Oral Sisters
by Kyle McCambridge
(BH-7143)


INTRODUCTION 

"I tensed my body and braced myself. 'Okay,' I said, and waited for her next 
move. My legs were already spread apart underneath the bedcover. I felt the 
palm of her hand rest on my covered thigh, and then I peeled the comer of 
the blanket forward. She took its edge into her own hand and drew it down 
the bed, standing. She sat down again. I was wearing a flannel dressing 
gown, but I raised my hips off the bed and pulled the hem up toward my 
waist. Now my vagina and my pubic hair were fully exposed to her sight. 
'Gee, yours has gotten thicker than mine,' she said offhandedly. 

"Rather in a business-like manner, she bent her head forward and down, her 
buttocks sliding against the bottom sheet. I closed my eyes for a second, 
then opened them. I saw her head-just her hair, really-above my crotch, just 
before her mouth descended. Suddenly I felt a warm moisture. 

"The first of the assault was mild. It was her tongue tip that had first 
wiped the labial flesh around the hole. She teased the ripples of soft meat 
with the side of her tongue. She pushed the layers of flesh around from side 
to side. She pursed her full lips and puckered them just above the clitoris. 
I arched my spine and shoved my stomach and my crotch up, pushing the clit 
against her lips and teeth. 

"I opened my eyes again, and this time I saw my sister's head bobbing. To 
give her more leeway, I spread my legs further apart. Now the tongue 
threatened the vagina itself. It brushed for a moment against the thick tuft 
of dark hair, then wagged back and forth over the outer lips. As I began to 
long for the assault, she pushed her tongue inside the hole. The walls of my 
organ moved in to cover the instrument. 

"My cunt was instantly moist, and the musky odor of woman began to rise from 
it. The way of the tongue was eased, and Elaine began to move her tongue 
faster and with more force as she tasted the fluid I was letting escape the 
sides of the twat." From a case history. 

What with the current flood of books concerning sexual matters, the serious 
researcher must ask himself upon each new endeavor, "Is this book necessary? 
Will its existence add anything new to the library of information available 
already?" 

It would be less than modest to assert at the outset that this book meets 
that test. It is certainly offered with the belief that it does, though the 
judgment must finally be made by the reader, be he professional or lay. 

I have felt the need for this volume for a number of reasons. The problem of 
incest has been treated before in serious sexual literature, but most often 
in theoretical terms. All of Freud's writings on the subject, for instance, 
are confined to general comments, theoretical statements not susceptible to 
scientific testing. The actual case-study approach has been largely 
neglected. 

Moreover, those facets of incestuous activities which can be described as 
homosexual are most often treated together with heterosexual incestuous 
activities. This, I feel, is both confusing and misleading. 

Finally, the matter of oral technique has rarely been studied in conjunction 
with incest, and never, to my knowledge, covered in book form. It may be 
useful to study oral techniques as they relate particularly to the 
homosexual-incestuous relationship, as a major technique in itself and as an 
opening "gambit" in such relationship. 

To continue, in the subject's own words. 

"With one hand she pushed my thigh away from her cheek, which was hot, 
almost burning. Her soft tongue licked at the inside of my box and then 
moved outside to the hairy skin around the entrance. I felt her lips push 
into my button. Gradually the upper lip drew up and exposed her teeth, which 
she ran gently over the sensitive tissue. Her tongue began to stretch below 
the clitoris to the hole once more. 

"Not thinking, I reached with my hand for her head, and I dug my fingers 
into her hair. The tips felt the sweating of her scalp. This must have 
encouraged her, for she began to move her head up and down in a quick rhythm 
that increased the pleasure her tongue and lips now gave me. She drew her 
lips over her teeth and sucked at the flesh around the clit. I felt the 
tissue get sucked into her mouth. Then she let it go, and as she released it 
her mouth came into contact with my moist inner lips. 

"She did this again and again, increasing the tempo of her manipulations. I 
pushed up, and my buttocks flexed time after time. Beneath us, my bed began 
to squeak. The springs were old and they moaned in time to each thrust of 
Elaine's tongue and each counterthrust of my hips. I wrapped my legs around 
her, my heels pointing in toward her spine, the soles only inches from each 
other. I was clasping her tightly in my excitement, my demand that she 
satisfy me. 

"Both hands cupped her head and forced her up and down on the ridges of 
sensitive flesh. I heard a popping noise each time she sucked at the clit, 
and I began to wish she would put her finger in my cunt. I couldn't wait, 
though, for that additional pleasure, and I reached under my leg and 
inserted a finger into myself. I stuck it as far into the pie as it would 
go. The back of my hand brushed Elaine's neck, and she put her finger 
inside, too, so that we each had one finger up my vagina "I began to push up 
with more force, and sort of roll my hips against her mouth and chin. Now 
that she had started to finger me, I grew lazy and withdrew my hand. Her 
stroking was smooth at first, but then she began to jerk it against the 
walls, drilling her fingertip into the wet flesh. Her fingers began to knead 
my thigh meat. She grabbed under my hips and squeezed the flesh there. 

"I exclaimed, 'Ouch,' when one of my pubic hairs got caught between her 
teeth. The thin strand was pulled out of my skin and it hurt for a second 
before she began to soothe away the pain with the soft wet edge of her 
tongue. She scraped the clit with the insides of her lips, and I felt her 
hot white teeth move over the hair and the sheath of skin that surrounded my 
core. 

"Now her arms came under me, at my waist. Her wrists hugged my upper ass. 
Her fingers folded into each other. It was pretty obvious that she was 
expecting me to come soon, and, indeed, I was almost ready. I pushed my 
crotch deeper into her face, holding my spine in an arch.-I could smell the 
musk that had begun to ran on my thighs and around my groin. It was a wet, 
almost tropical smell, that scent of woman mixed with clear perspiration. It 
was a sexy smell. 

"She stuck another finger in, hoping, I guess, to drive me over the cliff. 
Once both fingers had penetrated to their full length, she kept them inside, 
wiggling the fingertips against the walls of the vagina. She turned her 
fingers in me, then pulled her hand and fingers out with a flourish. 

"I began to 'ooh' and 'aah.' The pleasure was delicious, but I didn't want 
to come just yet and rob myself of the pleasure that came from drawing the 
experience out. Now Elaine turned her head from side to side, up and down, 
and grew more frantic. She gently seized the clitoris between her teeth, and 
her tongue lashed at the gathered flesh. I pressed my sweating palms to the 
mattress. My arms straightened, and I pushed down, my whole body an arch. My 
legs were stretched out stiff. My fingers gripped the sheet, and I felt my 
head snap back. 

"The orgasm was a shiver that racked me from the top of my head and down my 
spine and seemed like a flame between my ass cheeks, singeing the anus and 
the vagina at once. It dissipated as it traveled the length of my quivering 
lower limbs. The sound of the bedsprings was a whine combined with a series 
of dull thuds. The thuds at last subsided, as did the whine, and I wrapped 
my folded hands around my sister's neck and let my ass sink into her waiting 
palms. She did not raise her head off me. I opened my eyes and looked up at 
the white ceiling. My breathing became more even and measured, as did hers. 
She turned her head to one side and rested her cheek on my inner thigh. I 
stretched my arms downward and folded my fingers underneath her armpits, 
pulling her now limp body up across my stomach and toward my face." 

"We shall find," writes G. Rattray Taylor, "that in matrist periods, incest 
is a common preoccupation, and seems invested with a peculiar horror; while 
in patrist periods homosexuality seems to dominate men's thoughts and 
appears to them as the unspeakable sin." 

We have been informed, by Philip Wylie, Philip Roth, and others, that we do 
live in a matrist period, a matriarchal society. Indeed, in the last decade, 
just as the male of the species was being portrayed as an incompetent boob 
in the mass media ("The Life of Riley" was a particularly good example), and 
the matriarchy was presumably in ascendance, homosexuality has come to be 
tolerated, and, some would say, encouraged. Certainly both television and 
the movies have explored the phenomenon, and films, at least, have catered 
to the clientele. Thus the plight of the homosexual in society has been 
given favorable attention, just as homosexuals themselves have begun to 
stand up for their rights, in such organizations as the Gay Liberation 
Front. 

What I would really like to establish here, however, is a relationship not 
simply between matrism and patrism, but between incest and homosexuality, a 
relationship that would help in understanding the case histories to be 
presented in this book. To that end, let me quote Taylor further: 

... The reason why patrists should be preoccupied with homosexuality, and 
matrists with incest, is to be found in the Oedipus situation. As already 
noted, the small child deals with the Oedipus situation in one of two ways. 
In order to retain exclusive rights to his mother's love and to eliminate 
the paternal rival, the child may identify himself with the father, at the 
cost of suppressing his love for him. This is the patrist solution, with 
heterosexual love preserved and homosexual love suppressed. The alternative 
solution is to identify with the mother and take her place, retaining the 
father's love. This produces, if not outgrown, the state known as inversion, 
or homosexuality as the word is popularly used. The individual concerned 
thinks of himself as a woman, and devotes all his erotic feeling to men.... 

Now, just as the boy's love for his father is in the strict sense 
homosexual, so his love for his mother is in the strict sense incestuous. 
And just as, if he suppresses the first, homosexuality becomes a 
preoccupation, so, if he suppresses the second, incest becomes his 
preoccupation.... 

- The female, of course, identifies quite normally with the mother, in order 
to thus partake of the father's love. But just as the male child may 
identify with the mother and thus "invert," the female may identify with her 
father so as to preserve intact her love for the mother. As the love for the 
parent, Taylor says, "is strictly incestuous," the love for the parent of 
the same sex is, of course, strictly homosexual. Freudian dynamics, however, 
are of course subject to the most casual of circumstances; it is important 
to remember that in psychoanalysis, general theory may be consistent, while 
application is wholly a matter of interpretation. 

Before turning to the matter of oralism and how it relates, both 
functionally and psychologically, to the problem of homosexual incest, let 
me try to sketch the outlines of the relationship of incest to 
homosexuality. When a girl-child inverts, identifying with the parent of the 
opposite sex, she feels herself sexually aggressive in relation to the 
mother. Though uncommon, instances of mother-daughter homosexual incest do 
occur. Indeed, in matrist periods, the fear of such relationships is 
obsessive, more because of the incest taboo than the fear of homosexuality. 
And, where there is fear, as Freud has told us, there needs to be 
repression, and repression is often a dangerous thing, reinforcing those 
drives which are thought to be under control. In patrist periods, some of 
the incestuous drives are freed of the intensive necessity of the repression 
of incest and, since women are traditionally more free of the suspicion of 
homosexuality- there is no real equivalent for the concept of effeminacy for 
women-they are more free to release their drives directly. 

What is more likely, however, is that, just as the heterosexual incest drive 
is spent outside the home, on subsequent "love objects," the homosexual 
incestuous impulse is similarly directed outward, and results in lesbian 
attachments on the part of the female child, first sublimated, and later 
more actively sexual. 

Frequently, however, there is a bridge between the two situations, and the 
child will direct the feelings she has toward her mother to someone whom she 
identifies most closely with herself. This can be, most precisely, a sister. 
Those factors of attraction associated with incest, particularly 
"familiarity" (with no pun intended) and "closeness," are retained. The sex 
object here is also a female, and also a relative. 

The present volume deals with lesbian incest in the form of oralism. One of 
the important aspects of homosexual incest is that the sexual relationship 
cannot be consummated in the "normal way," by definition. Oralism is the 
technique furthest removed from actual intercourse. For the women in these 
case studies, mostly young, the technique of oralism obviates some of the 
necessity for guilt. Indeed, in the study excerpted above, the incident of 
cunnilingus is an "experiment" in which the aggressive sister shows the 
compliant sister what "it feels like" when a man performs the act. 

Kinsey found that, in marriage, "oral stimulation of the female genitalia by 
the male" occurred in 54 percent of the cases. Certainly, in extramarital 
homosexual relationships, the frequency of oralism is increased 
considerably. That, and a kind of imitation intercourse involving 
penis-shaped utensils of one sort or another, provide the main methods of 
achieving orgasm, particularly simultaneous orgasms. 

Certainly oralism figures in homosexual in-crest also because the prior 
heterosexual (or, strictly, bisexual) experience of the female has involved 
oralism, whether in the universally accepted technique of the soul kiss or 
in cunnilingus or fellatio. Indeed, as Rovert Street remarks in his Modern 
Sex Techniques,- ... the tendency [toward oralism] is unconsciously 
associated with homosexualism, the thought of which is disagreeable to 
normal people. The mere fact that two persons of the same sex can react 
passionately toward each other, is sufficient to condemn their primary means 
of outlet, even though this identical means of outlet may likewise be 
employed by completely normal individuals of opposite sexes ... That it 
happens to be a method of homosexual expression is coincidental; both the 
perverted and the normal use whatever means are available to them.... 

- Oralism is, indeed, an outgrowth of the kiss, perhaps the gentlest 
expression of sexuality directed toward orgasm. As such, it can substitute 
for the more intense commitment to homosexuality that other forms of genital 
contact can imply. 

For the compilation of this volume, I am of course indebted to many writers 
on incest, among them Freud and Reik, most prominently. Some of the most 
profound background work has been done by the former in his Civilization and 
Its Discontents. Any mistakes of interpretation, however, should be 
attributed to the current writer and not to them. 

The major part of this work consists of first-person case histories. They 
have been edited for relevance and for ease of reading, with an attempt to 
preserve intact the pertinent psychological details. I am most grateful, of 
course, to those who let their stories be told. Their names, of course, are 
disguised. 

-Kyle McCambridge Boston, Massachusetts 


CHAPTER ONE-The Teeny-Bopper and the Micro-Bopper 

Valerie C. is sixteen years old, a high-school student, and already has 
strong homosexual tendencies, though she has, as she admits, "made it with 
boys lots of times." Her one experience with an older and more experienced 
lesbian involved the use of a dildo; but, surprisingly, the object reminded 
her pleasantly of the male penis. She enlisted the aid of her sexually 
precocious eleven-year-old sister to obtain simultaneous oral gratification. 
The younger child adored and admired the elder, and thus complied. 

"Linda was always begging me to take her with me when I would go up to the 
Sunset Strip. Well, you know, it wouldn't be much fun, even though I like 
the kid. Or at least that's what I thought. I go up there, you know, to make 
it, to make the scene, and to meet other young chicks. But then this one 
time I went into her room without knocking-it was in the afternoon after 
school, on one of the days my mother works in my father's office-there she 
was, making it with a fourteen-year-old boy! A bit of a wimp, that little 
guy, though I saw that he did have a big penis-for his age, I mean. 

"So I started to let her come with me. She always wanted to be like me, and 
I guess that's kind of flattering. Anyway, I figured if she was doing it 
anyway, she could at least meet some nicer people, though I had no idea of 
turning her on to other chicks. That was her own idea, really. 

"I knew this girl named Suzie, who had this house up in Laurel Canyon. It 
was her parents' house, really, but they were spending the month in Mexico, 
because it was her father's vacation or something. Anyway, we would go up 
there and smoke dope, Suzie, me, and some other kids who'd hang out on the 
Strip. The crowd would always be changing. Sometimes it would be just Suzie 
and me. 

"This one day I went up there-hitched-with Linda. Lin had never smoked grass 
before, and Suzie had this fierce Iranian weed. I had to blow the smoke into 
my sister's mouth, inhaling it myself first to cool it, because she would 
cough every time she got a lungful. After a while I could see that she was 
pretty spaced out. Her eyes were all bloodshot, and she began to slur her 
words and mumble, even though she usually spoke very clearly. It was in the 
early afternoon, and when Suzie suggested we all take a nude swim in the 
heated pool, both Linda and I were eager. The whole backyard was sheltered 
by trees and part of a cliff, so that no one could see us. 

"I noticed that Suzie was looking over Linda real good. The way she had 
looked me over the first time she took me home, on a Friday night a few 
months before. I wondered what was going to happen once we were all naked, 
but it never occurred to me that anything would happen between me and my own 
sister. 

"Suzie started to play games with Linda. First she raced her the length of 
the pool. Then she started to play tag. She had Linda swim underwater 
through her outstretched legs, and then she had Lin straddle her legs so 
that she could navigate between them. I had gotten bored with what I knew 
was really an attempt on her part to seduce Linda. I didn't care, though, 
because Linda was big for her age, and it wasn't like she was a virgin or 
anything. 

"After a while, I swam toward them, and I saw that Suzie had her hand on 
Linda's privates. My sister's mound was nearly hairless, but for a few long, 
thin strands. The lips of the twat were folded outward appealingly. I looked 
at Linda appraisingly. She already had small buds where full-sized breasts 
would later be. She was a pretty little girl, and I found myself getting 
turned on by just that-the fact that she was a little girl. Suzie had a 
finger buried inside her own cleft. They were standing in shallow water. My 
sister was in water almost to her small breasts, and Suzie's large, rounded 
breasts were out of the pool, which came to her waist. 

"Suzie took the hand that had been lingering at the opening to Linda's 
vagina and placed it on Linda's small hand and led it to the brush of blonde 
pubic hairs at her own core. I saw Linda's pouting lips form a grateful 
smile as two little fingers slipped right inside the muff. Goose pimples 
began to line the sides of my body, even though I was in the heated pool 
water to my neck. I leaned against the side of the pool and continued to 
watch them. 

"Suzie spread her legs and stood in a kind of 'Superman' stance, but her 
arms reached around my little sister's waist. With her fingertips she drew 
the girl's small body closer to her own, and their stomachs pressed against 
each other. Suzie's thick bush of pubic hair disappeared as the two bodies 
melted into each other. The ends of the older girl's finger were digging 
into the flesh of my sister's little-girl behind. Suzie's wrists rubbed 
against the buttocks, and she separated the cheeks far enough so that I 
could see a shadow-like pucker of the asshole. 

"Now the hands moved lower; they were at the top of Lin's thighs. Linda sort 
of bent her legs at the knees, almost in a squat. But it was Suzie whose 
body folded until she was hunched on her knees. I could see her hair being 
tossed about under the water by her movements. She kissed the outer folds of 
Linda's cunt. But she rose quickly, letting the water stream from the side 
of her mouth, almost spitting it out. 

"Her hand, however, moved straight against the tawny divide between my 
sister's legs. The fingers flexed, and one made it inside the cleft. Linda 
moved her small body to one side in response to the first assault of the 
pushing finger. 

I saw the soles of her feet slide against the floor of the pool. She looked 
as though she would lose her balance until Suzie grabbed her at the sides 
and held her in her grip. Linda tensed her body somehow, looked into the 
older teenager's eyes, and then, as if by will, let herself go limp. Her own 
hand moved uncertainly forward to the garden at the intersection of Suzie's 
legs. With more expertise than I would have expected, she shoved in two 
fingers at once. Her lips formed a smile when the hole proved more than wide 
enough for her childish digits. Her fingering, signaled by the motion of her 
elbow in the pool water, was deft. She turned her hand, wiggling her wrist, 
and pushed the fingertips against each wall in turn. Suzie bent forward, and 
she closed her eyelids tightly at one particularly adept swing of the two 
fingers. 

