and then used her fingers to finish what Gwen had 
been about to accomplish when Lenny interrupted them. 

The girls invited Lenny to stay for dinner, then Doris dressed and went home 
and Gwen questioned Lenny at great length, checking his reactions. He 
laughed and explained that he couldn't have cared less. He would never be 
concerned about her love affairs. Now, how would she feel about his? 

A short time later they had ample opportunity to find out. He and his friend 
Arthur had been having some very good times and Arthur was coming to his 
apartment the following night. Arthur was a law clerk whom Lenny had met and 
the two had been lovers for some time. Gwen was concerned about other 
aspects of the situation. She pointed out that many men who enjoy homosexual 
relationships could often go both ways and enjoy females, too. Could he 
stand seeing her in copulation with another male? Or fellating another man? 
Lenny thought it might be very interesting to find out. Gwen wondered if it 
was all that easy. His friend Arthur might not like girls, but another man 
in the future might. Lenny said it could be settled the next night. Arthur 
was the type that would do anything Lenny told him to do. Gwen was delighted 
by that information and promised that she would show up the following night, 
quietly enter his apartment and observe to her heart's content. They thought 
it all amusing. 

The next night Arthur and Lenny were in his bedroom locked in a most 
compromising embrace, when Gwen walked in on them. She walked in undetected, 
sat down in a chair and watched the two men until each had achieved his 
orgasm. Then she coughed and they broke apart in startled motions. 

Lenny smiled at her and then introduced Arthur. The law clerk was a mousy 
little man with pale blond hair, a hawk nose and a large sexual endowment. 
Gwen gave Arthur a bright smile and asked Lenny if she could stay. She was 
quite entranced with what she had seen and she would like to see more. 

It was apparent that Arthur was quite embarrassed by the whole scene and 
Gwen's presence made him highly nervous. She gave him then her sweetest 
smile and asked him if he would be more comfortable if she undressed. That 
took care of any objections Arthur might have had. Gwen stood up and took 
her things off slowly, watching Arthur. She knew immediately that he found 
her enormously appealing and would enjoy having sex of any type with her. 
His little eyes almost popped out of his head, Gwen says, when he saw her 
naked and the immediate state of priapism he exhibited showed his bisexual 
attitudes. Arthur was a mild-mannered man and easily dominated. Gwen was 
quite delighted with him. She went over to the bed and sat down with her 
back against the headboard, the delicate folds of her sex clearly exposed to 
Arthur's entranced gaze. Arthur's sexual organ was so stiff, Gwen says, it 
was practically vibrating. Lenny watched as Gwen reached for Arthur's penis 
and began manipulating him. 

She pulled his face close to her and kissed him. She asked him if he would 
like "to put that monstrous weapon of his" into her and Arthur, shivering 
with an excess of sexual agitation, nodded. She smiled at him and then 
stretched out on the bed. Arthur mounted her with little delay and while 
Lenny watched with a genial smile on his face, the two began a session of 
copulation that culminated in climaxes for both of them. 

Discussing it all later with Lenny, Gwen told him that she had to regard 
Arthur's organ in much the same way she thought of the dildoes that she and 
her girl friends employed in order to obtain vaginal stimulation. 

A short time after she and Arthur had tried the usual sexual act, she began 
handling Arthur's sexual organ and quickly brought him to an erection again. 
She began using her tongue and her fingernails to stimulate him and then, 
when his organ seemed ready, she settled her mouth over it and began a long, 
protracted session of fellatio. She had become quite expert at it, she says 
and would stimulate Arthur's organ to the point where it was ready for 
orgasm, then she would discontinue her efforts and let him subside. Once he 
had cooled down a bit, she would resume titillating him with tongue and 
suction and Arthur would squirm in torment. When the man was very close to 
climaxing, Gwen would remove her mouth, smile at Lenny and wave her hand 
toward Arthur's privates. Lenny would then quickly use his mouth to exhaust 
Arthur. 

Gwen says that the night became "a most rewarding experience for everybody 
concerned." A little later she would begin kissing Arthur passionately while 
Lenny would again assault the man's organs. She would allow Arthur ample 
time with her superb breasts; having full rein with a beautiful woman's body 
stimulated Arthur excessively and Lenny would feast shamelessly upon the 
man's sexual responses. 