"Suzie grabbed the rising of my sister's left breast. The nipple was large, 
a rich, deep brown, dominating the whole mound. Dusky erectile tissue sprang 
to attention as Suzie deftly slid her palms over Lin's nipples. She moved a 
hand to Linda's back. She opened her mouth on Lin's breast. Her pink tongue 
circled upon the areola, touching the chocolate surface itself. As though 
she were an animal baring her teeth, she made a funny face as she pushed the 
edges of her lower teeth into Linda. The tip of the smallish breast 
disappeared inside Suzie's wide mouth. 

"Now Linda pulled her fingers from Suzie's gaping pie, and she began to 
flick her own clit back and forth, until her breathing told of intensifying 
excitement. At the same time that Suzie was sucking her breast, she had one 
finger inside her twat, and the thumb pressing against the clit. Suzie's 
right hand began to smooth the roundness of her ass cheeks, and finally the 
forefinger sought shelter between them. A visible quiver pulsed through 
Lin's body when the end of a long finger touched the anal orifice. She 
herself put her hand to her backside and pulled the cheek outward, helping 
Suzie in her quest for access. Linda pressed her heels into the small of 
Suzie's back, raised her legs and crossed the limbs just at the ankles, and 
she rubbed her twat sinuously against Suzie's stomach. 

"Suzie pushed her own large boobs against my sister. She squeezed one nipple 
and cupped the large breast and aimed its endpoint into Lin's mouth. She 
pushed enough so that she shoved the jug until half of its bulk was consumed 
in Lin's mouth. 'It's good, isn't it, Linda,' she murmured, as my sister 
raised her head off the tit. 'It's good with a woman.' A haze of puzzlement 
was obvious in Linda's eyes, but, apparently, she could shrug the remark 
off, because she began to rub her cunt lips against Suzie. She was, 
naturally, getting more excitement out of this than Suzie was, though the 
latter appeared to be enjoying the spectacle of a young girl-a child 
really-writhing her body around. 

"'I can suck you,' Suzie said, her voice low, soft, and sexy. 'I can suck 
you so good. Better than any man.' The gaze that my sister gave was 
noncommittal, as though she were saying, Okay, why don't you prove it? She 
let her legs unravel from around Suzie's body. Her feet again touched the 
pool floor. She stepped back a little. She was breathing a little heavily 
now, whether from physical or visual excitement, I can't say. 

"She cut a swath in the water as she moved to the edge of the pool and 
toward the steps that led to the patio. She shivered a bit, then, under the 
awning, and she shook her small breasts, as drops of water flew from her 
skin. She looked about her for a towel, and found a large one draped over 
the back of a plastic deck chair. She smoothed it almost lovingly over her 
skin, and the young flesh was glossy when she was finished. She folded the 
comer of the towel and wiped the outside of the lightly haired genitals with 
lingering, loving care. She followed Suzie with her eyes as the older girl 
stepped gracefully out of the pool. 

"Suzie's breasts bounced as she walked over to where my sister stood. The 
very edge of the towel peeked from between Lin's thin fingers. Suzie's hand 
closed around the towel and she drew it to her nostrils, and sniffed at the 
traces of my sister's essence. Then she let the comer of the towel go, and 
Lin relaxed her hand. The towel fell to the flagstone of the patio. 
Lovingly, Lin wrapped her hands around Suzie's waist. Suzie bent forward, 
opened her mouth, and then slid her lips over Lin's. She tilted her head 
from one side to the other, and then at last I saw the flickering movement 
of her long, eager pink tongue. 

"Again Suzie's hands curved over the two firm cheeks of Lin's buttocks. The 
fingertips probed inside. Lin braced her body when one of the fingers pushed 
inside her rectum. Lin brought her hand between their tightly pressed 
bodies. Suzie smiled as the back of it pushed against the undersides of her 
breasts. But, as the hand moved downward, toward Suzie's glistening cove, 
she said breathily, 'It's getting cold, doll. Why don't we go into my room 
and do it there?' "Lin didn't say anything, but she looked at me. I was 
sitting down by the end of the pool. My calves were in the water, but I had 
wrapped a towel around the upper half of my body, covering my breasts, 
because it was getting chilly. I didn't know how to answer the question she 
was putting to me, because I couldn't figure out what the question was. But 
Suzie spoke up. 'You want to come with us?' I was surprised at being 
invited. But it didn't occur to me that I would wind up doing anything 
sexually with my own sister. I don't know why, it just didn't occur to me. 
So I sort of shrugged my shoulders. 'All right,' I said, more to myself than 
to either of them. 

"Suzie handed me the towel that my sister had used. I saw the buttocks 
separate as she bent down to pick it up. It looked like the entrance to her 
asshole was raw red. There seemed to be a blush on the skin that lined the 
bung-hole. Suzie just stood there while I dried myself off. My sister looked 
beyond us both, to the pool. I couldn't read the emotion in her eyes, but I 
knew exactly what Suzie was thinking from the expression that was painted 
boldly on her face. She wanted us, wanted us both. 

"As we walked inside the expensive home and up the small staircase that led 
to the hall through which one reached her bedroom, she asked us if we were 
still stoned. Both Linda and I said that we were, and she said, 'Yeah, I am, 
too. It's good grass.' Her bedroom was a mess. Perhaps a dozen pairs of 
garishly colored underpants were strewn about the room. More than one pair 
was torn at the crotch itself, and one pair had been ripped to shreds. 
Brassieres were noticeably absent, their use hardly de rigueur for the 
southern California teenager. 

"She went straight to the bed and jumped on it. She was on her back, and the 
wide spread of her legs afforded us an excellent view of her privates. One 
hand rested on her thigh, and the fingers touched the cleft itself. 

"'Come here, baby,' she half sighed, half groaned to my sister, and she 
extended her hand. Lin put out her own small hand and let herself be drawn 
to the bed. Nude, I stood at the foot of the bed, not knowing quite what to 
do. But when she had my sister straddle her thighs, so that Lin was on her 
lap facing me, Suzie said to me, 'Why don't you take the front?' I did not 
know immediately what she wanted, but it became clearer when she instructed 
my sister to kneel. With a flick of her hand she motioned me to the bed just 
in front of my sister, whose legs she forced apart with Lin's eager consent. 

"Suzie's thumbs took hold of the taut cheeks of Lin's ass and separated 
them. Her head moved, and I could see that she was pushing her tongue into 
Lin's rear. I heard a slurping sound, and then the whisper of a swift, even 
licking at Lin's asshole. Her eyes were shut tight, and the pleasure seemed 
to rivet her, for her body was tense, like a taut fiber. 

"Lin's hand moved to her own twat, but I knew that that was to be my job. 
It's hard to explain what I felt at that moment, because this was, after 
all, my little sister. But the progression of events had seemed fairly 
logical. I had had no special doubts or regrets about the sex play that she 
and Suzie had been engaged in, and there seemed no reason not to accept 
Suzie's invitation to come inside when they did. But now, just before I set 
the edge of my tongue to the sliver of flesh that puckered outside the box, 
I could not move forward, though my tongue had already wet my lips with 
saliva. 

"But just as I felt myself withdrawing from the whole thing, I felt Lin's 
wet palms on my shoulders. There was some pressure, and in it I felt the 
insistence that, after all, she did want me to do this thing to her. I let 
myself yield to that slight force, and then I wiped the edge of my tongue 
against a few wires of darkish hair. Now the tip wagged against the puckered 
lips of Lin's hole, and I felt heat like a shock on my tongue. I tasted the 
transparent film that had already started to moisten the firm tissues of 
Lin's cunt. The palm of my hand stroked the pubic bone covered by my 
sister's firm flesh. I heard the breathing of my friend, Suzie, who had 
become more excited and was obviously making her wet manipulations with more 
force. Lin slowly rotated her hips, and when a particular stroke would 
thrill her, she would sigh audibly, and each time the sigh would be deeper. 
I saw Suzie's tanned hand under the arch of Lin's crotch. Her fingers moved 
in and out of Lin's cunt, then stroked the outside of her twat. On an 
impulse, I licked the fingers with my tongue, removing for a moment the 
slight pressure I had exerted against Lin's vulva. 

"Then I folded Suzie's hand inside mine and led the fingertips on a tour of 
Lin's inner thighs. I pressed the four fingers together and with them teased 
Lin's sparse hairs and her pulsing labia. Then I let go, and the forefinger 
seemed to circle on its base, poking not for Lin but for me. I opened my 
mouth and let the finger slide in across my lower teeth. I bit down gently 
on the finger, tasting the vaginal lubrication that had been gathered when 
she was fingering Lin. I licked the skin clean of it, then rubbed my tongue 
against my inner cheek. My whole mouth felt salty. I took Suzie's hand by 
the wrist and sort of shook it, so her finger snapped back and forth inside 
my mouth. But she was apparently tired of this play, because she pulled her 
hand back, and now I saw only the bobbing of her chin as she started reaming 
Lin in earnest. Lin tried to move her legs further apart, but the strain was 
already great, and she could not give us much more access to her crotch. 

"I pushed my tongue inside Lin's labia, and my lips pressed against the thin 
membranes. I sucked in at the cunt lips and pushed the flaps of lubricated 
skin back and forth, my tongue shoving it against the side of my mouth. I 
moved the edges of my teeth gingerly over the sensitive skin, then covered 
the teeth with my lips, pulling at her skin, releasing it, then taking hold 
of it again, quickly, until my sister was weaving to and fro, clenching her 
hands, moaning and sighing. I rubbed my fingers along her thigh and moved my 
head up and down, sliding my tongue across the smooth skin, licking at the 
ridges of cunt flesh and the few long hairs. I put my finger to the clitoris 
and stroked the sensitive tip. Linda groaned and shoved her stomach forward. 
Then I pushed two fingers inside, while I circled the clit with the flat of 
my thumb. 

"At the same time, Suzie had taken her mouth away from my sister's anus and 
was now busily fingering her asshole, twisting her finger in up to the 
second joint. 

"Linda was really enjoying the two penetrations. I tried to time my thrusts 
with the ones Suzie was giving her. I could smell the musky odor escaping 
from her anus and the salt-sour smell from her cunt, which had now coated my 
fingers. 

"Lin brought her hand down and pushed one of my fingers to one side, so that 
she herself could stroke the enlarged button of her clitoris. I had my index 
finger inside her box, moving it in as far as I could push it. Then I would 
kind of twirl it, so that the vagina walls were stretched by the pressure. 
Her whole crotch was damp with moisture from my mouth, so that my tongue's 
way was greased as it fluttered into her cunt. She thrust her hips toward my 
face, and my chin was buried in her moist folds. Then Lin bent forward a 
bit, because Suzie was intensifying her tongue assault on Lin's wet 
posterior. Lin's eyes opened wide as my friend took a warning bite of some 
sensitive skin around the rectum. Then Suzie was really jamming her mouth 
against Lin's ass. 

"I ran my hands around on my sister's stomach as I tongued her cunt 
vigorously. With my thumbs, I pulled the sides of the hole apart, widening 
the entrance. Now my tongue advanced further. I got half of it inside, and I 
whipped it against the walls as they twitched around on it. I pulled the 
twat lips further apart, and the first joints of my thumbs pushed inside the 
hole, while my tongue dug even deeper. I reached up and poked a forefinger 
into Lin's navel, probing hard, and she exclaimed, 'Oh, shit! Softer ... but 
eat me harder! Ram it in my ass and eat me!' I became more gentle, tracing 
the way from the belly button to the hot pink flesh of her wet cunt. 

"Both of her hands grabbed my arm, pushing my fingers deeper into the sheath 
of her vagina as quivering spasms coursed through the cunt muscles. I could 
feel the force from behind her frail body as Suzie plunged her tongue 
fiercely into her ass. The buttocks bounced with the shock, and Lin clutched 
at her slight stomach as she let out a low, wheezing cry, signaling that she 
was coming. I forced two fingers up her cunt, which alternately expanded and 
contracted, clamping my fingers so tightly inside the spasming flesh, that I 
would have thought I could never pull them out. Her body rocked with the 
rhythm of the orgasm, and I rubbed my front teeth against her clit. Whatever 
pain this could have caused her was more than outweighed by the intense 
pleasure of her consuming climax. Reveling, I smelled the fishy odor of her 
dripping fluids as she came off. 

"Afterward, Suzie got up and went across the hall to the bathroom. She 
didn't bother to close the door, so we heard her gargle. Lin was sitting up 
in bed. Her breathing became less deep, and she was resting now, looking out 
the window of the bedroom. In a few minutes, Suzie came back. I watched her 
good-sized ass kind of jiggle as she moved toward her closet. She bent down 
and fumbled inside of it, producing, finally, an enormous dildo, shaped and 
styled as an exact replica of a penis. From the pink surface of the plastic, 
to complete the effect, there rose likenesses of engorged purple-blue veins. 
The huge head of the thing was circumcised, with a roll of soft, fleshy, 
plastic flanges that skinned back and forth about an inch or so. At the base 
of the dildo there were straps to adjust around the hips and thighs. Also 
attached to the base, by a short length of tubing, was what looked like a 
rubber bulb, like you find on syringes. I couldn't imagine what the purpose 
of that was, until I saw that the other end, the head, actually had a small 
hole in it--like the hole a man pees through. A thrill went through me and 
my breath came short, as I tried to imagine what it would feel like to have 
an organ that size pounding into my vagina and spurting come. 

"Suzie strapped on the huge machine, which jutted starkly from her now dry, 
matted hair. She looked first at me, her entire face flushed with lust and 
desire. I shivered inwardly, wondering if I would be expected to accommodate 
the enormous prick, hoping that, if my natural juices were not enough to 
ease its entry, there was some oil or lubricant handy. My fingers twitched 
at the thought of clasping that huge veined cock as it stroked into me. 

"But it was my sister, again, that Suzie was after. I nearly cried out to 
object when Suzie strode over to the bed, lifted Lin's legs, and trailed the 
gigantic head of the dildo, now drooling what looked like semen, from Lin's 
crotch to her chin and back again. Tentatively, my sister raised both hands 
and grasped the long staff about midway down its length ... it must have 
been a foot long. As if in a daze, Lin actually began to masturbate the 
dildo. She leaned forward and, stretching her lips open as far as they could 
go, she slid her mouth along the head maybe three-quarters of an inch and 
back. After she did this several times, gradually increasing the tempo, 
Suzie gave the rubber bulb a tiny squeeze. When Lin took her mouth away, 
there was a string of cloudy fluid hanging from her lips. 'It tastes like a 
boy's come,' she said, incredulous. 

"Suzie placed her hands On Lin's shoulders, and, their breasts mashing 
against each other, they sank slowly onto the bed. I watched, fascinated, as 
Suzie spread my sister's legs apart with her own and bucked up her ass and 
hips to place the tip of the mammoth tool against the lips of Lin's cunt. I 
had a perfect view of Lin's caramel-colored twat and asshole, and of Suzie's 
shaggy blonde, but still inviting, cunt. I could tell that Suzie was very 
much turned on, because her asshole was twitching uncontrollably, and I had 
a compulsive urge to sink my tongue into it as far as it would go. 

"So I really don't know if it was a cry of lust or dismay that jolted me 
forward. I only remember seeing that immense cock head begin to stretch 
Lin's cunt lips and, with a drool of white liquid, ease into her hole a full 
inch. The next thing I remember, I was seated lightly astride Suzie, gazing 
at the expression of complete lust on my sister's face as I ground my finger 
into the pulsing asshole I had a moment ago wanted to sink my tongue into. 
When I saw Lin's eyes roll up into her head and heard her groan in an agony 
of pain-or pleasure-I ground my finger in more brutally. 

"'No!' I shouted. 'She can't take it! Do it to me, Suzie. For God's sake, do 
it to me!' I leapt off the bed and seized Suzie's pink buttocks, spreading 
them as far apart as I could, and speared my tongue into her twitching 
asshole until it felt like I had it in up to the root. I grabbed her thighs 
and pulled back on them until I was sure that the monstrous dildo head no 
longer stretched Lin's tender cunt lips. Then, feeling my juices already 
oozing down my thighs, I took a place on the bed beside my sister. I was at 
white-hot heat. Roughly I grabbed Suzie and brought her into position to 
cram the glistening dildo into the entrance of my vagina. I was gasping, 
'Fuck it Suzie. Fuck my cunt. Oh, fuck me, fuck me!' I spread my cunt lips 
as far as they would go. When I felt the slimy head of the dildo penetrate 
the mouth of my cunt, a demented cry of pleasure tore from my throat, and I 
reached for Lin with both hands and pulled her over to sit on my face so I 
could lick and suck the sweet caramel I knew must be there. 

"My senses reeled and my brain seethed. My perceptions were only of cunt and 
tongue-of the gristle in my crotch straining to swallow a gigantic cock, and 
of the tangy musk odor of cunt and asshole as my tongue laved to and fro 
along my sister's tawny crotch, spearing first one hole then the other. My 
hands, as though possessed, gripped first Suzie's breasts, then Lin's, then 
went to my cunt to feel the dildo pistoning in my depths. My God, it was 
into me more than halfway! My labia were stretched to their absolute limit! 
The huge cock, on withdrawing, seemed to recede endlessly. I could feel 
every ridge of the gristly washboard. Then Suzie lunged brutally, and there 
seemed to be a staccato series of explosions inside me, climaxing with a 
bolt of lightning. 

"A thousand tiny electric shocks titillated my vagina and cervix. The pulses 
that rippled up and down my sheath, I knew, could not be caused by the 
throbbings of an artificial penis. I'd felt pulsating cocks before, but only 
with the largest ones, and then only at the mouth of my vagina, at the 
labia. But this feeling was fantastic. My cunt lips, stretched as they were, 
felt like they were expanding with each pulse-beat. It felt like somebody's 
heart was beating deep in my snatch and tapping at the door to my womb. The 
rhythm was primal, insistent, and transmitted itself to my hands kneading 
away at Suzie's swollen tits and to my mouth and tongue lunging and sucking 
at Lin's wet pussy. 

"But even in the rapid swirl of erotic images through my brain, I knew that 
the heartbeat, the primal pulse I felt, was my own-my own cunt throbbing and 
gripping at the monster organ plunged to the depths of my being. 

"I felt Lin's body stiffen and twitch as a flood of salt juices erupted over 
my face, scouring my throat and nose. She gave a tremendously loud, long 
moan of pleasure that surely drowned out my squeals of delight, and then she 
sagged over on her side while I lapped at the fluids that still poured from 
her ravaged pussy. I became vaguely aware that Suzie had again begun to 
slide the punishing dildo in and out with powerful, ramming strokes. Oh, 
God, I wanted that huge thing in me all the way! All the way in my womb! I 
wanted to feel it ramming deep in my belly when it exploded, wanted to feel 
the texture of it and taste it in my throat when it came! 

"In a voice I hardly recognized as my own, I screeched, 'Lin! Oh, God, Lin 
baby, suck my cunt while she fucks me!' But Lin seemed to be in a stupor, 
and it was Suzie who finally got the action going. She grabbed Lin's hips 
and hoisted her bodily until her crotch was pressed against Suzie's sucking 
mouth. 

"Suzie said, in a muffled but understandable voice, 'There, Lin baby, suck 
on her clit like I'm doing to you. I'll fuck her cunt and you suck her clit 
... Mmmmh! Oh, hot shit, you taste good! Oh, shit, fuck, cunt, suck! Eat her 
out! Ream her!' And with every other word, Suzie slammed the dildo right up 
against the yielding wall of my cervix. In a mounting frenzy, I stroked 
Lin's breasts and body, now hot and wet from the juices that drained from 
her crotch. She licked and sucked my clit like a madwoman. Just then, Suzie 
shouted hoarsely, 'God, Lin, my asshole! Finger it! Oh, yes! Push it in! ... 
Further! ... Harder! Mmmmghgh!' Above all the sucking and licking noises, I 
heard Suzie begin a high, keening groan, and I watched her eyes pop out, 
just above Lin's ass cheeks, as she began a spastic, frantic pumping that 
jolted the dildo into me with rending, searing strokes. She squeezed the 
bulb and I felt the warm cream spurt out of the dildo and smack deep into my 
churning cunt. 

"I yelled, 'I'm coming! Oh ... oh ... oh! God! Suck! ... Fuck! I'm coming!' 
All three of us were moaning and gasping, wailing in a babel of cries as we 
came together in one thunderous, shuddering orgasm." 

Perhaps it would be useful at this point to look into the problem of the 
origins of female homosexuality, and of homosexuality in general. Are these 
roots descended from a causality best described as "social," or are they 
purely psychological? The dialectic of sexology is largely concerned with 
such problems. Curious1y enough, it was Krafft-Ebing, today looked upon as 
one of the more reactionary social scientists, who anticipated the work of 
Freud in finding the roots of homosexuality in the netherworld of the 
unconscious. Krafft-Ebing, however, did not develop the metaphor, and left 
only the catchword "perversion" as a substitute for such terms as "hidden 
unconscious drives."...." The essential feature of this strange 
manifestation of the sexual life," he writes, "is the want of sexual 
sensibility for the opposite sex, even to the extent of horror, while sexual 
inclination and impulse toward the same sex are present. At the same time, 
the genitals are normally developed, the sexual glands perform their 
functions properly, and the sexual type is completely differentiated. 

"Feeling, thought, will, and the whole character," he goes on, " ... 
correspond with the peculiar sexual instinct, but not with the sex which the 
individual represents anatomically and physiologically. This abnormal mode 
of feeling may not infrequently be recognized in the manner, dress, and 
calling of the individuals, who may go so far as to yield to an impulse to 
don the distinctive clothing corresponding with the sexual role in which 
they feel themselves to be." 

Krafft-Ebing then posits the categorization of homosexuals in these ways: 
(1) Traces of heterosexuality, but predominantly homosexual, (2) exclusive 
homosexuality, (3) the restructuring of self-image to correspond to sexual 
behavior, and (4) actual physical resemblances to the actual sex of the new 
role, particularly with regard to the secondary sexual characteristics. 

To this categorization, we must leap the decades and then add the sequence 
of causality posited by Cornelia B. Wilbur in her paper, "The Clinical 
Aspects of Female Homosexuality," which appears in the anthology Sexual 
Inversion, edited by Judd Marmor. 

- Father "fixation" and mother "fixation" have both been postulated as 
causes of female homosexuality. "Fixation" usually refers to an attachment 
developed in infancy or early childhood that persists in an immature or 
neurotic form, with an associated inability to form normal attachments with 
other persons or objects. Sexual deviations and the Oedipus complex are 
explained on this basis by many psychoanalysts Fixation thus suggests a 
cessation of growth. As homosexuality is more probably a deviation of growth 
than a cessation, the concept of fixation does not adequately explain female 
homosexuality.... 

- Dr. Wilbur goes on to list other possible causes of female homosexuality, 
including the presence of a "seductive male parent," particularly with a 
"mothering nature," a feeling of rejection by the father, prolonged absence 
of the mother, and "penis envy," a rather narrowly Freudian approach. 

Another section of Dr. Wilbur's analysis is particularly useful for our 
understanding of the current case study. "The presence," she writes, "of 
'tomboy behavior' in early childhood and concentration on athletics in 
adolescence have been postulated as early signs of a tendency toward female 
homosexuality." But she continues, "The analyses of women, however, reveal 
many who were 'tomboys' and who nevertheless developed heterosexually. Such 
behavior in any case would be symptomatic rather than genetic." 

Let me then try to discuss, in the space that remains, the incestuous 
components of the relationship between Valerie and her sister. The younger 
child adores the older; and, to some degree, the identification of the older 
sister with the maternal figure has already occurred. There is some evidence 
to indicate that the mother in the family is rather weaker than her oldest 
daughter, and there exist few possibilities for maternal identification. 
Valerie has solved the problem by, in a sense, "becoming" her mother. Her 
sister has accepted this identification, thus reifying her sibling's claim 
to the maternal role. By way of explanation, let me just add this 
parenthetical note. At work here is the Freudian concept of dialectic, in 
which an event can be explained by opposite causes: on the one hand, as an 
identification with some factor, and on the other, as a reaction-formation 
against it. Thus, lesbianism can be the result of a dominant (overdominant) 
mother, or it can as well be attributed to a weak maternal figure. This does 
not, of course, render Freudian analysis useless, but rather puts much of 
the burden of psychoanalytic interpretation on the direction, rather than 
the content, of causality In interviews, Valerie has indicated one previous 
homosexual experience with an older lesbian, who employed, for the purpose 
of sexual relations, a dildo. This, Valerie related, both fascinated and 
repelled her. This calls to mind the statement of Bryan Magee, in his book 
on homosexuality, One in Twenty, that "Every single thing that occurs in 
lovemaking between the sexes has its counterpart in lovemaking between 
lesbians." He goes on to describe what he refers to as the three primary 
"commonplace" techniques. 

- The first consists of mutual masturbation with the hands. The second is 
cunnilingus, which is to say one licking the clitoris of the other. The 
third consists in one lying on top of the other and simulating the movements 
of heterosexual intercourse in such a way as to stimulate the clitoris of 
each. This is called "tribadism," and like buggery between male homosexuals 
it is a technique that takes time to acquire, but they become skilled at it. 
Beyond these three practices an infinite number of others are indulged in, 
but none of them are anything like as common as these.... 

One thing to notice about them is that they do not involve apparatus of any 
kind. Most heterosexuals, when they think about the subject at all, seem to 
assume that being lesbian must involve the use of some penis substitute. 
This is not so. Such penis substitutes, known as "dildoes," do exist, but 
the great majority of lesbians have never even seen one, let alone used one. 
Even buggery, involving the use of a penis substitute, is encountered 
between lesbians, but I believe this to be uncommon in the extreme ... There 
are any number of ways of constructing something useable out of ordinary 
household objects, so the majority even of those lesbians who do use a penis 
substitute use something like, say, a candle. It will in most cases not be 
fixed to the "masculine" partner in any material way, but simply inserted 
into her vagina and held there by ordinary muscular contraction. 

- It is probable, considering her reaction to the dildo used by the older 
lesbian, that Valerie herself is a homosexual of Krafft-Ebing's first 
category. 

"After that, my sister and I engaged in sex play of varying kinds. She was 
more interested, though, in watching than in doing things. Like, she would 
have me bring some guy to my bedroom, and then she would sit there and watch 
us make it "How that started out, though, was one day during the summer when 
she was just walking around the house, looking restless and bored. I was in 
my room, reading-fashion magazines, that sort of stuff. The door was open 
and so were the windows, because it's really hot in the summer in L.A. I was 
sweating a lot, too, and I was naked. I remember, because I was just about 
to go into the shower when I looked up-I kind of started-and my sister was 
standing in the doorway. I don't know how long she had been standing there. 
When our eyes met, she started to speak, but stopped in mid-syllable. I 
waited for her to continue while I searched in my closet for my bathrobe. 

"'What're you going to do?' she asked, in a bored tone. 'I'm going to take a 
shower,' I answered. Then I asked her if there was anything wrong. She said 
no, she was just kind of bored- couldn't find anything to do. 

"I remember I went about getting ready for my shower, and she came into my 
room, sat on my bed, took up the magazine, and started reading. I went down 
the hall to the bathroom. I didn't shut the door behind me, because there 
wasn't anyone else in the house but Linda. I stepped in the shower and 
turned it on. The water streamed down on me, lukewarm, but cool on my skin, 
which had perspired most of the day. 

"The water was beating against the plastic shower curtain. I saw my sister's 
hands, suddenly, in the center opening, and then, in a flash of a second I 
saw her nude breasts framed on either side by the curtains. She was 
completely naked. 

"As she raised her leg, the flesh on the back of her thigh swung firmly. She 
stepped into the shower and smiled as she felt the water spray on her body. 
Her breasts were small, but pretty, the nipples disproportionately large. I 
watched as her eyes focused on my own, fuller breasts. She was almost greedy 
as she reached forward with her hands. Her fingers lightly traced the 
downward curve of my breasts. I felt a tingling sensation as her fingers 
actually pushed into my scarlet tits. 

"She stepped closer and when she was not more than an inch from touching me, 
she pushed her chest out in front of her, so that she could rub her tits 
against mine. My nipples grew erect almost at the moment of contact When she 
held herself close to me, she also brought her left leg into the crotch 
between mine. The flesh of her thigh pressed into me, bearing on the 
clitoris for a moment. Then she wrapped both legs around me, curling around 
my body like a snake, drawing me in tightly. She stuck her wet tongue first 
against my lips, then wiped the tongue tip over the front of my teeth. 
Though passive at first, I now lashed back with my own tongue. The plunging 
tip brushed the hard palate of her mouth. It seemed absorbed in the in-sides 
of her moist cheeks. 

"Now, as the water came down, she began to massage my breasts, pushing the 
flesh back hard against my chestbone. Something like an electric current 
passed through my breast with each touch of nail or finger on the areola. 
The budlets inside the dark circle were stiff and taut. 

"She stepped around me. I felt her sparse pubic curls as she thrust her 
pelvis forward into the soft contours of my buttock cheeks. She was rubbing 
her mound up and down against my ass. With her hands placed on my stomach, 
she wrapped her legs around me from behind. The insides of her thighs 
gripped the outside of my upper legs. I felt her hand move between my ass 
and her stomach. I felt her knuckles as she dug her fingers into her cunt. 
She shoved her pelvis forward, pressing the knuckles deeper into my buttock 
flesh. Now she pushed her hips out behind her, separating our bodies, and 
she brought her right hand up in front of me and held her finger out. I 
could smell her cunt. The smell was harsh, almost bitter. It excited me. I 
sensed the ooze of lubrication forming on the sides of my vagina. Her arm 
slid across my skin, and she lowered her hand to my cunt, hesitating a 
moment. She played gently with my pubic hair, as if fascinated with it 
because she had as yet not much of her own. It was like a toy, and she wove 
it on her fingers, following the spirals of the intricate curls as they 
laced together just in front of the twat lips. 

"I took her hand in my own and shoved my lower stomach strongly forward. I 
directed her hand so that her fingers could explore me deeper. 

"I went into a half squat, so that I could better appreciate the exercise 
she was giving the lining of my box. The fingers squirmed against the walls 
and stretched the lips. My forefinger rolled over my own clitoral rising. I 
was getting turned on. I tilted my head to the side. My tongue stuck out 
slightly past my lips. She pushed her face into mine and bit at my soft 
lips. Then her tongue snaked into my mouth. She was wet, and her saliva 
coated my tongue. She was frantic as her tongue whipped mine, sliding over 
it and under it. Our two tongues wrapped around each other, like two thin 
snakes fighting inside the joined orifices. 

"Our arms folded around each other's waists, and bur breasts welded 
together. I felt the tension of her body as she pulled at me, leading me 
down as she kneeled on the floor of the shower. 

"Without letting go of her, I followed her carefully, afraid of slipping on 
the porcelain. We were both on our knees. She opened her mouth and sucked at 
my tit while, with her \ other hand, she massaged the nipple of the other 
breast, rolling the flesh of the breast back and forth. 

"I found her ass with my hands, and I squeezed it tightly. My nails sank 
into the globes. She sighed and nuzzled closer to me with her tits, which 
were hard as diamonds. She puckered her lips and then touched them to mine. 
I felt the softness of the upper lip as it touched the enamel of my front 
teeth. She brought her legs out and curled them around me. Her cunt was 
facing mine. Tentatively, I put my fingers against her vulva. She grabbed 
them and led them inside the shelter. I turned them around, pushing at the 
walls. A dilation spread the walls, opening them, opening the hole at its 
aperture. I shoved the ends of the fingers deep inside of her. She moved 
closer, forcing the fingers even deeper. 

"Now she pushed away from me, and brought her mouth to the folds just 
outside my cunt. She licked at the hairy lace around my cunt and found the 
clitoris easily, grazing it lightly with the edges of her teeth. She sucked 
in at the rippling skin. Her tongue was frantic as it lashed the meat. I 
felt the juice drip from the walls of my box. My snatch opened up from 
inside, separating so far as to let her dig her tongue as deep as it would 
go. 

"I folded my hands behind her head and started to lead her mouth up and 
down. The walls of my cunt closed in again, this time so tightly that her 
tongue was caught. When the sides of my snatch relaxed, she lazily drew the 
tongue out and continued her juicing of the clitoris. I felt like there was 
a fire smoldering inside me-deep in me, growing-that would burn me. I pushed 
up on my knees, dragging my hairy beaver across her lips, tongue, and teeth. 
The friction nearly drove me insane. I was like a wild woman, clawing at her 
shoulders with my fingernails, ripping the skin until there were thin lines 
of red. I felt as though I had a compulsion to wipe the outside of my cunt 
all over her drooling mouth. She was scraping me with her teeth. My cunt 
lips seemed to come outward, to suck her inside of me, just as she was 
licking me, teasing me with the wetness of her mouth. 

"As I came, her fingers clamped down hard on my breast, squeezing me. My tit 
ached with the release of my orgasm, just as the rest of my body coursed 
with convulsive spasms of orgasmic relief." 

 CHAPTER TWO-The Lollipop Twins 

Gail and Elaine are identical twins in their late teens. The following 
narrative is given my Gail, the less aggressive of the two. 

"He didn't make me wait for long. As soon as he had crushed the end of the 
thin reefer into the bottom of the ash tray, he leaned over the foot of the 
bed and placed the tray on the floor. Then he pushed up on the bed and rid 
himself of his shoes, the laces of which had come undone. I heard one, then 
the other, fall noisily to the floor, but I had my eyes closed. I felt him 
lie down. I was resting my body on my elbow. 

"I felt his hand press against my flat stomach. Through my jersey I could 
feel the sweat laced on the palm of his hand, and the moisture sent a chill 
through me. I hunched my shoulders and waited for more pressure. His other 
arm had curled around to my back, and his fingertips pressed into my spine. 
I opened my eyes and saw his nose almost touching my own. He inched forward 
and pressed his hard but narrow chest against my breasts. Now his thumb dug 
into the flesh of my upper belly, while the other fingers busied themselves 
with kneading my side. 

"I closed my eyes just as his lips pressed mine. The insides of my lips felt 
the pressure of his teeth. As his tongue pushed against the picket fence of 
my white front teeth, I yielded with pleasure and sucked it into my already 
heavily salivating mouth. 

"His tongue was large, thick, and heavy. I felt it wipe the surface of my 
tongue, then brush the soft inner surface of my cheek. The edge of his 
tongue then fought against my own smaller flank, grated by the edges of my 
molars and premolars. His tongue touched my hard palate while his lips 
swiveled against mine. He reared his head back, bared his teeth, and gnawed 
on my lower lip as he held it captive between his front teeth. He let me go, 
and I was even more eager to touch his tongue again with mine. Our mouths 
were joined as one, and I could not tell where mine ended and Bob's began. 

"His fingertips pressed into my stomach, just above my navel. I was 
breathing heavily, as if I were being tickled, and I almost gasped. 
Surprised at myself that I should be this out of control, when I had had 
quite a little sexual experience, I realized that I had never been so 
stoned. I looked down at my body, watched my breasts heave up and down. He 
put his hand down on my right breast, and the tit hardened. His wrist tested 
the underside of the mound, and, as his fingers pressed into the tissue 
around the areola of my breast, I felt a hundred tiny budlets stiffen within 
the dark circle and stand at attention for the grazing his knuckles gave 
them. The friction was increased by the rubbing of the inside of my bra cup. 
I could hardly wait for him to massage the hill of my breast with his skin 
against my own nudity, and I had not long to wait. His spine arched, and his 
left hand moved under my back. He rolled up the jersey until the straps of 
the undergarment were exposed. He pulled at the snaps, and I felt relief as 
my breasts relaxed from their loosened grip. Now his right hand plunged 
underneath the top and pushed away the white lace cone. A chill passed along 
my spine like a welcome spasm. I sighed as the top of his palm pressed on my 
diamond-hard nipple while his fingertips molded and remolded the shape of 
surrounding flesh. 

"The day was growing dark, and his body formed a shadow with the light that 
came in from the sides of the curtains. I could see only a dusky outline of 
his face, so I opened my hand and reached up to trace the risings and 
fallings of his delicate features. His beard felt rough against my palm. My 
forefinger moved through the slight canyon of his chin's cleft. 

"He was leaning forward, resting on his knees. He took my hand and led it to 
his crotch. I could see the zipper glinting like a row of crocodile teeth in 
the darkness of the room. The inside of my hand pushed at the covered head, 
and when I drew it back I saw that a droplet of moisture had been imprinted 
by it on the trousers. Tempted, my index finger and thumb closed in around 
the penis head. He gasped. I tugged at the zipper, and the column of thick, 
hard flesh that emerged surprised me with its thickness and its length. It 
was the color of a soft-pink summer flower, but it was heavily trafficked 
with lines of blue veins that strained the surface. I put a fingertip to one 
part of the long blue trail and felt the pulse of the blood flowing through 
the cock. I dabbed with the end of my second finger at the moisture that had 
already escaped, and then I explored the undergrowth at the base of the 
phallus. I flicked the flaps of his shorts aside and began to weave through 
the hairy twine with the ends of my first two fingers, while my thumb 
pressed against the flattened side of the shaft. Again I felt the blood 
pushing its way from his belly upward against gravity. 