Inevitably, Gwen straddled Arthur's face and let him practice cunnilingus 
upon her while she performed fellatio on Lenny. The session lasted till dawn 
and when it was finally over, it was over only because they were all 
exhausted. 

Gwen says that she and Lenny and Arthur had many similar sessions and 
eventually Doris was persuaded to join them. Lenny, of course, found little 
pleasure in the women except for an occasional session of fellatio, but, 
Gwen says, he enjoyed being sodomized by the girls with their dildoes. Doris 
and Arthur were able to enjoy each other without reservation and still find 
release in congress with their homosexual partners. In time, Doris and Gwen 
would both work on Arthur and Lenny would fellate him as often as he 
pleased. They were all candidly depraved, Gwen says, but they found that 
they did enjoy the type of "fun and games" that they practiced and 
eventually she and Lenny talked again about marriage and decided that they 
would give it a try. 

It has worked out quite beautifully for us, Gwen says. And we have some 
truly marvelous experiences. Actually, Lenny and I are such good friends and 
really so fond of each other that we do confuse people, I know. 

Our favorite trick is to go night clubbing and always some guy tries to pick 
me up. I let him do it if Lenny likes him. Once the guy has started to move 
in on me, Lenny sort of vanishes. Perhaps he will call a cab and have 
himself driven home. He knows that from then on it is up to me. 

After a while I will suggest to the guy that he take me home and perhaps 
come in for a nightcap. From then on it is easy. Lenny always manages to 
walk in on the guy with his wife, me, in a compromising state and then the 
guy does anything that we want him to. I enjoy the initial stages of 
fellatio, but the actual completion of the act is something that I can't 
enjoy unless it is Lenny. So, when he walks in on my cavalier of the night, 
we make a deal. I neck the guy, let him eat me any way he wants to, but 
Lenny gets his way and the poor guy goes home knowing that he has had 
himself a time. Of course, once in a while, we do have us a spectacular 
time. 

Gwen states that one night when she and Lenny were on the prowl they met a 
lovely young couple in a swank bar and struck up an acquaintance with them. 
The girl was a petite blonde with a round, sweet face, still soft with the 
last traces of baby fat. 

Lois had big, baby-blue eyes and a figure that made me drool. The young man 
with her, his name was Ian, was very handsome and I could tell from watching 
Lenny that he was yearning for the guy. We put our heads together and 
plotted and schemed while the young couple were on the dance floor. We 
decided that we would ask them if they would like to come home with us for 
some drinks. I think what made that seem sensible was my conviction that 
Lois, the sweet young blonde, was a les. I couldn't tell which way she went, 
I mean whether she was a passive or an aggressive, but I knew that I could 
trust my instincts. Lenny couldn't tell about the boy. Ian was about 
twenty-two and Lois was hardly more than eighteen. She was drinking 
illegally in the nightclub so we thought our offer might be accepted. 

And it was. When I asked them if they would like to come home with us for 
some drinks, Lois's lovely blue eyes shimmered with intense emotion and I 
knew that she would be an easy conquest. Just the way she was looking at me 
gave it away. Ian was just eager to get out of the nightclub, probably 
because of finances. We paid the bill for all of us and then they followed 
us home in their car. While we drove home, Lenny and I discussed the young 
couple and just how we would go about seducing them. It was only about ten 
and we were actually delighted with our cleverness. 

When we all got to the house, Lois and Ian accepted drinks and we settled in 
the living room for a talk. Naturally, in no time at all, the talk assumed a 
sexual character. Lois began telling me how beautiful I was and how very 
pleased they were to have met us. She hoped that we could be friends. 