"My smallest finger scratched at the scrotal bag, and I felt the small balls 
waver at my touch, bobbing inside the heavy-skinned sac. Then I took the bag 
between my thumb and index finger and rubbed the insides of the scrotum back 
and forth while the almond-shaped spheres moved accordingly. I looked up at 
Bob to see what effect this was having on him. His lids were drawn tightly 
shut, and I saw the strain of the small muscles around his eyes. His lips 
were pursing together strenuously, his teeth were clenched, making more 
obvious the line of his jaw. He opened his mouth and I saw his tongue wave 
inside. A groan emerged, a strange noise that would have been a scream had 
it been amplified. As it was, it was kind of a muffled yell of pleasure. His 
mouth still open, the groan ended, though his jaw still hung loose. 

"I was impatient to see him naked-totally naked. He seemed to sense my urge, 
for he bucked his hips and helped me pull the pants to his thighs. 

"I then put the tip of my first finger over his gash, rubbing gently until 
more of the pearl-white liquid appeared. His mouth closed, and I heard him 
inhale with difficulty, suck the air into his lungs through his nostrils, 
the process sounding like obscene snorts. I straightened my hand as though I 
were going to give a judo chop, then rubbed the side of my hand against the 
underside of the circumcised head, manipulating the bruised-purple surface 
of the glans. He himself put his right hand to his crotch and grabbed his 
member at the base, squeezing it tightly. 

"His other hand was busy pushing my jersey further up and pulling off the 
unnecessary bra. The other boob was now given the greater play of affection. 
He bent down to take my tit in his mouth. His lips covered the edges of his 
teeth, and I felt him press the tissue together around the erected 
gooseflesh of the breast-cap. He licked at the areola with his tongue, at 
first softly, then harder and faster, as if he were growing more hungry for 
my flesh and at the same time more violent. I was so excited that I put my 
own fingers into my breast flesh and shoved the hillock deeper into his warm 
mouth. His lips parted, and I felt his teeth. At first they touched the 
fleshy part of my breast, but as the moments wore on they ground against the 
reddish brown of my nipples. 

"I was wearing Levi's, and now his right hand pulled at the leather tongue 
of the belt, releasing the metal nail of the buckle from the hole in which 
it was anchored. I exhaled more easily, and then felt him slide the zipper 
down the tract. I heard him sniff, and I, almost as a reflex, sniffed. 
Immediately I smelled what he was smelling. My crotch was damp, giving off 
that musky, hormonal scent, bathing the cotton of my underpants in its moist 
odor. The opened flaps of my pants formed a V, exposing the white cotton, 
which came halfway between my cunt and my navel. All of the mossy pubic hair 
was covered, though the thick weave showed through the thin, soft material 
of the panties. The side of Bob's forefinger rubbed just inside the cleft 
itself, through the layer of undergarment, and I felt the walls of my vagina 
exude more moisture. I pressed my legs closer together as I tried to 
emphasize the friction his prodding was giving me. He raised his index 
finger, hooked it under the waistband of the panties, and for a moment just 
groped through the thick crotch hair. His whole body slithered up against 
mine, and suddenly he was on his side, while I still lay on my back. His 
finger now played with my labial folds, readying the moistened flaps before 
he dared to plunge the single digit inside the soft wet chamber. He wiped 
some of the profuse fluid over the clitoris. He rolled his index fingertip 
over the nub, and it inflated underneath his touch. His thumbnail dug into 
the flat muscle just above the even line that marked the hairy crotch apart 
from the naked and hairless stomach. 

"At last his finger plowed in between the lips of my snatch and forced its 
way deep inside me. My thighs pressed closer together around his hand, and I 
felt Bob's knuckles engraved in the hollows of my inner thighs. While his 
index finger went stroking up and down the wet canal, his thumb and 
forefinger pressed into my inner thighs. I squirmed under the three-pronged 
attack. His mouth went to the valley between my breasts, and then to the 
right mound. His teeth clasped lightly around my nipple, pulling at the 
skin. I arched my spine and raised my chest. He took the hint and played 
even rougher with the excited tip. 

"His gooey index finger emerged from my twat and stroked the raw filament 
above it. Now both the forefinger and index reentered the sheath, the tips 
of both fingers flagging against the opposite walls as if to stretch the 
opening. He pushed in all the way, then lingered for one beat in between 
strokes, turning the fingers around inside the vaginal coil before pulling 
his forearm back far enough to threaten withdrawal, then plunged back in 
again. 

"Again he extricated the two fingers, this time pressing the tips against my 
buttock cheeks, using the access of the groin's archway. I spread my legs 
even further to accommodate him. The moisture felt delicious, that close to 
the bung-hole, and even though no man had ever fingered me there before-my 
experience was not all that extensive-I somehow knew he was going to drive 
his finger inside the ring of tight anal flesh. 

"The nail of his index finger scratched at the area of skin usually hidden 
where the two cheeks join together. I felt the fingertip turn against the 
rectum, as if testing it for resiliency. In the air I smelled my cunt smell 
blend with a drier smell that I soon realized came from my other aperture. 
The two scents melted into each other until the whole area about the bed was 
enveloped in a cloud of erotic odors. 

"His thumb curled back under the arch and pressed at my glistening clit. The 
hair itself shone in that place. He rolled the surface of the stubby thumb 
over the flabby button, and I grew excited, so excited that my breathing 
became faster and deeper, until all I could hear was the sound of air 
rasping through my throat. I felt flushed, as though a fever were surging 
through my brain and body. I felt the nail drill like a knife into the tight 
folds that guarded my asshole. I gasped as the first joint of the finger 
pushed past the muscle. As if to reject the new member injected into it, the 
tissue there became even tighter. Bob pressed forward further with the next 
stroke, penetrating to the second joint of his finger, then inserted it 
deeper. I felt as though I were being carved up from the inside, as though a 
rail were being hoisted up my ass. It was a new sensation. Bob was more 
skillful at manipulating my privates than any man with whom I had slept 
previously. 'Man' is the wrong term, because most of them were really boys, 
with little sexual experience of their own, and so knew little about how to 
handle a woman. 

"His thumb, the surface of which was rough, almost calloused, continued to 
play with my clitoris and with the labial folds outside my hole. His thin 
finger was buried between my buttocks, which were burning with a pleasure 
that included pain. It was a feeling similar to the one I had when I had 
lost my virginity; the sensation itself was pleasurable, but to obtain it I 
had to put up with a kind of searing torture. 

"He bent the finger at the joint and unplugged me. I felt relief instantly, 
but almost at the next second I began to feel bitterly the loss of the 
sensation the finger had given me. But he was only teasing me. The following 
instant he drove it under the hairy arch and back between my ass hillocks. I 
felt the tiny wet poker singe the stretched inner flesh of the anal trail. 
He pushed deep into me with all the force of his arm, scraping the walls of 
the passageway with his nail. 

"Meanwhile, under the stroking of his thumb, I felt the inside of me open up 
like an abyss, the walls dilating, requesting the intrusion of his penis. 
But he made me wait while he pushed me even further toward the brink of 
orgasm. His thumb moved, rubbing the inside hollow of my thigh, just as my 
hole became more anxious for a presence. He was denying me the one thing I 
wanted most and making me all the more anxious for it as the moments went 
on. 

"But his other finger kept on plugging. It was irritating, being fingered 
and stretched in the asshole, while he just teased me with his thumb so 
close to my cunt without entering it. I raised my hips off the mattress, 
digging my heels deeper into it, curving my body like a rainbow. His palm 
rubbed across the triangle of my pubic hair, now grazing the clitoris, now 
teasing the lips of the cunt. 

"I wrenched his organ. It seemed as hard as marble. I yanked it downward 
from its base, and he let out a low groan. His left hand had begun to gather 
and reshape the soft flesh of my right ass cheek. I could feel the loose 
muscle slide against my tailbone. I pulled at the head, running my own thumb 
against the dividing line that ran from the slit. The transparent fluid had 
drooled from the tear in the head, and now I smoothed it over the reddened 
foreskin until there was a thin veneer covering it. I pulled at the stem, 
aiming it toward my crease. 

"He was ready to deliver me, to give me my satisfaction. His arms were 
stretched at my sides, and I saw his hips rising while he thrust the end of 
his tool toward my sex. My hand had slid down the pole, and pushed my 
knuckles against the scrotum until I heard Bob grunt with pain; then I 
released him, so as not to hurt his testicles. His knees were planted upon 
the bed between my sprawled limbs, and I felt the pink dome squirm through 
the tangle of dark pubic hair. 

"He shoved the thick head against the lips of my cunt, and I felt the force 
of his stomach, pushing forward. But the ring of flesh around the hole did 
not yield immediately. I reached down to my crotch and pulled the lips of my 
cunt open. Now he easily obtained entrance, and the lining of my twat 
thrilled to the bulk that now filled it. 

"At first his thrusts were slow and smooth. He plowed inside until all of 
his erection was consumed by me, and he moved so slowly that I was able to 
get every inch of pleasure. I felt the head twitch inside me, almost at the 
entrance of my womb. He pushed up and then pulled out, leaving the first 
couple of inches inside. Then he moved into the hole until our sex hairs 
meshed together. I forced my buttocks up under him, ramming my stomach into 
his. My whole body seemed a whirlpool of physical sensations, the center of 
which was my privates, now oiling frantically in reaction to the friction of 
his pulsing cock. Watered by the oozing fluid, his whang was being bathed as 
it plunged and divided me at my center. I tried to clamp my vaginal muscles 
around his poker, and as my labia hugged him he sighed with pleasure. I 
released him, and he moved back, then pushed forward again. At full 
penetration I tightened the muscles around him again. I reached down and 
lightly scratched his sac. This maddened him, and he began to move 
frantically inside of me. 

"I tried to keep up with him, but it was hard. He pushed the end of his 
whang into one cunt wall and then the other, and I felt as if my whole 
interior were being ripped asunder. My stomach was unsteady, and I could 
hear the fluids being rocked inside. The room was filled with sounds: the 
rasp of our breathing, his even deeper and more frantic than my own, and the 
slurping sound of our coupling genitals. I was following him so hurriedly 
that I surprised myself when I let out with a loud fart, which Bob 
delicately chose to ignore. 

"His attempt to support himself on his arms ended when his chest sagged 
against my breasts. 

His intake of air was like a wave of deep tremors. His fingers clawed into 
my shoulders, and he was pushing so fast and with such force that I knew he 
would come any moment. 

"Again my twat dilated around the alien form, then closed tighter than ever, 
hugging it with my wet flesh. When my climax began, I could not move. I just 
let my hips blend into the mattress, while he pumped out his love juice. My 
box opened and closed around it like a door with an electric eye. I felt 
sharp pains in my chest, as though I were having something like a heart 
attack. But the pleasure was so intense that I didn't care. I just let him 
smash me with his prong. Then it was over. 

"His body went limp over mine, and it was only after a while that he pulled 
out of me. His cock was now limp and deflated, and it stretched and snapped 
as he withdrew. It shined with our mingled moisture. 

"In the darkness, I strained my eyes to see the time on the clock across the 
room. It was five-thirty, and dinner was served at the dorm from five-thirty 
to six-thirty. I really wanted to see my sister and tell her what had 
happened. This was the first time I had just met and slept with a man-one, 
two, three, like that-and I was eager to share my experience of promiscuity 
with her. 

"I excused myself and, though he offered to drive me to Blakesley, I told 
him I just wanted to walk, maybe think on the way. He smiled and helped me 
get myself back together, so that I looked halfway presentable when I left 
the apartment building. He walked me down to the street and told me he would 
call in a few days. 'You don't have to, you know,' I said. I meant that he 
shouldn't feel he owed it to me, just because he had picked me up and we had 
balled. He smiled and said yes, that he knew, but that he wanted to." 

The preceding narrative is concerned not with homosexuality, but with a 
heterosexual experience. As the rest of the case study is presented, 
however, its connection with the larger history will be detailed. As will 
happen again in these pages, a heterosexual experience will lead- through 
"switching" or "troilism"-to a homosexual encounter with a sister. 

The teenage years are notorious for occurrences of homosexuality and incest. 
For the first time, the female child comes into her own, sexually. She may 
already have a greater or lesser degree of sexual experience, since sexual 
desire, in many if not all young girls, is at this time in its first bloom. 
Secondly, as the sexual drive is freed from the restraints of childhood, so 
are some of those other impulses, less acceptable socially, such as incest 
and homosexuality. 

The story of incestuous oralism presented here was obtained several years 
after the relationship had ceased to be a sexual one. The first-person 
narrative that follows has been edited from the transcript of Gail's therapy 
sessions with a marriage counselor. She claimed, and the counselor concurred 
with her, that her homosexual incest had impeded her chances for a happy 
marriage. The therapy was devoted to purging her of the burden of 
unnecessary guilt. 

Her story has been excerpted from the counselor's files, and only those 
portions relevant to the current study have been used. The first portion, 
cited above, deals with a "pickup" of Gail by "Bob," a physics graduate 
student who stops her on campus. In the section of transcript that follows, 
the two sisters play a trick on the unsuspecting young man by "switching," 
so that his next date is with Elaine rather than Gail. This in turn leads to 
a situation in which Elaine, whose homosexual impulses are stronger, gives 
an elaborate erotic description of her night with the male student. The 
description arouses her sister, and the two surrender themselves to a 
session of oralism. 

"Another subject that is becoming better understood is homosexuality," 
writes Helen F. Southard in her Sex Before Twenty, discussing the subject in 
a way particularly relevant to the case of Gail and Elaine. 

- Homosexuality, by its very name, means sexual in relation to the same sex, 
but there is more to it than overt sex. Adult homosexuals have found several 
physical ways of releasing sex tensions that are, of necessity, different 
from intercourse between a man and a woman. These practices become more 
desirable to them than the usual male-female sex relations. A need to be 
close to someone is present in every one of us, and for many reasons, some 
unclear, a preference for the same sex may develop in early adolescence. 
When it continues into the years when one would "-expect that a man would 
prefer a woman and vice versa, the term homosexual applies. Many young boys, 
in the gang years, before they are interested in girls, become stimulated 
sexually when they are with boys; and young girls, who need someone to love 
them, may find pleasure in the caresses of young girls or women. This does 
not imply homo-. sexuality as a way of life. Most persons, as they enlarge 
their circle of friends and interests, change, and eventually are attracted 
to the opposite sex, even if they have been, for a short time, sexually 
attracted to their own sex.... 

... New studies of homosexuals show that many of them might grow out of 
their homosexual interests if they didn't feel that they were born that way, 
or were outcasts from society because they were queer. Psychotherapy has 
helped some homosexuals to accept heterosexual behavior for themselves.... 

... Young girls frequently go about, arm in arm, and boys enjoy games 
involving bodily contact. These experiences are not abnormal; they help 
people get used to themselves and others.... 

- The important question here, and one of the factors that this book will 
attempt to analyze, is whether there would have been any homosexual 
relationships for either girl, had not their homosexuality tendency been 
directed toward each other. The question is fairly easily answered by 
analyzing all the situations, and by juxtaposing the findings, one against 
the other. 

Elaine, the more aggressive in the oralism that follows, went on to engage 
in numerous lesbian trysts, interrupted by long periods Of attachment to 
males. She remains, at this writing, unmarried. It seems clear that she 
would have eventually succumbed to this drive, unlike Gail, whose current 
feelings of remorse indicate that she would not have fallen into such a 
pattern had not the strong ties of sisterhood pulled her there. 

Dr. Albert Ellis has examined the problem of homosexuality and found it a 
manifestation of neurosis. While not denying the homosexual components in 
the "normal" heterosexual, he cites some of the reasons why individuals can 
become "fixated" on their own sex. 

- Assuming that fixed homosexuality and other forms of deviation do have 
important psychological causes, one of the most important of these is the 
fact that the individual who becomes deviated, as a result of sex teachings 
which usually derive from childhood or adolescence, learns to be fearful or 
guilty about certain sex-love acts. And because he has biological sex drives 
which usually urge him to seek some kind of outlet, he becomes fixated, 
instead, on substitute acts. 

So it is that a male who learns that heterosexual coitus is dangerous or 
wicked may easily become fixated on masturbation or homosexuality. Or, to 
punish himself for having intercourse, he may only engage in it in 
masochistic or other limiting ways. 

Even more important in many instances is the fact that the individual may be 
raised to be terribly afraid of being inadequate or incompetent at sex-love 
relations of one kind and may therefore retreat to different kinds of 
relations.... 

... Again, an individual may originally have such pleasant experiences with 
one form of the sex act (such as relations with young children) that he 
becomes convinced or afraid that he will not be able to duplicate these 
experiences with other forms of sex behavior (such as having sex relations 
with adults). Consequently, he becomes fixated on the early kind of 
contact.... 

- Once the individual, because of feelings of fear, shame, of inadequacy, 
does become sexually deviated, he usually berates himself for having 
acquired deviant tendencies; and this additional shame and 
self-disparagement drive him toward becoming obsessively-compulsively 
fixated. Sexual neurosis, like general neurosis, - thus tends to become 
self-perpetuating and often more deeplyingrained as the years pass. Finally, 
the individual becomes utterly convinced that he cannot behave other than in 
a deviant fashion and he discontinues all attempts to try to overcome his 
deviation. 

"I rushed back to Blakesley, our dorm, and took the elevator to the seventh 
floor. Elaine was sticking some of our posters on the wall when I entered. I 
asked her if she felt any better, and she said she did. 

"'Listen,' I said, 'you'll never guess what happened.' Then, for the next 
half hour and at dinner I told her about Bob, while she constantly prodded 
for detail. 

"While we were eating our dessert, I noticed she had fallen silent. But 
after a while she looked up, and her lips formed a big grin. She was 
giggling. 

"'What're you thinking?' I asked. 

"'Remember Carl and George, back home?' "I certainly did. Carl and George 
were two boys at our high school. They were both on the football team, and 
they were best friends. Anyway, for a while Elaine had been steady-dating 
Carl, while I was going steady with George. After a few months of comparing 
sexual experiences, she noticed that I seemed much more excited with 
George's lovemaking than she was with Carl's. One day she said something 
like, 'I wish there was a way we could share him, Gail.' I sort of felt 
funny, and I let the remark go. When I didn't answer, she went on. 'You 
know, Gail, there is a way we could. And you could have Carl, too. But 
neither of them would have to know about it.' "At first I objected, because 
I thought we'd surely be found out. After all, they were more than casual 
dates. And our personalities were certainly different. But Elaine had a 
plan. 

"Every Friday night, our parents had played bridge at the house of some 
friends a few miles away. Their games always lasted way into the night, 
because both my parents and the other couple were absolutely fanatic about 
the game. Often Carl and George would come over, and we'd sit around and 
watch the color television in the living room, sipping beer they had 
brought. If they brought grass, we smoked it in our rooms upstairs, because 
of the smell. 

"Most of the time we would split up fairly early in the evening, about ten 
o'clock, and go upstairs. We both had small black-and-white TV's in our 
rooms, and we could neck with our boyfriends while we watched. 

"Anyway, this one Friday evening, we both went upstairs, on some pretext or 
other, and quickly changed. Then we stood at the top of the stairs and 
suggested they come up. Both did, and I led Carl toward Elaine's bedroom, 
and George went with Elaine into mine. They had had a few beers apiece and 
were slightly drunk. Though our voices are similar, we tried to talk as 
little as possible. And, actually, once we settled on the bed, with the room 
unlit and the TV flickering in the darkness, there was not much need to say 
anything. Without hesitation, Carl made love to me. I just hoped he wouldn't 
notice that my breasts were slightly larger than Elaine's. Apparently he 
didn't. 

"Elaine had a bit more trouble. George asked her about her-he meant 
my-breasts. As we had agreed, Elaine had mumbled something about her 
time-of-the-month shrinking the size of her boobs. Which was silly, of 
course, but most teenage boys know very little about feminine physiology, so 
his curiosity was abated. 

"So now, when she suggested the same technique with Bob, I wondered. 
Certainly we could fool him, particularly if he used grass. He hardly knew 
me, had fucked me only one time. 

Though I was attracted to him, and wanted to see him again, I agreed that 
she could go out with him when he called. 

"I told her about everything that had gone on, where and how I had met him, 
and everything we had said to each other. I had already given her the 
narrative of our lovemaking in detail, but that evening, before we went to 
bed, she made me repeat it. To calm her down, so that she wouldn't be 
over-anxious, I pointed out that he might not really call, that he might 
have just said he would, out of being polite, and that my quick acquiescence 
to his sexual advances could have turned him off. Even so, after we had 
turned the lights in the room off to go to sleep, I heard her breathing 
become heavy, and the springs under her bed begin to moan. I don't know 
whether she thought I was sleeping-I usually fall asleep very quickly-but I 
guess that the prospect of the adventure had turned her on and motivated her 
to masturbate. 

"Sure enough, Bob did call, later that week, on Thursday, asking me-and, 
though he did not know it, Elaine-out on Friday night. He would phone up to 
the room from the dorm lobby. 

"On Friday I said good-bye to Elaine and watched her run down the hall to 
the elevator. I spent the evening looking through my new textbooks. When she 
came in just a few minutes before 2:30, the dorm's lockout time, I was 
already asleep, but she turned the lights on and insisted on telling me the 
whole story. 'All right,' I told her, 'I'm awake, but shut those lights 
off.' She did, and then, as she talked, she undressed. 

When she was in her sheer nightgown, she sat at the edge of my bed, looking 
down into my face, and continued to tell the story of the evening's 
happenings in clinical detail. 

"They had gone to a movie, then to a coffee bar for a drink and ice cream, 
then to his apartment. I had told her how messy it was, but, laughing 
inwardly at the game we were playing, she remarked at how neat it was. He 
had cleaned up in preparation for my visit! They had gotten stoned, and then 
he had made love to her on the floor. Later, he pulled out the bed and had 
eaten her out. Afterwards, she sucked him off. She had not signed out for an 
'overnight,' so he had to rush her home. 

"At the end of the long monologue, she said how excited retelling the 
adventure had made her. 'Talking about it to you, Gail-it's almost better 
than doing it.' I laughed. 'No, really,' she said. Tossing her head back, 
her hand rested on her belly, covered now by a gauze-like material, the 
fingers pointing down to the thatch of hair the nightgown did not conceal. 
She said she still felt as horny as hell. 

"I asked her what it was like to be eaten out. No one had ever done it to 
me. I had only gone out with younger men before Bob, boys my own age, and 
few of them were into oralism. 'It's like-' she said, starting to explain, 
then cut herself off. 'Well,' she said, 'he waved his tongue over the clit, 
until I felt that my whole box was being drowned, with wave after wave of 
moisture pouring down on me, like the pounding of the ocean on the 
shoreline. He made sucking noises with his mouth, and it felt like I was 
being drawn into his mouth and that all the flesh there was being pulled 
toward his throat, ready to be swallowed.' "I became aroused. I asked her to 
go into greater detail. I noticed that her hand hovered dangerously near to 
her vagina. Occasionally her fingers would press hard into her stomach, as 
though she were anxious for the pressure, and perhaps for friction imitative 
of sex. 

"After a while of talking like this, she said, 'Would you like me to show 
you?' I asked her what she meant, but I knew instinctively, for I blushed 
from head to foot, though she couldn't see my embarrassment in the dark. I 
really don't think any of what happened next would have happened had the 
lights been on. I don't think we could have ever faced each other with the 
lights on, and she wouldn't have suggested it, and I wouldn't have agreed. 
'I mean, I'll do it to you,' she said, 'so you'll know what it feels like.' 
"I took a deep breath, exerting an effort to steady my voice. 'You don't 
think there would be anything wrong with it?' I asked naively. 'I mean, 
weird or anything?' She was silent for an instant, then said, 'No, not 
really. I mean, it's not like we were lesbians or anything. We're just 
sisters. I'd just be sort of showing you what Bob did to me.' "I tensed my 
body and braced myself. 'Okay,' I said, and waited for her next move. My 
legs were already spread apart underneath the bedcover. I felt the palm of 
her hand rest on my covered thigh, and then I peeled the comer of the 
blanket forward. She took its edge into her own hand and drew it down the 
bed, standing. She sat down again. I was wearing a flannel dressing gown, 
but I raised my hips off the bed and pulled the hem up toward my waist. Now 
my vagina and my pubic hair were fully exposed to her sight. 'Gee, yours has 
gotten thicker than mine,' she said off-handedly. 

"Rather in a business-like manner, she bent her head forward and down, her 
buttocks sliding against the bottom sheet. I closed my eyes for a second, 
then opened them. I saw her head- just her hair, really-above my crotch, 
just before her mouth descended. Suddenly I felt a warm moisture. 

"The first of the assault was mild. It was her tongue tip that had first 
wiped the labial flesh around the hole. She teased the ripples of soft meat 
with the side of her tongue. She pushed the layers of flesh around from side 
to side. She pursed her full lips and puckered them just above the clitoris. 
I arched my spine and shoved my stomach and my crotch up, pushing the clit 
against her lips and teeth. 

"I opened my eyes again, and this time I saw my sister's head bobbing. To 
give her more leeway, I spread my legs further apart. Now the tongue 
threatened the vagina itself. It brushed for a moment against the thick tuft 
of dark hair, then wagged back and forth over the outer lips. As I began to 
long for the assault, she pushed her tongue inside the hole. The walls of my 
organ moved in to cover the instrument. 

"My cunt was instantly moist, and the musky odor of woman began to rise from 
it. The way of the tongue was eased, and Elaine began to move her tongue 
faster and with more force as she tasted the fluid I was letting escape the 
sides of the twat. 

"With one hand she pushed my thigh away from her cheek, which was hot, 
almost burning. The soft tongue licked at the inside of the box and then 
moved outside to the hairy skin around the entrance. I felt her lips push 
into my button. Gradually the upper lip drew up and exposed her teeth, which 
she ran gently over the sensitive tissue. Her tongue began to stretch below 
the clitoris to the hole once more. 

"Not thinking, I reached with my hand for her head, and I dug my fingers 
into her hair. The tips felt the sweating of her scalp. This must have 
encouraged her, for she began to move her head up and down in a quick rhythm 
that increased the pleasure her tongue and lips now gave me. She drew her 
lips over her teeth and sucked at the flesh around the clit. I felt the 
tissue get sucked into her mouth. Then she let it go, and as she released it 
her mouth came into contact with my moist inner lips. 

"She did this again and again, increasing the tempo of her manipulations. I 
pushed up, and my buttocks flexed time after time. Beneath us, my bed began 
to squeak. The springs were old and they moaned in time to each thrust of 
Elaine's tongue and each counterthrust of my hips. I wrapped my legs around 
her, my heels pointing in toward her spine, the soles only inches from each 
other. I was clasping her tightly in my excitement, my demand that she 
satisfy me. 

"Both hands cupped her head and forced her up and down on the ridges of 
sensitive flesh. I heard a popping noise each time she sucked at the clit, 
and I began to wish she would put her finger in my cunt. I couldn't wait, 
though, for that additional pleasure, and I reached under my leg and 
inserted a finger into myself. I stuck it as far into the pie as it would 
go. The back of my hand brushed Elaine's neck, and she put her finger 
inside, too, so that we each had one finger up my vagina. 

"I began to push up with more force, and sort of roll my hips against her 
mouth and chin. Now that she had started to finger me, I grew lazy and 
withdrew my hand. Her stroking was smooth at first, but then she began to 
jerk it against the walls, drilling her fingertip into the wet flesh. Her 
fingers began to knead my thigh meat. She grabbed under my hips and squeezed 
the flesh there. 

"I exclaimed, 'Ouch,' when one of my pubic hairs got caught between her 
teeth. The thin strand was pulled out of my skin, and it hurt for a second 
before she began to soothe away the pain with the soft wet edge of the 
tongue. She scraped the clit with the insides of her lips, and I felt her 
hot white teeth move over the hair and the sheath of skin that surrounded my 
core. 

"Now her arms came under me, at my waist. Her wrists hugged my upper ass. 
Her fingers folded into each other. It was pretty obvious that she was 
expecting me to come soon, and, indeed, I was almost ready. I pushed my 
crotch deeper into her face, holding my spine in an arch. I could smell the 
musk that had begun to run on my thighs and around my groin. It was a wet, 
almost tropical smell, that scent of woman mixed with clear perspiration. It 
was a sexy smell. 

"She stuck another finger in, hoping, I guess, to drive me over the cliff. 
Once both fingers had penetrated to their full length, she kept then inside, 
wiggling the fingertips against the walls of the vagina. She turned her 
fingers in me, then pulled her hand and fingers out with a flourish. 

"I began to 'ooh' and 'aah.' The pleasure was delicious, but I didn't want 
to come just yet and rob myself of the pleasure that came from drawing the 
experience out. Now Elaine turned her head from side to side, up and down, 
and grew more frantic. She gently seized the clitoris between her teeth, and 
her tongue slashed at the gathered flesh. I pressed my sweating palms to the 
mattress. My arms straightened, and I pushed down, my whole body an arch. My 
legs were stretched out stiff. My fingers gripped the sheet, and I felt my 
head snap back. 

"The orgasm was a shiver that racked me from the top of my head down my 
spine and seemed like a flame between my ass cheeks, singeing the anus and 
the vagina at once. It dissipated as it traveled the length of my quivering 
lower limbs. The sound of the bedsprings was a whine combined with a series 
of dull thuds. The thuds at last subsided, as did the whine, and I wrapped 
my folded hands around my sister's neck and let my ass sink into her waiting 
palms. She did not raise her head off me. I opened my eyes and looked up at 
the white ceiling. My breathing became more even and measured, as did hers. 
She turned her head to one side and rested her cheek on my inner thigh. I 
stretched my arms downward and folded my fingers underneath her armpits, 
pulling her now limp body up across my stomach and toward my face. 

"I rubbed the back of my head into the pillow below it, and felt the 
pillowcase dry the moisture which had apparently streamed down the sides of 
my neck. As I pressed my fingers into the slight stubble of my sister's 
underarms, I realized that she was wet, too, from her part of the exertion. 
Then she asked me, as calmly as if she were asking me whether I wanted a cup 
of tea, whether I had liked it. 

"'Well ... I began, but then I realized that my tone was too equivocal and 
that Elaine would be disappointed. 'No, what I mean,' I went on, confused, 
'is that it's really great' She looked up at me, and she had a broad smile 
on her face. 

"'Do you want to do it to me?' she asked cheerfully, and I shivered 
inwardly. It was one thing to have it done to me, but to do it to another 
girl was sort of disgusting. Then I realized that she would think I was just 
being selfish, and I admitted to myself that it might be true. I owed it to 
her to try. 'Right now?' I asked. She answered with a question of her own: 
'Why not?' I shrugged and took my nightdress over my head, my breasts a bit 
chilled by the night air. The nipples on them were stiff, but perhaps that 
was the excitement of what was to happen: my first active participation in a 
lesbian experience. 

"Elaine had spread herself on the bed, her body fitting neatly into the 
outline my own had made and warmed for her on the sheets. Her legs were both 
bent at the knees. She had her right hand over her belly, just below the 
navel. Her little finger was almost into the tangled threads of pubic hair. 
She made a slight movement of her buttocks on the sheet. I could hear the 
sound of skin against linen, and I sort of tingled. It was as though she 
were raising her hips sensuously, as in orgasm. I put my right hand outside 
the angle of her two legs and started to bend forward. The tip of my left 
breast touched her leg. Then I felt her fingers push into my shoulder blade. 
She had sat up on the bed, though her legs hadn't moved. 

"She bowed her head, and I felt her wet lips part and expose her teeth 
against my naked shoulder. She brushed the lips against me like the wings of 
a butterfly. I felt wet there and excited, though the sensation was just at 
a pinpoint. Her hands framed my face. The tips of her long fingers jammed 
against my cheekbones and curved back into my hair. Her thumbs curled under 
my jaw. I closed my eyes, for I knew what was coming. 

"Her breath was warm and fresh as I breathed it through my nostrils. I 
inhaled deeply. Her tongue carved a path through my lips and separated my 
teeth, and her tongue slid over mine. Hers was thicker than my own, and it 
seemed to fill my whole mouth. A strand or two of spittle ran from the 
comers of my mouth. Through my lips, I felt the pressure of her teeth 
against my gums. Now her fingers were caressing wildly over my back, around 
my waist. She took my hand and brought it to her crotch. At first I felt 
just the texture of the hair, but I followed a trail of moisture to the gap 
itself. My fingers almost fell inside the cleft-her hole was really much 
looser than mine. I wiggled the fingertips inside the chute. She was wet. 
She shoved against my hand, as if she were trying to swallow my whole hand 
in her cunt. She bucked her hips, beginning a slow rhythm with them. 

"She lay back on the bed and closed her eyes. I pulled my hand back out of 
her cunt, and my fingers curled over her thigh. I forced my head uncertainly 
forward, shutting my eyes tightly. My lips separated, and then I brought 
them down on Elaine's cunt. I stuck my tongue out and palped the sensitive 
flesh of her loins like a fluttering bird. Her thighs opened wider and the 
insides of her legs touched my arms. 

"I knew pretty much what she would taste like, because sometimes I would 
masturbate and then taste my fingers when I was through. I pushed the 
slivers of raw-pink labia around with the end of my tongue, then brought my 
open mouth closer to her crotch. She arched her spine and raised her hips, 
bringing the vulva to my open mouth. I aimed my tongue inside her chute and 
plunged in. It tasted like salty slush, a little more bitter as I stuck my 
tongue up further. She was raw and wet, growing wetter as I sucked. Her 
wrists turned on my shoulders, while the fingertips and nails scratched at 
my back and armpits. 

"My jaw fell into the depression of her snatch as she pushed against my 
face. She rolled her body at first, with smooth, circular movements, but 
then she began to flex her body as though it were a whip of flesh she were 
testing. I felt the energy in her body as she instinctively tightened her 
muscles, withstanding in this way the tension she was storing for final, 
climactic release. 

"She pushed up, harder, burying my chin in her labial flesh. Her body began 
to relax and tighten up in swift turns. At first the sequence of tensings 
and unfoldings was subtle and fast. But now, as I continued to lick at her 
hairy privates, the rhythm of her body slowed, and the arching of her taut 
frame was more anxious, more uncontrolled. My hands went to the sides of her 
hips. My fingernails glided over the pale, smooth skin that covered her hip 
bones. I moved my right hand up, almost to the waist, and she said, 'Oh, 
yeah, yeah, scratch me, yeah, ooh, that's good.' But I was timid. Instead, I 
just rubbed my moistened palms across the flesh. 

"She began to coil toward orgasm, her systolic movements growing shorter. My 
arms were draped over her sprawled legs, and I began to move my whole head, 
with my mouth sucking everywhere, around and around, rubbing my nose against 
the clitoris while bucking my tongue against my sister's labia. The swooshy 
noise I was making with my tongue and lips was like someone sucking on a 
straw when the cup is empty. 

"I drew my knees up under me, so I was kneeling, my breasts separated from 
her stomach by inches. My tits were hard. I looked down at the right nipple, 
and a chill passed through me. She brought her cunt to my mouth slowly and 
deliberately. I started to wag my head as my tongue crossed the soggy 
network of curly hairs. I could see the subtle gradations of pink on the 
skin of her nymphae and labial folds. I raised my head to breathe, and as 
the hot smell of her box seeped into my lungs, she moaned petulantly, 'Eat 
me, eat me! It's close, I can feel it!' So I returned to my exercise. After 
a few moments, she broke into a gallop, bruising my lips with the 
convulsions that racked her. I would have thought she was coming, except 
that the spasms lasted too long, and, toward the end, her movements became 
even more violent. 

"She almost threw herself off the bed. But I put my arms up on her breasts 
and held her down. Now she seemed to push herself into the mattress on the 
downstrokes. It was as if she were jumping supine on a trampoline. Her arms 
were raised up, as if in supplication. I could scarcely feel the tremors of 
the orgasm, she was bouncing so strenuously under me. 

"Later that year, Elaine started going out with Eliot Sellers, the divorced 
father of one of our dorm friends, a girl named Sally. Sellers was a newsman 
from Los Angeles, a radio broadcaster. He was one of the younger fathers, 
and certainly in better shape than most men his age. He was just forty, and 
he worked out a lot, so he had a good, strong body. He had light, sandy 
hair, and he dressed very well. He made a point of flying up from Los 
Angeles on several weekends, ostensibly to see his daughter, but really to 
see Elaine. 

"By this time Elaine was already getting hung up on homosexuality. She had 
had a couple of other lesbian experiences with two girls, one in our dorm 
and another in the other girls' dorm in the complex. She looked up to Eliot, 
sort of like a substitute father, and she began to confide in him. They were 
fucking, but still she would explain about having had cunnilingus with me. 
He didn't mind, and, as I get the picture, he was kind of titillated, at any 
rate. He always encouraged her to go on with extremely detailed stories and 
descriptions of these affairs. 