Lenny and I began asking the young people something about themselves and 
both Ian and Lois responded with unnecessary frankness. Lois said that she 
worked in an insurance company office and she and Ian were good friends. She 
was just eighteen and Ian was twenty-one. They had been going together for 
quite a while and managed to have a great deal of fun. When I told Lois that 
she was very pretty and had a delicately exciting figure, Lois smiled a bit 
coyly and said that she was happy that she was pretty because it made it 
possible for her to have a lot of fun. When I asked her what that meant, 
Lois said that every time she went out she was always encountering lesbians 
who wanted to pick her up. I asked her how that came about and Lois admitted 
quite frankly that she would sometimes let herself be picked up because she 
actually enjoyed lesbian love. I smiled at her and said that I had guessed 
that. Then I told Lois that I was a lesbian. Lois gave me a dazzling smile, 
then told me that she was fully aware of that. 

"Ian and I figured that out when we first met you," Lois said. "But you are 
so very beautiful. We decided that you are both gay, and well, we thought it 
might be fun knowing you. You see, Ian goes both ways and so do I. So, we 
thought you were out for a good time and so are we." 

Ian was sitting on the living-room couch, watching Lois and listening. He 
turned to look at Lenny and grinned. Lenny got up and made fresh drinks. I 
smiled at Lois and suggested that we stop wasting time and begin the 
festivities. Lois was more than ready. She told me that she had been hot for 
me ever since she had first seen me and she was sitting on pants that were 
soaked. I knew she welcomed a chance to get out of them. 

I laughed at her candor and then led the way to the upstairs bedroom. Ian 
and Lenny followed us, and as soon as we walked into Lenny's bedroom, I put 
my arms around the luscious blonde and then began kissing her. Lois was 
equally excited and she clung to me, trembling, her mouth swollen and hot, 
whispering against my lips, squirming and writhing against my body. 

"I'm so hot for you," she whispered. "I'm on fire. Please, Gwen. Just 
please." 

It was a plea I could well understand and while I am sure I was possessed of 
a bit more control, I, too, was exceptionally aroused. I gently disengaged 
myself from the impassioned blonde and then sat down on the edge of a chair. 
I hiked my skirt high and let Lois see the nude beauty of my already moist 
pussy. Lois dropped to her knees, her face darted between my thighs and she 
began shaking violently as she glued her mouth to my lower lips. She was 
over stimulated and responded to the taste of my flesh with an evident 
orgasm. The two men were watching and as they saw that Lois would be quite 
busy for some time, they began getting undressed. I watched Ian as he 
dropped his pants and I was quite impressed with his ding-dong. He was 
beautifully hung and he had not been circumcised. His fiercely erect cock 
left no doubt that he was ready to be done. I watched Lenny grab the huge 
mechanism, then use his hand to pull the boy's foreskin back until Ian 
winced with hurt. I could see that Lenny was quite pleased with what he had 
found and he was examining the boy's cock, carefully looking for evidence of 
disease. Ian reached for Lenny's cock then and the two moved toward the bed, 
shamelessly eager for each other. 

I watched them settle on the bed and quickly find each other with hungry 
mouths. All the while they were enjoying each other, Lois was driving me 
half insane with her flickering tongue and expert suction. 

Poor Lois, she was so hot. She just kept coming all the while she was making 
love to my sex. You could see the force of her orgasms each time; her small 
body shook and shuddered. I ached with a need to have her and finally I just 
couldn't help myself. I slid out of the chair and then I was at her. She 
pulled her skirt high and I saw that she had no pants on. Her cunt was tiny 
and the dainty pink petals were like a child's. She had shaved herself and 
her whole sexual area was bewitching; when I zeroed in on her and tasted the 
incredible sweetness of her honey-pot, I achieved a massive orgasm and that 
triggered her loins and it all became wonderful. 

We were busy with each other's crotches for at least an hour before we were 
able to face the task of undressing. Lenny and Ian were locked in passionate 
ecstasy and we undressed without saying a word. Lois's body was 
exceptionally beautiful with small, pert breasts and wide, softly rounded 
hips. As soon as we were naked, we started in a sixty-nine, chomping away 
like crazy. 

Inevitably, everyone finally needed a brief rest to recover strength; we 
talked and got better acquainted. Lois was quite willing to admit that she 
was oversexed and she hoped that they could have a nice long visit. She had 
great expectations. She wanted to blow both men often, she said, she wanted 
to enjoy everything. She was disappointed to learn that Lenny had no 
interest in screwing, but when I told her that I had dildoes of all shapes 
and sizes she was quite pleased about that. 