"At one point she suggested to him that she would feel more at ease if there 
were another girl in bed with her. She knew he would like that, too. When 
she suggested that the other girl be me, he jumped at the chance. Of course, 
she didn't ask me until after she had told him, but, with a little 
persuasion, she got me to go along. 

"Eliot rented a motel room about ten miles from the campus. We went there 
about ten at night, and Elaine and I stayed in the car while he registered. 
I was slumped down in the back seat. Elaine was up front. We figured we'd go 
in one at a time, and if the guy at the desk was looking, he'd think that 
Elaine had come out, when it would really just be me going in. As it 
happened, he wasn't nosy, and he didn't watch us go inside. The rooms were 
around a courtyard, with a small kidney-shaped swimming pool. 

"Elaine went straight into the bathroom. She switched on the light, and I 
could hear the whirring of the overhead fan in the windowless cubicle. She 
didn't bother to close the door, and I could see her move about hurriedly, 
shedding her clothes and rearranging her hair in consulation with the 
mirror. 

"I was alone in the other room, the large bedroom, with Eliot. He smiled at 
me, but I felt shy, too shy to strip right then. But he thought nothing of 
my hesitancy-if, indeed, he noticed it-and started to disrobe. He was in his 
jockey shorts when my sister came in, her breasts hanging loose and naked, 
but still wearing half-panties of white cotton. She looked at me curiously 
and with some annoyance, then cocked her head toward the bathroom. I went in 
and undressed quickly. I could hear Eliot sigh, and I guessed-rightly-that 
she was already beginning to fondle his penis. 

"When I came back, in my bra and panties, she was standing at the side of 
the bed, leaning forward, and rolling the palm of her hand over the bulb at 
the end of his long, thick stick. She hadn't bothered to have him take off 
his briefs, and a few straggling black pubic hairs were nestled in the folds 
of the underwear's crotch. She looked over her shoulder at me, and I walked 
around to the other side of the bed. I was getting kind of excited now. 

"Eliot's prick was big and thick. My sister's thumbnail scraped the glans 
casually, while the forefinger of her other hand ran down the flattened side 
of the stalk. A single transparent tear had already seeped out of the slit 
and began to drip down the glans. 

"I stretched out on the bed, turning on my side. Eliot reached for my 
breasts, encased in the fabric of my brassiere. His hand found the clasp, 
and I inhaled as he unleashed it. My sister grabbed my left cup and pulled 
the bra off, throwing it to the floor. Then her open hand drew away from 
Eliot's prong, and like elastic the semen stretched until the string broke. 
She rubbed my tit with her come-moistened palm. She began to knead the 
flesh, sticking her long, well-manicured nails into my diaphragm as she 
swept below the boobs. 

"Through my pants, Eliot felt my beaver. I pressed my thighs together around 
his hand and felt the heat flow from my crotch to his fingertips. He prodded 
the lizard-like ripples of exterior skin, until the synthetic fabric showed 
drops of wetness from my vaginal secretions. Elaine, now on her knees, 
retreated toward the foot of the bed. She slithered her hands under me and 
pulled the panties past my buttocks. Eliot's fingers were reluctant to give 
way even for a moment. 

"While his forefinger diddled at my clitoris, Elaine stuck her finger inside 
the hole itself. I pushed against her and her knuckles grazed my vulva. 
Elaine pulled her finger and pushed forward, past Eliot, and covered me with 
her nudity. Her knees were still planted on the bed, and Eliot busied 
himself with divesting her of the lone undergarment she still wore. I saw 
her patch of bristle and stuck my hands between her legs. I wrapped one hand 
around the inside of her thigh, and with the fingertips of the other I 
stroked her clitoris. 

"Eliot was on his side now. It was clear that he was content really to 
watch. His prick was huge, pulsing and straining with the flow of blood 
through the blue veins. Absentmindedly, almost, my sister reached behind to 
seize his weapon. She squeezed it so hard that I could see the exercise 
reflected in the tensing of her facial muscles. She relaxed, then squeezed 
again. I looked at Eliot. He was all teeth, smiling. The harsh clutching was 
causing him no discomfort. 

"Her thumb flicked my button, while her index finger coursed my vaginal 
canal, producing lavish moisture from the walls. Then she pulled her finger 
out, only to reinsert the index and middle finger, working together now, 
doubling the width of the machine that now fingered me. She stuck a third 
finger inside, and now the circumference of the hole felt strained. She 
pushed my legs further apart and removed her hand from the wound. On her 
knees, she came into the angle my legs formed. Sticking her hips out and 
bending back, she tried to rub her sex against mine. She straightened her 
legs and put them under me. Her arms supported my torso. My legs were 
wrapped around her waist. I felt her wetness against my own. She was hot. I 
put my finger inside of her, and I watched as the wagging tip caused a 
change in her breathing, making the sighs turn into quick gasps. 

"The smell of sex wafted into our noses. I kept my eyes open, but my sister 
closed hers, opening them occasionally, but betraying no emotion: they 
looked glazed over. When a stroke of my finger would particularly affect 
her, she would seem to squint, even with the lids closed. She folded her 
fingers, then rubbed the knuckles over her own clitoris, while I continued 
to press my own hand against her organ, my forearm aching with the regular 
assault. 

Her other hand now came slowly, smoothly, from where it had rested on my 
back, and the fingertips lightly touched my body. Her thumb flexed downward, 
and she rubbed the clitoral nub with the joint of the thick finger. I pushed 
my hands into the mattress and tried to raise my hips up, in that way to 
double the pressure against my jewel. 

"But Elaine was getting impatient and she arranged me on the bed. I kept my 
legs sprawled at full extension. On her knees, she bent her head forward to 
my crotch. Her own legs were spread wide. Eliot moved quickly and 
gracefully, I could see only his hairy thighs in this chain of lust, and 
occasionally his bobbing chin, as the sounds of suction began to fill the 
room. I squeezed my sister's breasts as she let her tongue streak lazily 
over the cleft, which had now relaxed. Her tongue flexed against the first 
millimeters of flesh inside of the hole. Once she had wet me with the 
tongue, she let a cool column of air come from her lungs. It felt like ice. 

"She puckered her lips and gripped a hunk of the surrounding flesh between 
her teeth. She was gentle, though, and she just rolled the slight pocket of 
flesh inside her mouth. The air whistled through the spaces between her 
teeth. She pushed the upper teeth inside the narrow cavern, and she scraped 
the film-covered flesh with the edges. I crossed my arms over my breasts and 
dabbed my fingers into my nipples. The areolas became like warm stones as I 
pushed the brown crown into the soft mounds of tissue. I nestled my chin 
against the slope of the breast and licked the cap, making it shine under 
the glow of the lamp on the nightstand. I let the breast resume its natural 
position and just ran my palm over it until it got even stiffer and was dry 
of the saliva with which I had moistened it. 

"With the end of her tongue, Elaine was pushing around the flaps and folds 
of skin that guarded the hole. But I was hungry for pressure on the clit, so 
I shoved my right hand in between my sister's face and my own pubic area. I 
easily found the nub, and I laced it with the moisture that had come seeping 
from my pussy. I rolled the button of skin and flesh and got hotter and 
hotter. Elaine was cutting deep into me with her tongue, probing hard into 
my cunt meat. Behind her, his head framed by the archway of her spread legs, 
Eliot was making wild sucking noises. He had his arm raised, the fingertips 
ramming between the cheeks of her ass. Her hips were beginning to roll, in 
wide bumps and grinds, to increase the friction of his fingertips against 
the back door to her body. 

"She reached up to my breasts with one hand, and forced her fingers under my 
own. grasping and squeezing. She pinched the nipple between her anxious 
fingers, playfully teasing the point. She pushed her thumb up into the soft 
underside of the breast. She was licking at my pussy still, and I felt the 
saliva mix with lubrication and ooze over the cluster of hair and loose, 
dangling skin, hanging from the sides of the vaginal opening. 

"Eliot disengaged himself and raised both of her legs in the air, then 
draped them over his shoulders. I could see the top of his head move now, as 
he continued to lick at Elaine's pussy. He pushed her buttocks apart with 
his hands, then let his tongue slide from vaginal hole to rectal opening. 

"He was on his knees. His pecker stood out at attention below his stomach. 
More semen had oozed out from the eye of the cock. The foreskin was pulled 
back to expose the purplish glans. Below the member the bag of testicles 
hung, the wrinkles skin brown and tough. 

"Elaine's body shot down at an angle from Eliot's hunched shoulders. A 
shudder passed through her. I felt the jerk of her head, and then the edges 
of her teeth slid over to the inside of my thigh. Quickly, thirstily, she 
returned to my cunt as orgasm passed through her. With one hand, Eliot began 
to rub his prick. The fingers folded over the long tube, and now hot lava 
began to burst out from its head. One hot globule and then another flew into 
my stomach and legs. My fingernails sank into my breasts, and I felt the 
nipples against the fingers. They were hard, and I was coming. I lifted my 
hips and shoved my twat up into my sister's mouth. I opened my mouth and my 
eyes, and a hurricane of air filled my throat. I looked at Eliot, and his 
face was still contorted with his orgasm. He was still spraying the hot glue 
out toward me. Some of it. landed on the bedspread, some on my own skin. His 
other hand rested under the scrotal sac, cupping it just as it was giving 
its sweet milk. 

"I was still coming when he stopped, and I came for seconds after my 
sister's movements became a slow-motion dance in ebbing passion. The smell 
of female juices now mingled with that of the sugar-sweet cream from Eliot's 
organ. Clumps of sperm stuck to the stillerect mass of his cock, looking now 
like a coating of vaseline. I felt my sister breathe air in, her face down 
in my damp center." 

 CHAPTER THREE-Oral Troilism 

The case of Dawn, fourteen, her fifteen-year-old sister, Peggy, and the 
latter's seventeen-year-old boyfriend, Tom, from whose standpoint the story 
is related. 

"I met Peggy one Friday night at the movies. She was standing in the lobby 
with this girl friend of hers. I was with Bob, this friend of mine. We went 
up to them and started talking. We wound up taking them for sodas. Then we 
made out in Bob's car, Peggy and I were on the back seat, and Bob and the 
other girl were in the front. 

"So I started going out with Peggy. She wasn't very bright, and she looked 
kind of slutty. I wouldn't take her anywhere good, you know, but she did the 
deed, as they say, and that was good enough. 

"She started inviting me to her house, because her parents both worked 
during the day. So we would go to her bedroom and make out, this usually 
leading to screwing. She lived at the edge of town in an old run-down tract 
home. Most of the other tract houses there were abandoned. She had this 
sister, Dawn, though, who was pretty sexy, even though she was only 
fourteen. In some ways she was sexier than Peggy. Her voice was deep, kind 
of throaty, a little like Lauren Bacall's. And, though she had small 
breasts, she didn't wear a bra around the house, and you could see the 
nipples pushing up and through the fabric of her blouses. She would always 
grab at the bottom of the shirt and force the material against the skin. 
Sometimes I could tell that the tit was erect, just from the way she held 
it. 

"I could tell she was turned on by me, too, because of the way she'd always 
parade around like this. She had close-cropped blonde hair. I knew it was 
real blonde, because one time she walked past Peggy's bedroom when she had 
left the door open. She already had a real bush of pubic hair, and it was 
blonde. 

"This kind of thing made Peggy up-tight. But I provoked it, I guess, by 
flirting with her sister. After a while, I started hinting around that maybe 
the kid could participate in some sex with us. Peggy wasn't hot about the 
idea, but I found a way I could turn her on to it. 

"I started bringing sexy pictures over with me. I noticed that these were 
really getting to her, because, after she would be looking at them, it was 
hard to tear her attention to something else-actual sex-because her eyes 
were glued to the glossy color photographs. I got them from my brother, who 
lived in Tijuana. 

"After a while, she would just sort-of settle on the bed, naked, holding the 
pictures in her hand. Her legs might not be spread apart at first, but after 
a while they would spread until she made a V with her limbs. 

"About the fourth time I brought this stuff over, she let her hand wander to 
the beaver. Her index finger slid right down over the clitoris. It didn't 
move, but I noticed her breathing was heavy. I was lying on the bed next to 
her, naked -we had just fucked a few minutes before-and I was starting to 
get aroused again by the image of her lying there, naked, dabbing at her 
crotch with her finger. 

"I put my hand on her breast. Her nipple was already stiff. I pushed my 
thumb into the red-brown circle. She arched her back and pushed the breast 
further against my finger, surrounding the first joint with pure, white-pink 
skin. 

"I could smell her cunt. The mixture was of the tangy scent of her own 
vaginal fluids mixed with the sperm I had recently sown inside of her. It 
was a little like the spray of ocean at a dirty beach. 

"I put my hand above hers, and my fingers curled down toward the slash 
itself. I pushed my index finger inside, and the flat of the finger felt a 
clump of semen that had adhered to one side, just beyond the opening. She 
pushed her pelvis up to me. I bent my finger inside of her and then 
straightened it again. 

"'Go down on me, Tommy,' she said, laying the picture aside. I brought my 
mouth down to the intersection of her legs. She moved her hand to the inside 
of her thigh, then brought her legs close together, crossing them at the 
ankles. I dug my hands into her belly, just above the crotch. Her pubic hair 
was coarse, and I enjoyed the harsh texture of it, playing with it with my 
fingers. I pushed another finger inside the hole. Her cunt was tight, even 
though she had fucked dozens of guys. I know, because she told me. 

"I took my fingers out and smeared the fluid across her large left breast. 
When I lifted my fingers, a strand of semen stretched out, then broke. I 
pushed myself down on the bed. I opened my mouth wide, but my tongue was 
lazy as it followed the jutting lips of her vaginal skin. Inside, I tasted 
my own essence, mixed with her lubricating fluids. I pressed my fingernails, 
like claws, into her inner thighs. I gripped the flesh and pulled it away 
from the thigh bone. 

"My lips smeared all over the hair of the beaver. She moaned softly. 'Give 
me your teeth,' she cried, her voice a hoarse whisper, reminding me 
instantly of her sister's voice, and I ran my teeth against the protruding 
folds. I bit down on the flesh just at the side of the hole, then released 
my grip and coated the clitoris with the film of my dripping saliva. 

"I smelled the anal smell from between her legs, filtering up. I hit harder 
at her with my mouth, striking the jaw against the mesh of pubic bonework 
beneath. I rubbed my nose against the clitoris. 

"Quickly, as if in anticipation, she started to bump her groin into my face, 
and I realized she was coming. I jammed two fingers up the quim, and she 
started to wiggle her whole pelvis against my mouth. The hairs and her cunt 
lips scratched at my chin. A few pubic hairs crawled up the lining of my 
nostrils. I poked my fingers into the thighs and felt the quivering plank of 
bone inside. She grunted as thud after thud of final release passed through 
her body. She expelled muscular waves at her waist, and ripples of strength 
passed down to the groin itself. Her fingers clenched at the flesh at the 
side of her waist. The skin there was raw with the marks of her fingernails 
by the time she was through coming. 

"After it was all over, and after her frantic surges of hip and pelvic 
movements had ground first to slow waves, then to silence and inertia, I 
pulled my fingers out. The digits were wet to my knuckles. I looked at 
Peggy. Her eyelids were closed, but her mouth was still half open. Between 
her pink lips, their lipstick coloring smeared, I saw the blemished white of 
her teeth, and her tongue lying inside the enamel traps like a lazy pink-red 
whip. There was no longer any tension in the muscles of her face. She was 
completely relaxed. I turned over on my side, then on my back. I was tired, 
and I even felt an ache in my lower arm from the exercise of pushing her to 
orgasm with my fingers. Besides, my mouth felt dry from all that licking. At 
the back of my throat, there was a harshness, a complete lack of moisture. 

"I looked down at my penis. It was already starting to erect. But, when I 
looked at Peggy, her full breasts rising and falling with complete 
satisfaction, I knew that I would not be fulfilled, not immediately at 
least. I pulled at my foreskin, baring the purplish glans. I leisurely 
brought it up again, then unfurled it once more. A spasm of pleasure passed 
through my cock, and I dug the edge of my forefinger's nail into the 
flattened side of the shaft. Peggy's steady breathing beside me convinced me 
that she was sleeping. 

"Not so much consciously, I began pulling at and then releasing the skin 
that surrounded the shaft. I was breathing more deeply now. I looked down at 
the prick. A glistening drop of seminal fluid had already escaped. I decided 
that if I were going to jack off, I might as well do it in the bathroom; it 
would be embarrassing if Peggy woke up. 

"I put on my shorts and went to the door of the bedroom, opening it 
silently. I peered either way down the hall, and then I walked toward the 
bathroom. The door was closed, and I heard the rush of water that was the 
aftermath of a flush. Then, almost immediately, the door opened, and there 
was Dawn. My phallus, which was already stiff, now forced its way through 
the flaps of my boxer shorts. Dawn took one look at me and giggled. I-stood 
there, embarrassed and half paralyzed. But when her eyes traveled down to my 
crotch, to view my now exposed erection, her giggling was replaced by an 
awed silence. 

"She looked up at me, her lips framing her even white teeth in a smile. Then 
she brought her body against mine, so that I could feel her breasts, 
unenclosed by a bra, through just one layer of clothing-her sheer blouse. 

"She closed her eyes demurely, and I knew the signal well enough to respond 
instantly, without thinking. I brought my lips down against hers, feeling my 
teeth press hard before I opened my mouth and let my tongue sweep inside her 
orifice. She wiped her tongue over the surface of mine. It was coated with 
saliva. She bit at my lips. Her tongue was a wild animal inside my mouth. 
Her fingers dug into the back of my neck and scraped at the skin, urging me 
to kiss her harder, to more completely fill her mouth with my own. All the 
time she arched her backbone and thrust her young breasts against mine. The 
nipples rubbed against mine and, in response to their erections, mine became 
stiff and hard as well. She was shifting on her heels, and her hand sought 
out my upper arm, but the fingers streaked down the arm, the thumb pressing 
into the pocket of flesh above the hip socket. Her nail carved itself into 
the flab. My cock inched upward in the air, and, thrusting her hips forward, 
she caught it on her belly. The shaft pressed into her until the head was 
half buried in her fleshy softness. The warning semen wiped itself off on 
her skin. 

"The arrow, under the force of her body, retreated further up, almost 
parallel with the line of my body as she squeezed herself close to me. She 
reached down and found my scrotum. The twin balls floated under the prodding 
of her fingers. She drove the flat of one finger up against the hidden 
penile shaft. I felt a spurt of cream shoot up from my tubes. 

"I ran my hand over her breast, pushing the roundness of it back against her 
chest, making it compact with the force I exerted. I took the nipple between 
my fingers and twisted it one way and then the other on the surface of the 
boob. She let the air out of her mouth in a low whistle. She made her body 
taut and straight, stretching her legs and standing on her toes so that, for 
a moment, she was almost as tall as I am. 

"I bashed my penis against her stomach, driving it against her belly, which 
yielded nicely. Impatiently, I pulled at the top buttons of her blouse, then 
pulled one side of the garment away from her breast, looking intently at the 
end of the cone before pressing it into my own nipple, and feeling its 
hardness there. 

"She pulled the elastic waistband of the boxers down against the plank of 
the erection, then pulled it away from the rod, letting go so that it 
snapped painfully against my testicles. 

"I clutched her dungarees with my fingers, feeling her sagging buttocks in 
my grip. She swayed under me, almost releasing herself, almost limp, so that 
I was half supporting her with my one hand. 

"She looked behind her, into the bathroom, and then whispered, 'Close the 
door.' Before I could consider what was happening, she was out of reach. 
Dumbly, I stepped across the threshold, then brought the bathroom door 
closed and pinched in the lock to make sure that we would be safe. 

"She was already undressing. One foot on the bathtub, she finished 
unbuttoning her blouse, then slipped it off her shoulders. Naked to the 
waist, she pulled at the buckle that held her blue jeans together. I saw a 
flash of pink flesh below the navel and, through pale-blue half-panties, a 
patchwork of dark and thick pubic hair. I felt a rush of blood circulate 
through my stomach at the sound of the denims rustling down her thighs. 

"The pants fell down to her ankles. She stepped out of them, leaving them in 
a heap by the edge of the tub. Slowly, she settled down on the toilet seat, 
her legs spreading eagerly as she sat down. I let my boxer shorts drop on 
her small pile of clothing, then stepped toward her. She looked up at me, 
smiling, then grabbed at the cock halfway down its length. I felt the stress 
as she pulled it downward. When the pressure became uncomfortable, I bent 
toward her and followed it down. She was aiming the gun at her pussy, the 
lips to which were as exposed as they could be. She held her body forward, 
then shoved upward, and with one thrust I gained the inside of her privates. 
The canal was dry and tight, but still the way was smooth. Her muscles 
seemed to grab at my weapon, hesitating to release it for a moment, but 
finally allowing me to plunge in to the hilt. I didn't wiggle the prick 
against her walls because I was anxious to penetrate immediately as far as I 
could go, to enjoy every inch of her twat, which was now closing in hard on 
me, delighting me with her anxious control. 

"A sudden quiver of pleasure rippled through my shaft, and I thought for a 
moment that I would prematurely squirt out my sperm just after that one 
forward assault. But I held myself perfectly still, while a little of the 
goo seeped out the head of my scepter. Then the danger was past. The fluids 
had moistened the very end of her tight hole. I pulled back, pushing my hips 
into the air. I looked at Dawn-her eyes were shut-then rammed it back 
inward. I drowned it again and again, the strokes faster and faster. The 
pleasure of the thrusts was so intense that I didn't want to end it by 
coming, even though she was getting hotter and hotter. As she became more 
excited, her insides got juicier with the cunt spittle and her hold on my 
whang was less certain. My own strokes grew wilder, and I stabbed one wall 
of her sheath and then the other with the bulbous head. 

"Our jiggling on the toilet seat rattled the whole apparatus in a steady 
rhythm. I ached with the intensity of the heavy burden of glue inside me, 
clotted somewhere inside my surging prick. Beads of sweat had formed on 
Dawn's forehead, and she seemed to be gagging as she gasped frantically for 
air. Regularly, her feet pushed up into the air, her legs straightening. She 
kicked up with each forward thrust of mine. She turned her body from side to 
side, and our pubic hairs tangled together. I buried my face in her armpit, 
while she wrapped her arm around my neck, digging her sharp nails into my 
neck. 

"The sweat that had formed around our pubic centers eased our joining as we 
hit each other with our bodies. Her cunt contracted and held my cock a 
prisoner in mid-stroke. I pushed against her, but could not move the joint 
until her cunt muscles released, dilating. 

"'Squirt, please squirt!' she groaned insistently, and I decided to lunge it 
at her, driving the spike as far as it would go. Suddenly the wet fire 
spurted out of the thin slit, washing against her walls, caking the raw 
flesh inside her narrow young cunt. The torch was extinguished by eight or 
nine shoves, and I knew that she had finished her climax when her lips 
pressed lazily against my shoulder, and she was no more than a willing 
receptacle for the last dying gasps of my orgasm. 

"When it was all over, she shifted underneath my weight, for my legs were 
resting upon hers, and the pressure was noticeable now, after the pleasure 
we had been striving for had been expended. I got up slowly, my legs still 
spread around the toilet bowl, and looked down at her face, covered now with 
a thin layer of perspiration. My cock was shining with the liquids of her 
cunt and with the even film of my own semen. 

"Quickly, however, the mast deflated, crumpling its way down toward the 
wrinkled bag below. Dawn reached for some toilet paper, tore off a few 
sheets, and dabbed at her cunt. 

"When she was finished, she got up unsteadily. She was picking up her 
panties, and I was putting my snorts back on, when I asked, 'Have you ever 
... done it with your sister and ... some guy?' I was nervous, although I 
tried to conceal that emotion from my voice. She looked puzzled,, but then 
smiled. 'You?' she asked, white teeth gleaming. I could not help but smile 
wickedly. 'You think she'd go for it?' she asked. I said I didn't know. I 
was wondering inwardly if I might be blowing a good thing, stretching my 
luck, by forcing the issue. 

"I told her that I would go back into Peggy's bedroom, wake her up, and 
start making out with her. She'd stand outside the door and listen, 
especially for Peggy's voice. When Peggy sounded particularly excited, she'd 
come in and plunge in, starting on Peggy so that we would both be 
manipulating her. I figured that this way I could bypass Peggy's natural 
jealousy. 

"I did as I said. When I came into the bedroom, I heard Peggy breathing so 
hard in her sleep that she was almost snoring. I settled down on the 
mattress beside her, on my stomach. I put my hand on her breast, and she 
smiled in her sleep. I rubbed my wrist against her tit, which became 
instantly hard. I poked my tongue out and laced the perfect ruby with 
saliva, teasing the areola with my teeth. I opened my mouth wider, pushed 
against the cone, and seized half of the breast in my mouth. 

"With this, she woke up, murmuring, then gently lay her hand on my shoulder 
and thrust her chest forward. I drew away my mouth, then pressed it to the 
other jug, kneading the muscle of the other breast with my hand. I squeezed 
her breast in my hand, and she sighed deeply. My right hand went to her 
stomach, and I teased her by running my fingertips over her soft belly. Her 
legs sprang wide open, as if I had parted them with a key inserted into a 
proper lock. My hand went to her midriff. I pressed my hand into her 
stomach, then swept my fingers across it, well above the tweed between her 
legs. 

"I doubled my hand into a fist and jabbed the knuckles into her inner thigh. 
As if in reflex, she folded her leg around my side, binding my arm to my 
torso. I dragged my fist into the mesh of pubic growth, letting it rest for 
just a moment against the clitoral ridge before swooping below to push a 
fraction of an inch inside her still moist slot "My other hand played 
mercilessly with her breast, molding it into a dozen shapes, twisting it, 
squeezing it, clawing at it with my nails. I ran my fingertips over her 
clit, teasing the sliver of flesh that hung at the top of the aperture. I 
lay above her, supporting myself on my open palms in the push-up position. 
My cock's head reached almost to her greasy pussy, but I edged it against 
the clitoris rather than let it surge inside the snatch, for the moment 
choosing to titillate her, not to fulfill her. 

"She grabbed hold of my prong and squeezed it, twisting the foreskin around 
the tool. She yanked the stem downward, then let it cut a swath through her 
thick pubic hair, jamming it finally against a sliver of her twat lip. 

"I seized a mouthful of skin at her neck between my front teeth. My tongue 
licked at it. I ran the side of my hand down the valley between her boobs. 
She squirmed underneath me, and my dome jammed her in the stomach. Her hips 
quaked, and she ran the soles of her feet frantically up and down the bed 
sheets. I took my dong in hand and rubbed the end of it up against the 
button. I spread my legs and sat above her, bending forward so that my penis 
was achingly close. 

"The door opened. I looked at Peggy's face, but her eyelids were tightly 
shut, and her breathing was loud enough to clothe the almost silent sound of 
her sister entering. 

"Peggy did not even notice the added weight of her sister at the foot of the 
bed. As I moved to Peggy's side, Dawn slithered up and placed her open mouth 
on the beaver. Her sister moaned softly and the pelvic bones jutted out of 
the skin as her ass cheeks tightened, the muscles dimpling with the tension 
within her. 

"She reached down for what she thought were my arms, but her fingers welded 
with Dawn's naked armpits. She opened her eyes and looked down. I heard her 
gasp. She looked at me, then again at her sister. But the moment of possible 
resistance was past. Her hips were counting out an inevitable rhythm. She 
pushed her sweet-smelling groin into her sister's hungry, sucking mouth. Her 
sister's lips blended with the folds surrounding Peggy's twat. Her sucking 
was smooth, soft, but insistent, as though she were trying to devour her 
sister. 

"Instead of stopping the rhythm that her hips pounded out, Peggy shut her 
eyes again as if in some frenzied dream. Dawn pinched her sister's ass 
cheeks, then tore them away from each other, exposing the complicated 
ripples of muscle-work between. Then, slowly, carefully, she brought the 
globes back together, then pulled them apart, as though she were milking 
Peggy's backside. She licked at the cunt, coursing her thumb all the way 
from the base of the crotch V to the arch that led from the groin to the 
asshole. 

"I cupped Peggy's left breast in my palm. I squeezed the barrel of the mound 
so that the tit stood out sharply, pointed straight at my mouth, which I 
opened to enclose it. My. tongue lashed at the uneven texture of the areola, 
my fingers gathered up the flesh of her midriff, pulling on it as she pushed 
her groin up to her sister's mouth below. My cock throbbed with life. I got 
on my knees and waddle-walked to the head of the bed, lifting my leg and 
then bending forward to insert the cock deep in Peggy's wide open mouth. 

"Her teeth closed tightly around the instrument, as though she wanted to 
bite it off. She bit hard, then released it, soothing the pain with the 
wagging of her tongue. I pushed the weapon deep inside her mouth, the bulb 
twisting when it came to her throat. She coughed, and I felt the wind from 
her lung against the sensitive slit. I pulled back a little, and the cock 
edged against her teeth. When I had retreated so that all but the head was 
out of her mouth, she clamped her teeth down again, just beyond the glans. 
Then she grated the enamel edges against the foreskin, advancing up to touch 
the underside of the bell itself. I groaned at the mixture of pleasure and 
pain at that sensitive area "Instinctively and without warning, I pulled my 
hips back and the prick sprang out of her mouth, banging against her cheek. 
Her mouth opened wide again, and on the next forward thrust claimed the hot 
member for its soft bath of tongue and spit. She licked eagerly at the slit, 
cleansing it, then ground her teeth playfully about the ring of the shaft 
before straining her whole mouth to close in on it, so that it was trapped 
inside a warm, wet muscle not unlike her twat. 

"I pushed in against her coil of tongue and inner cheek. I pulled her upper 
lip up and rubbed the flattened side of the head against the enamel and the 
pink gum-skin. 

"Below me, Dawn was working on her sister, driving her mad by sucking at her 
clitoris, not hard enough to spur her to orgasm but enough to make her mount 
toward that goal, to increase the tension in her body, which she could 
relieve only by sucking at my prick harder. 

"Dawn reached up and grabbed my scrotum. She scratched at the tender skin, 
then bent her finger and drove it like a punch at the stiff beginning of my 
manhood concealed below. Now, she tickled me as she followed the joining of 
torso with legs. I jerked my stomach as I plunged my dong between Peggy's 
large breasts. Their flesh rippled like waves. I lunged forward, loosening 
myself from Dawn's grip, and planted the head of the penis on one of Peggy's 
erect tits. I pushed in harder, forcing the nipple inside the pool of 
pale-pink tissue. She gasped at the impact, but brought her pelvis up toward 
her sister's open mouth. 

"Peggy grabbed the breast between her two hands, further enveloping the cock 
with the mountain, almost covering it. I shoved harder, and the friction 
gained for me a climax that started to spurt wildly and hotly from the cock. 
The thick fluid poured over the milky breast, covering half of the areola. 
In the last waves of the orgasm, I shoved the member between the jugs again, 
pushing the head against the inside of one bulge and then the other. 

"Suddenly I felt Dawn's hand slap my rear, and I started a second draining 
of the organ, unleashing more semen than I thought was inside. Dawn's 
fingernails bit in and squeezed the buttock, and I knew I was through, 
because my cock tightened at the base and I felt suddenly and completely dry 
inside. 

"But it was time for Peggy's gratification, and Dawn prepared for her 
climax. Peggy's hips melted around the younger sister's neck, and her legs 
shot up in quivering waves. The bed squeaked underneath us in quick, 
high-pitched whimpers, which grew together until they were one long squeal; 
then, finally, further apart, until they were like thoughts which grow 
further and further apart before the mind is lost to sleep. 

"At last the bed was still. I felt the now cold sweat that lined my skin. I 
licked my lips and looked down behind me. Dawn's eyes were closed, her 
breathing was becoming more regular. Her face obscured almost all of Peggy's 
pubic hair. 

"Peggy reached for my cock, clutched it as it lost its stiffness. Her hand 
went to her forehead to wipe off the sweat." 

This chapter's case history raises the perplexing question of bisexuality as 
well as some intriguing problems relating to adolescent sexuality. Also at 
issue is the modern phenomenon of the "mini-orgy," by which I would refer 
either to wife-swapping, or, as in the case of Peggy, Dawn, and Tom, 
troilism. The narrative is also interesting for the light it sheds on a 
situation in which the sisters are of approximately the same age. This, for 
one thing, seems to lighten the psychic burden of the incestuous drives, 
because the sisters are reduced to being members of a peer-group. 

Dr. May E. Romm, in her contribution to Marmor's anthology Sexual Inversion, 
quotes what is for our purposes a critical case history from her own 
experience: 

- ... The twenty-year-old girl stated in the first interview that she had 
always been emotionally involved with girls and that her sexual drive had 
been toward females as far back as she could remember. She was at this time 
in the throes of an intense romance with a girl several years younger than 
herself. She reacted with depression when her parents became aware of her 
"abnormal" involvement and when her father threatened her with dire 
consequences if she did not give up her homosexual relationship and "return 
to her senses." In evaluating the family constellation, she revealed that 
her father was an austere, autocratic person who ruled the household with an 
iron hand and who not only had intimidated the patient and her younger 
sister but also had beaten down his wife to a state of compliant 
subservience to all his demands. The patient had feared her father from her 
earliest memory. He ordered about the three women in his home as if he were 
a top sergeant. There had been complete rejection of this girl by her father 
whenever she had attempted to establish a tender relationship with him 
during and after her Oedipal stage. Identification with her mother was too 
painful and unthinkable. As all men appeared to her in the image of her 
father, as tyrants and monsters who relegated women to the position of 
slaves, the patient identified with the aggressor-the father- and wooed and 
sought a sexual partner in the image of her mother, soft and compliant. So 
far the case holds tight. Her sixteen-year-old sister, however, who had been 
brought up in the same environment, was a feminine person whose erotic 
interests were entirely heterosexual. Can we speculate that the traumatic 
experience of the sister's birth when the patient was four years old, 
combined with the untenable relationship with her father, had so crippled 
her ego that she could not make the transition to heterosexuality? Her 
sister, on the other hand, not having had the painful experience of having 
to cope with a younger rival, was perhaps therefore able to weather the 
difficult environment more successfully. 

- What may strike the thoughtful reader is that this situation offers a 
distorted version of the "Cinderella" motif-"good sister-abused sister" and 
"wicked sister-favored sister." There is, for the older sister, an element 
of the schizophrenic here. On the one hand she has, in the person of her 
sister, a "second half," and one suspects that her homosexuality is directed 
in actuality, if not in practice, as aggression against her sister. On the 
other hand it is clear that for the older sibling, there is at work a 
complete rejection of the masculine role, even though she herself has 
adopted that role in sexual dealings with her own sex. The clinical result, 
then, is a large dose of what can only be called "self-hatred." 

How, then, are we to relate the phenomenon of troilism to the problem of 
female homosexuality? 

Perhaps, the troilistic concept can be seen as a way for the aggressive 
woman to appear to be primarily heterosexual when she is, in fact, bisexual 
or homosexual. Also, the guilt feelings of homosexual practices can be 
negated with the aid of a third partner, a male. 

In two-women, one-man troilism, the more aggressive of the women almost 
always acts as the motor of the sexual incident. Troilism must be viewed as 
her own drive toward fulfillment through the construction of an artificial 
sexual relationship. 

In closing, it seems necessary once again to emphasize the importance, in 
this case history, of oralism. To put the use of such techniques in their 
proper perspective in this work as a whole, it is necessary only to cite the 
signal findings of Kinsey, et al, that in heterosexual relationships "oral 
stimulation of female genitalia by the male occurred in 54% of the cases, 
and oral stimulation of the male genitalia by the female occurred in 49% of 
the cases." Abraham Maslow reports that cunnilingus is practiced frequently 
"by a large proportion" of "high-dominance" women. He goes on to point out 
that "to a somewhat lesser degree the same is true for fellatio." 

"After that, however, it was Peggy who was as anxious as Dawn or I to 
participate in group sex., One Sunday, when their parents were away, I went 
over there. First we sent out to a fried-chicken delivery place for food and 
Cokes. Before the guy even got there, we went into the bedroom. Dawn brought 
the television set inside and set it on a chair at the foot of the bed. 

"None of us got undressed, for a while at least. We were lying on top of the 
sheets and blankets of the unmade bed. There was some far-out science 
fiction movie on television, one of those serials that had been pieced 
together to make a movie. We all got sort of tripped out on it. Peggy was 
lying to one side of me, eating a candy bar, and Dawn to the other, watching 
the movie and occasionally nudging my penis beneath the crotch of my 
trousers. 

"Then Peggy turned on her side, now bored with the movie, and pushed herself 
down the bed until her mouth hovered just above my penis, the stalk of which 
was stiff and large, a stake in the tent of the denim material, straining 
the row of buttons that fastened the flaps of canvas. Playfully she whipped 
her tongue against the blue fabric, and not so playfully I pushed up on my 
hips to achieve greater contact. 

"When she continued to tease me with her tongue and lips, I pulled at the 
leather of the belt, freed it of the buckle's metal prong, and then exhaled. 
Peggy knew what to do. Quickly she extricated my petard. Gently she put the 
end of her smooth fingernail just inside the slit of the phallus head. The 
flash of pain was drowned by a tiny drop of moisture, a preliminary dew, 
which she smoothed down over the flattened side of the head, tracing the end 
of the foreskin before following the stalk to its base, where the almond 
testes awaited her prodding. 