Ian was obviously impatient to ram his cock into me and when Lois began 
sucking Lenny, I drew him to me and guided him into my cunt. And man, did I 
enjoy that session. When she had exhausted Lenny, Lois was ready to get 
between my legs and she climbed on top of me and licked me there until I was 
breathless and wrung out. In a short time, Ian was again hard and he mounted 
Lois from the rear and fucked her in the ass. When that was over, I slid my 
mouth over Lois and we enjoyed each other for hours. 

All in all, Gwen states, the two young people were delightful friends and 
most remarkably gifted when it came to exploiting the senses and the sexual 
benefits that healthy bodies can provide. 

Ian and Lois stayed with them for three days and left only because they had 
to go back to their jobs. But, after that first visit, the two young people 
have been weekend guests on many occasions and there is a sexual rapport 
that has developed among them. and Gwen says, there "have been other 
benefits, too." 

Ian and Lois have friends who have the same inclinations that we do and once 
in a while they will bring a couple with them and we will enjoy ourselves to 
the utmost. Very often, some of their friends will require special services 
and we deal with them quite capably. One girl in particular, Brenda, is a 
beautiful redhead, but she has some very definite hangups. She can only 
achieve orgasm if she is whipped and abused and then forced to perform 
sexual acts. Lenny deals with her beautifully. I think he gets some 
perverted joy out of whipping the girl, I know that he does because he will 
often come without being touched while he is applying the whips to her most 
sensitive parts. She likes being whipped between her legs and it requires 
that to provide the ultimate in sexual satisfaction for her and she is 
always properly grateful to Lenny for his efforts on her behalf. But, all in 
all, we enjoy a good life and while it is possible that Lenny and I do 
bird-dog for each other, what's wrong with that? Perhaps ours is an odd 
marriage, but it works for us and I don't foresee a divorce. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

There is a great deal of evidence to support the claim many psychologists 
make that a dyed-in-the-wool lesbian feels a strong hatred for the male. 
Many assume that this sort of dislike may be a severe case of penis envy, or 
envy of the male's strength, because it would appear that the lesbian does 
enjoy depleting the male and many get their sexual releases out of abusing 
the male. Many lesbians marry men they can dominate and abuse virtually 
without reservations in order to enjoy these perverse pleasures. 

The case books are now cluttered with instances wherein a dominant lesbian, 
having married a man who is mild-mannered and submissive in nature, spends 
most of her time abusing the male. The degree of abuse heaped upon the man 
usually indicates the extent of the wife's hatred and emotional warping. One 
case history recently encountered deals with such a situation and suggests 
that such lesbians should not marry at all. 

 CASE HISTORY 

Irene P. is an exceptionally pretty redhead. She has a marvelous figure, an 
excellent mind and she is usually a charming young person. She is twenty-six 
and has been married to Wilbur P., three years her senior, for four years. 

Her lesbian tendencies emerged when she was in high school and have 
strengthened ever since. 

My girl friend and I used to spend a lot of time together when I was in high 
school, she says and we got around to playing with each other. You know, she 
would masturbate me and I would do her and then we tried eating each other 
and we liked it and from then on I sort of stayed with it. 

When I left college, where I had homosexual experiences in abundance, 
believe me, I got a job in creative design and was very successful. I met 
Wilbur shortly after I started working and I'm afraid that Wilbur fell 
hopelessly in love with me. He used to adore me and worship me like I was 
something infinitely precious. 

I just couldn't turn my back on something like that, so we started going out 
together. After all, there wasn't anyone else I liked and a girl needs a man 
around, or right away people begin to suspect that she is a homosexual. 
That's all you need, sometimes, just the suspicion and then you are out on 
your ear. It doesn't matter how well you do your job, once you get that kind 
of a brand on you, you are done. So, Wilbur's adoration became very 
appealing to me and we went out together for a long time. Wilbur was always 
begging me to marry him, but I kept putting him off. I didn't want a man, I 
wanted another girl, but he kept persisting. He was so much in love he was 
sickening. He was like a little puppy and I could do anything to him I 
wanted and he would take it and still keep coming back for more. 

Then I got myself mixed up with a girl who wasn't the type I cared for 
particularly and when the affair ended she became quite nasty and threatened 
to spread the word on me around our office. That decided me. I figured I had 
better marry Wilbur, just in case she did open her mouth. I had it worked 
out in my mind that if I married Wilbur and she said anything, I would 
merely say that she was a lesbian and had tried to make me and when I told 
her that I wasn't like that and was going to marry Wilbur, she wouldn't have 
a leg to stand on. I thought it was all very clever of me. 

So, one night when Wilbur and I were out and he kept pressing me to marry 
him, I finally told him the truth. I told him that I was very fond of him 
and was sure I could be happy with him, but that I was a lesbian and could 
never tell when such inclinations in me might get out of hand. Wilbur 
accepted that with a sad face, but he just didn't care. He wanted me so 
badly that he made an agreement not to try to interfere if I got involved. 
Then I told him that I would probably be mean to him and treat him 
shamefully because I was that type. He said that was all right, too. He just 
didn't care about anything, as long as I'd marry him and three weeks later I 
did. 

I had a ball on our honeymoon. I don't think Wilbur had too much fun though. 
I made him get up in the morning and fix my breakfast and bring it to me in 
bed. I made him eat me while I was having it and if he made me come too 
quickly, I boxed his ears for him. But he accepted it all quite gracefully 
and never complained. Before I married Wilbur I had gotten into the habit of 
rinsing out my under-things and my stockings before I went to bed at night. 
Once we got married I made him do it. 

Wilbur had a big dong for a mousy guy and I used to enjoy playing with it 
and sucking it all the time. I know that it hurt like hell when I would pull 
the foreskin back too far, but I liked doing it and watching him wince. And 
I'd suck him till he just couldn't get it up again and then I'd taunt him 
about not being a man. One morning we were lying in bed; I had been sucking 
him and he had come three times, but it just wouldn't work anymore and I was 
telling him what a sissy he was. I had the belt to my dress in my hand. I 
had picked it up off the floor and I guess I was just fooling with it. 
Anyway, it was doubled up in my fist and when I was bawling Wilbur out for 
having a dead stick, I hauled off and hit his cock a hell of a wallop with 
the end of the belt. Wilbur whimpered like an animal and then the most 
amazing thing happened. His cock jumped right up and stood straight. I hit 
it again and Wilbur gave me a sick look, but it actually seemed that he 
liked what I had done. 

Well, I slapped him with the belt a few times more and then he reached out 
and stopped me, begging me not to hit him again. 

"Why not, Wilbur?" I said teasingly. "I like whipping you there. I like it 
very much. Now, you want me to be happy, don't you?" 

His face got all screwed up and he told me that he would come if I hit him 
again. I didn't believe him, so I made him take his hands away so I could 
hit him some more. He did and then I hit him a hell of a wallop that stung 
his rod and his balls too and man, did he pop! The stuff went squirting all 
over the place and I just sat up in the bed, astonished. I put my mouth over 
him and managed to get the last of it and then I made him tell me what it 
was all about. 

Wilbur told me later that he had a stem mother who often spanked him and in 
time, inflicted punishment on his genitals, too, without realizing that she 
was conditioning his sexual flesh. In time, I guess, just whipping his 
genitals even slightly could have immediate reactions and he had no control 
over that. I quickly deduced that if what he said was true he must enjoy 
being whipped. Wilbur admitted that that was true. My glee knew no bounds. I 
told him that I would undoubtedly have a happy life with him because I 
discovered that I reacted quite surprisingly to abusing him. Actually, while 
I used the belt to flay his cock I discovered that I came almost each time I 
struck him. I told him that once we settled into our own home, I would beat 
him regularly. 

Wilbur didn't seem unhappy when I told him that. In fact, I got the 
impression that he couldn't wait for us to get into our own home so that I 
could amuse myself with him. 

We bought a small house in a remote section of the city where we had no near 
neighbors. I chose the house deliberately because of the privacy it offered. 

The first night we slept in our new home I had him carry a big heavy, coffee 
table upstairs to our bedroom. I had bought the piece with very definite 
ideas in mind. When we undressed, I ordered Wilbur to put his torso on the 
coffee table and then I tied his ankles and wrists to the legs of the table 
in a fashion that kept his knees far apart. His head hung down over the edge 
and he could see his own dangling genitals. I told him that I was going to 
whip his ass till I got tired of it and if he screamed or made too much 
noise, I'd gag him. I slid my body beneath the table with my muff just 
beneath his eyes and then I began sucking him, forcing him into multiple 
orgasms and each time I made him come, I got more excited. When he was 
unable to keep a hard on I still kept at him and forced him to come while 
still flaccid. That surprised me because I hadn't known it could be done. 

I had done a great deal of shopping while on our honeymoon and I had a 
heavy, thick belt that I intended to use for whipping Wilbur's ass and then 
I had several vicious whips that I had bought for other purposes. 

I began on Wilbur's buttocks and each time I struck his plump flesh I 
experienced a tiny, trickling climax that was a decidedly exquisite 
experience for me, but as I continued I found myself becoming more and more 
aroused. Wilbur was a weeping, sobbing wretch and still I continued until at 
last he was again erect and quivering. Then I took time out to suck him and 
empty his loins again. 

I gave him a brief rest period while I arranged myself in front of him in a 
way so he could eat my pussy and I told him to do it nicely or I would be 
absolutely merciless when I began whipping him again. Wilbur, as hot-assed 
as he was, needed no encouragement and he forced me into a final orgasm so 
powerful that I was half an hour getting my strength back. 

When I did recover, I was still excited and determined to treat Wilbur some 
more. I tried out the various whips I had bought and I used them to sting 
Wilbur's cock, now dangling helplessly between his legs. Wilbur responded to 
that treatment with cries of anguish and a quick, throbbing hard on. I 
sucked him off again and kept that up, alternating with whip and mouth until 
nothing worked and Wilbur was useless. That first night I let him sleep 
right where he was because I just didn't have the strength to untie him and 
help him into bed. 

Afterwards, I began experimenting, trying to discover new and different ways 
of using Wilbur. I'd whip him soundly, then suck him off, then wrap a thick 
cord around his flaccid prick and attach an ordinary flat iron to it. I knew 
that the heavy weight must have hurt him pretty bad. Wilbur accepted 
anything that I did to him and kept telling me how much he loved me, how he 
couldn't live without me. I discovered that Wilbur would do anything I told 
him to do. One night I had to go to the bathroom to pee. I decided to see 
how much Wilbur really loved me and I ordered him to lie down under my pussy 
and open his mouth. I was so stimulated when he actually did it and I peed 
on his face, that from then on Wilbur had a steady job. Forcing him to do 
that for me gave me an enormous climax and I peed in his mouth each chance I 
got. 

I guess my life with Wilbur settled down into a routine and he went back to 
work while I quit my job and stayed home to keep house. Wilbur earned an 
excellent living and there was no need for me to work. I had a nice car and 
soon found myself driving into town, having lunch at the nice places and 
then stopping off in a bar. I guess I was on the prowl and I knew that 
lesbians hang out in bars, seeking people like me. 

One afternoon I met a beautiful young blonde, a lovely thing with deep 
violet eyes, a soft sullen mouth and a visible letch. Her name was Ruth and 
she was very much interested in romance. She and I hit it off and when I 
suggested that we leave the bar and go to my house, Ruth agreed quite 
readily. She told me she was dying for sex. I knew just how that could be, 
because something about the blonde's personality had me in bad shape, too. 
We lost no time in driving to my place. Then we got undressed and spent 
several cunt-drenching hours in bed. 

Ruth was a skillful lesbian in spite of her obvious youth. She was also 
quite submissive and she told me, with her lovely violet eyes glowing, that 
she liked to be made to do things. She said she could function most 
effectively if she had someone who would tell her what to do. She was like 
that. That sort of talk delighted me and I told Ruth that I would tell her 
what to do. 

I went on then to tell Ruth that I was married and that my husband was the 
submissive type and I dominated him completely. There was something 
appealing about Ruth and I found myself asking the girl if she would like to 
move in and stay with me and Wilbur. Ruth jumped at the chance. She was 
living in a furnished room and had been working in the five-and-ten and had 
lost her job a few days ago because she had overslept. I had assumed that 
Ruth was only sixteen and had run away from home several months earlier. She 
was dying to find a home with someone who would understand her and like her. 
And I could see she adored me. 

When Wilbur came home from work that evening, I introduced Ruth to him and 
told him that Ruth was going to live with us. I told him, too, that Ruth was 
a very talented lesbian, that we had spent most of the day in lovemaking and 
that I was tired. I told him to fix supper. 

Wilbur accepted my words without complaint. Ruth and I sat in the kitchen 
watching Wilbur prepare the dinner, but I was impatient to expose the hold I 
had upon my husband and I told Wilbur that I would like him to take his 
pants and his shorts off so that Ruth could look at his prick while he fixed 
dinner. Wilbur seemed about to rebel, but I gave him a stern glance and he 
obeyed me. Knowing that Ruth was inspecting his meat affected him and he was 
walking around with a hard on. Ruth seemed entranced at the sight of that 
and I asked her if she would like to blow Wilbur and Ruth jumped at the 
chance. I told Wilbur to stand sideways at the sink, peeling potatoes while 
Ruth enjoyed herself with his cock. She began sucking him and then became so 
excited and voracious that Wilbur came within minutes. When Ruth tired of 
his cock, he went on with his work and eventually the three of us sat down 
to dinner. 

The evening meal out of the way, I told the two of them to follow me 
upstairs. There Ruth and Wilbur started fucking like a couple of snakes and 
then I used the whips on Wilbur's ass to bring him back to useful size. Then 
I got him to screw me. Then Ruth and I enjoyed each other with our tongues 
up each other's cunts. It was wild. 

Later, Wilbur was spread-eagled on the coffee table and I used the heavy 
belt first, then the whips, while Ruth was allowed to suck Wilbur steadily 
during his whipping. Later, she tried her hand at flaying Wilbur, too and 
she discovered that she reacted to that sort of thing the same way I did. 

This sort of thing became a nightly pattern and Irene was quite certain that 
Wilbur would finally leave her, but he never did. His reaction to abuse 
seemed amazing, for he confessed that the treatment Irene forced upon him 
was stimulating. He was, admittedly, psychologically fouled up. He even 
enjoyed being beaten and abused by Ruth and he was happy and content with 
his life as it was. 

Once he made that admission the girls became artful and inventive in their 
abuses of him. They had dildoes and both took turns sodomizing him after he 
had been severely beaten. Ruth was lazy and indolent and she lived only for 
sex. She saw the service that Wilbur would perform for Irene, relieving her 
of the need to go to the bathroom and she insisted upon that type of 
service, too. Wilbur performed it for both women without complaining. 

In time, Irene got into the habit of picking up men and there were many 
occasions when a male would come to the house, cavort with both women and 
get homosexual attention from Wilbur. There seemed to be no end to the 
humiliations and indignities that the girls thought up for Wilbur and he 
accepted all of them, without complaining or rebelling. 

While the case history of such a family is admittedly quite bizarre, it is 
by no means unusual and many lesbians are marrying men whose personality 
suggests that they will be submissive partners and accept the activities of 
the women they marry without complaint or divorce. 

The lesbian who knowingly attempts marriage must be considered quite 
different from the girl who has no idea of her leanings in that direction 
and who actually tries to make a go of marriage. While it would appear that 
these are two totally different types, psychologists say that that is but a 
beginning. A majority of lesbians are different types, the experts say and 
no two females are alike; and so long as men find them attractive and offer 
the protection of marriage, a home and good income, they will continue to 
accept proposals. The overt lesbian knows in advance, however, that she has 
no intention of keeping her marriage vows. She couldn't even if she tried. 

The latent lesbian is unfortunate, especially so because she often 
encounters her deviation under circumstances that are particularly cruel and 
utterly hopeless. 

 THE END 

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