"Slowly, she let her mouth envelop the cock, pushing her thumb into its 
root. She drew her mouth far enough away so that only the head and the drawn 
foreskin were inside her mouth, and these she rubbed against the uneven 
texture of her hard palate. Her front teeth closed together and she twisted 
her mouth in funny-face contortions, running the rough enamel over the skin 
just under the glans. At one point she let the cock spring completely out of 
her mouth and spit a glob of warm saliva on the head. The creamy moisture 
covered the slit of the head, then drooled downward. 

"I rolled my pelvis under her mouth, forcing the arrow deeper inside the 
chamber. She closed her mouth, and wrapped her fist around the dong, rubbing 
the rounded top back and forth over the front teeth. She yanked less than 
tenderly at the skin, jacking me off as she alternately licked and sucked 
me. 

"Meanwhile, Dawn had become jealous of her sister's mastery of the 
situation. She tucked both thumbs under the waistband of my jockey 
under-shorts, and as I raised my hips, she yanked the pants down, 
temporarily diverting my cock from its natural angle of direction. But the 
whang popped up again, and Peggy immediately reclaimed hold of it with her 
mouth. Dawn took my scrotum in her mouth and nibbled on its skin with her 
teeth. 

"Growing impatient, she wrenched my overalls and my briefs down past my 
knees and then off my legs entirely. She took my foot, and moved in close, 
pushing the heel into the softness of her vaginal cleft. She was dry, but I 
could feel the complex texture of her sexual hair. She lifted the foot so 
that it wriggled against the clitoris. She aimed the toes right at the slot. 
I felt my big toe sink into the yielding plastic softness of the rippling 
flesh just outside the snatch. Then she forced the toe's entry into the damp 
box itself. I wiggled the fat stump inside, testing the elasticity of the 
walls. With awkwardness I turned my foot and tried to tickle the clit gently 
with my smaller toes. She took the middle toe in hand and ran it against the 
tiny erect bud, jamming my foot deeper inside her clammy hole. She got to 
her knees, reached behind her, and drew her buttock cheeks apart, then 
stationed the heel of the foot in between the rims of the mounds. She 
continued to brush her clitoris with the middle toe while using the big toe 
as a tiny dildo inside herself. Still working on my penis, Peggy reached up 
with her right hand and started massaging my left nipple. I felt a slow ache 
inside my rod as it was being plumbed for its juice. But, right about then, 
the doorbell rang, and our bodies rearranged themselves in confused fashion. 

"Peggy was the only one of us completely dressed, so she sprang out of the 
room to answer the door. We waited inside the bedroom. We heard a brief 
conversation, then Peggy came back into the bedroom. Her face was flushed. 

'Hey,' she whispered, 'this guy is really beautiful. What do you say we ask 
him to come in?' Dawn's face broke into a ready smile, but I was uncertain. 
It wouldn't do me any good to have another guy there, because I wasn't 
interested in guys, not at all. But one thing did turn me on, the idea of 
switching. Somehow, the idea of having my prick in a girl just moments after 
some guy had come inside of her-that turned me on. And since both Peggy and 
Dawn seemed to want it, I just nodded my head. 

"Peggy brought the guy in, arm in arm, as though she were escorting him into 
the parlor. He was smiling, or smirking, and his eyes were laughing. I 
looked down at his crotch to see whether the sexiness of what was happening 
had got to him yet, and, sure enough, there was a friendly bulge. He was 
holding a stack of chicken dinner plates and a white bag that contained cans 
of soda. Peggy went across the room to the dresser by the mirror and started 
to strip. I was unbuttoning my shirt and pulling my tee shirt off when Peggy 
suggested that I might go get some knives and forks from the kitchen, so 
that we could eat in the bedroom. 

"When I came back, the three of them were already in bed. I gave Peggy and 
Dawn their plates, and both girls immediately offered Harry some of the 
food, but he declined, saying he ate the stuff all day. Peggy and Dawn bit 
hungrily into the heavily greased chicken, Dawn devouring the meat off a 
small leg. During the following few minutes the only sound heard in the room 
was that of chicken-chomping. 

"Dawn was the first to put her plate down. 

She wiped her greasy hands off on a napkin, then put her hand over his dome, 
rubbing the dry palm against the slit. Harry inhaled deeply. 

"Peggy put her plate down, but neglected to wipe her hands. She folded her 
fingers around the spike below the head and rubbed the grease and oil off on 
his penis. When she removed her fingers, his cock skin shone. She put a wet 
forefinger to the glans, and Harry hunched his right shoulder in pleasured 
response. But Peggy now turned her attention to me. Her fingertips raced 
through the wires of my pubic hair to my scrotum. She tugged at the bag, 
scratching the penis gently where it arose from the scrotum. I felt her 
greasy hand coat with moisture the length of my prick. She held it easily in 
her tightened fist, not so much milking it as passing over it. The foreskin 
received both grease and friction as the masturbation continued at an even 
pace. I closed my eyes. It felt as though my joint were slipping through the 
vase-lined or cold-creamed vise of my own hand, when I was younger. 

"She reached down off the side of the bed and picked a french fry from the 
cardboard plate. She pushed the soft stick against the head of my penis. It 
crumbled, and the grains of the potato fell from the head of my spire. She 
then took a chicken leg, gnawed bare of meat, and rubbed it against my 
staff. She drew the stick away, brought forth a tiny sprig of inner bone, 
and with it scratched the flattened underside of my erect penis. Next, she 
took the hobbled end of the bone and, pushing its rounded top against my 
phallus, shoved the chicken leg inside her cunt. She brought her body up and 
rested her ass on her heels. She came down on the chicken leg and forced it 
inside her, until I could only see, between the parted lips, a bit of brown 
chicken skin. Clamping her legs together, she made the most of the entry. 

"I stuck the flat of my forefinger against her pink clitoral ridge, then 
rammed my finger inside her cunt and, bringing the moisture out, rubbed it 
over the stiffening button organ. 

"She yanked the chicken leg out and threw it on the floor. 'Fuck me, Tommy,' 
she said, sighing. 'Put it to me!' She then stuck both of her index fingers 
into the snatch and drew the lips apart, beckoning me inside. 

"I pushed her back on the bed, clambered on top of her, and shoved my cock 
past her twat lips, which she continued spreading for my assault. But then 
she withdrew her hands from between her legs, and her walls closed in on me 
tightly, even though her twat had been oiled by the grease that had remained 
on the chicken leg. 

"She wrapped her arms around me and thrust her body upward in quick, regular 
strokes, drawing the cock to its limit, to its base. As the moments went on, 
however, the cunt seemed to grow more elastic, parting more to fit the shape 
of my joint as I moved between her legs and inside the pot. Her juices, from 
the sides of her cunt, wetted the tract with the heavy water of vaginal 
lubrication. Her tongue smoothed her lips, making them glow. She bit down 
repeatedly on her lower lip with each of my advancing strokes. Then she 
pushed her breasts up against my chest, jiggling her nipples so that they 
rubbed against the thin, short hairs upon it. 

I cupped my hand under her breast and pushed it up, taking the nipple inside 
my mouth, running my .teeth mercilessly over the surface. In appreciation, 
she ground her hips up and forced herself deep on my muscle, riveting her 
pubic hairs to my crotch. She held the coupling for two beats before sinking 
again to the mattress. Her breathing played counterpoint rhythms with that 
of her sister, equally excited with her own lover. 

"I put one hand under her ass and started to finger-fuck her rectum. Her 
pelvic gyrations now grew wider, more circular, and each new forward stroke 
was more intense for both of us. She closed her eyes tightly and, bucking 
wildly, laced into my shoulder with her teeth, biting the flesh and muscle 
until my skin felt raw. 

"As my sap spurted out, coating her lubricated walls with sweet ooze, she, 
too, started to come, the walls of her vagina opening and closing around my 
injected stick. I had no mercy as I pushed the prick deeper and deeper 
inside of her. It seemed to be endlessly filled with sperm, and she seemed 
to be saying that she could keep up as long as I could. 

"She took hold of my scrotum and squeezed it as if to tease yet more semen 
from my inner tubes. But finally the fires were extinguished, and she 
stroked the walls of her chasm against me in a kind of lingering, soft pace. 

"Still inside her, I looked to the side and saw Harry and Dawn going at it, 
quite as frantically as the girl's sister and I had been doing just moments 
before. The walls of Peggy's cunt seemed to shrink around my prick, which 
quickly lost its erection. 

"Dawn was straddled on top of Harry, bumping, writhing, and smiling 
fetchingly and willingly. He was raising the back of his head from the 
mattress almost in time to the throbbing movements of her pelvis as it 
sucked his penis up into the vacuum of her hot-walled twat. He forced his 
beacon deeper inside her, and she lingered for a moment on that full 
penetration. She was obviously on the verge of orgasm, but then, she raised 
herself too high on it, and it slipped from the grasp of her lips. No sooner 
had that happened than the chicken boy arched his body and began squirting 
his semen up all over little Dawn. 

"It was obvious, from the expression on her face, that she could have 
murdered the guy right then and there, and probably would have-if her 
sister, Peggy, hadn't come to the rescue. 

"Like a wild jungle cat, Peggy tore away from me and grabbed for Dawn. With 
a supple motion, she pulled her sister away from Harry, turned her on her 
back, and, straddling Dawn's face with her own twat, buried her tongue in 
her young sister's vagina. 

"Her action sure as hell surprised me. I would have expected Dawn to have 
been the one to start a sixty-nining session with Peggy, but not vice versa. 
And the wild slurping that filled the room as the two girls went at each 
other's cunts was a surefire indication that neither one of them cared a 
hoot who was watching them. As soon as Peggy covered Dawn, the young girl 
brought her hands up to her sister's backside and drew her hair-pie down to 
her mouth. I had a beautiful view of her young tongue sliding in and out 
between Peggy's cunt lips, flicking over the older girl's clitoris, as she 
drew the full, pink lips of Peggy's cunt as far apart as they would go. 

"Then they began bucking their twats against each other's face Their heads 
and asses blurred in the rapidity of motion. I got a little pissed off, 
actually, at this point. It was as if they'd completely forgotten that 
either Harry, the chicken boy, or I was around. Maybe I was jealous of the 
fun they were having, maybe I got scared that they would now get hung up on 
lesbian shit or something and I wouldn't get my piece of either Peggy or 
Dawn anymore. Anyway, unable to think of anything better to do, I reached 
over toward Peggy's buttocks and stuck my finger in her blurry asshole. All 
the way ... She screamed then, but so did Dawn, and I knew right then that I 
blew it. I mean, I knew I helped them reach their climax, I think, but they 
wouldn't listen to it when I told them after they came off their fucking 
heights, misty-eyed and lovey for each other. They just booted me and the 
chicken boy out ... " 

 CHAPTER FOUR-Tongue-Tied 

Melinda C. and her sister Charlotte attended the same New England girls' 
school. Melinda, seventeen, led a "pack" of four lesbian teenagers with a 
taste for the bizarre. Charlotte, thirteen, told of her conscription into 
the clique to a psychiatrist. The following is one of many encounters 
related in interviews with Charlotte. 

"I knew what homosexuals were, and for a long time I had suspected Melinda 
of being one. She wore her hair short, as did the girls she hung around 
with, except that it was as much like a boy's haircut as a girl's chic 
styling. She also seemed particularly fond of slacks, and would only wear 
dresses when the occasion absolutely demanded it, like at family dinners at 
Christmas, when we would go home to Cleveland to be with our family. Our 
folks never suspected, because they didn't see the kind of girls she hung 
around with, who all looked as though they were trying to copy her mode of 
dress. 

"The first time they ever tied me up was one afternoon, after classes had 
been let out for the day. The girls would always meet after classes in the 
field behind the organized sports area. It was kind of a meadow, with paths 
on which you could walk. It was autumn, so, though the air was chilly, you 
could still hike, the snow not having fallen. 

"My sister had told me to meet her there at lunchtime. I had been kind of 
surprised, because usually she would not want to have anything to do with 
me, particularly when she was with her older girl friends. 

"The five of them were all clustered together in a circle as I walked toward 
them. My sister was the first to hear my footsteps on the gravel path. She 
stepped back from the huddle of girlish forms. They were required to wear 
dresses during the day, for classes, and usually they would run to the dorm 
rooms directly afterwards to change. Now, however, they were still in the 
freshly pressed plaid skirts, of uniform length and pattern. 

"The girls stepped outside the circle, each falling back a step or two, and 
my sister came toward me. Her voice was low, almost a whisper, as though she 
were telling me what she would not tell her friends-though, of course, it 
was just to heighten her sense of the drama of the situation, and there was 
no real reason for her to whisper. 

"'Listen, Charlotte,' she began. 'We've decided to punish you.' "I 
interrupted her quickly, and as the words poured from my mouth, I almost 
coughed. "But I haven't done anything.' " 'That's not the point, Charlotte,' 
she said, smiling. For the first time, she seemed to me quite sinister. And 
I was in terror. 'Don't worry,' she said, sensing my reaction. 'It won't 
hurt you or anything. It's like-well, we're going to pretend to punish you.' 
" 'Pretend?' I asked, not knowing what to believe. 

"'Sure,' she said. 'Listen, just do it, and I promise you won't be hurt. In 
fact, I'll bet you'll like it.' "It didn't occur to me, really, that I had a 
choice. I could have hardly run yelling and screaming to someone in 
authority, because that would have just been being a tattletale. And, at the 
same time, I feared what they might do to me physically. 

"'We'll go to the carpenter's tool shack,' my sister said to me as we 
started walking. She took my hand in her own and held it tightly, 
comfortingly, and I began to calm down. 

"The other girls stood back and let my sister and me enter the tool shack 
first The lock on the door had been opened, whether by them or someone else 
I didn't know. The shack had been there for a long time, and, since we 
didn't have a regular carpenter at the school, it was used infrequently. But 
they had certainly prepared the scene well enough. All of the tools and 
workbenches had been cleared out of the center of the room, and the floor 
was bare but for the blanket that covered it "One of the other girls, whose 
name was Suzanne, a very tall, thin girl, with large blue eyes and 
raven-black hair-extremely delicate looking and quite beautiful-moved closer 
to me and then looked up at my sister, who was standing behind me. 'Can I?' 
she asked, and my sister nodded, her chin brushing against the back of my 
head. The girl put her arms under my arms, pressed her fingers into my 
sides, and shoved me toward the sleeping bag. I fell, jarring my butt. 

"I noticed that stakes had been planted through the blanket. They were 
splintered sticks of wood, and they had been hammered into the floor. 
Immediately, I felt two of the girls, Suzanne and my sister's best friend, a 
masculine girl named Louise, take my feet by the heels and hold them while 
two other girls wrapped heavy cord around them. They tied the cord so 
tightly around my flesh that I squealed in discomfort. 'Please, don't,' I 
whimpered, but my sister, who was standing back, hands folded, just shook 
her head and told me to be quiet. I looked up at the girls who were tying 
the string, and I tried to find a clue in their faces as to what they were 
going to do with me. 

"One of the girls, named Jonesy, was freckled and overweight, with gigantic 
breasts and piano-stool legs. The other girl, Julia, was quite tall, with 
lovely melon-like breasts. Her hair was a soft brown, and the most exquisite 
feature on her face was a long, aquiline nose Jonesy was smiling, but her 
teeth looked like fangs, and Julia looked at me with a hungry glare, which 
gave her face a kind of lean beauty. 

"When they had tied me down, so that my feet were spread wide and anchored 
to the stakes at the bottom comers of the blanket, Suzanne and Louise forced 
me to the floor and proceeded to wrap the heavy string around my wrists. 
After they tied me, I tried to move my body so I could free myself of the 
binding, but all I succeeded in doing was get tired. The five girls, 
including my sister, looked down at me and smiled with satisfaction. 

"As I kicked and turned under the cords, Julia knelt between my sprawled 
limbs and stripped down to the waist. 

"Her breasts were beautiful. The tits were so dark they seemed black. But 
the breasts themselves were white-pink. She leaned forward, toward the mat, 
and squashed her boobs into the covered floor. I knew she was lying facedown 
on the blanket between my legs, and the next thing I felt was the touch of 
her fingers as they ran under the hemline of my school skirt and pulled, 
fingers under the waistband, at my cotton panties. She wrenched them down my 
thighs, her nails tearing into the fabric. I almost screamed, but, fearful 
of their revenge, held back the wail of terror and anger deep in my throat. 

"She did not even bother to draw the panties past my knees, but instead laid 
her wet, open mouth just above my pussy, after licking carelessly at the 
light growth of pubic hair. She fiddled with the opening with her thumbs. I 
had never had more than a boy's finger inside me, so I was tight. She wet 
the cunt profusely with her saliva, then tried to stab me with the tip of 
the tongue. But, failing at that, she concentrated on the clitoris. I was 
still squirming frantically beneath her, trying to free myself, but to no 
avail. I looked up into my sister's face and tried, with my eyes, to appeal 
to her to stop. But, although she understood what I was asking her, she 
firmly shook her head. 

"'You're our prisoner, now,' she said, voiceless but moving her lips. 

"Julia's hand swept under my thighs and gripped them as if it hold me 
down-though there was no need for that, trapped as I was. For a moment she 
just mashed her teeth against the filament of flesh that hung out before the 
cunt lips. Then she pushed the button this way and that, licking it softly, 
then hard, almost whacking it on the hard strokes and barely letting me feel 
the assault on the alternating easy ones. 

"At first I did all I could to free myself, but, as she continued steadily, 
I could not avoid getting into the rhythm of her oral manipulation. Slowly, 
I began to squirm more in pleasure than in pain under the probing of her 
tongue. She wiped her full lips over the clit, evening out the moisture, 
spreading it like a thin film over the affected parts, then she rubbed the 
edges of her front teeth against the grainy flesh of the sides of the cunt 
itself. I felt cunt juice beginning to ooze from the sides of the inner 
organ. Now she managed to insert half of her tongue's length into my 
aperture "Suddenly two mouths descended on my breasts, covering the nipples. 
The girls were Suzanne and Jonesy, and Jonesy was gnawing frantically, 
hurting me, while Suzanne's fingers were gentle as she poked the slippery 
areola with her finger when removing her face from the red cap. I felt 
spittle draining down my inner thighs as Julia tugged at my ass cheeks with 
her fingers while pushing her tongue in and out of my tight, virginal box. I 
arched my spine against the constraining cords that bound me, but this time 
because I wanted to force my whole quim inside her mouth, to be consumed by 
her sucking mouth that now groped hungrily, blindly, for my insides, while 
her forefinger buzzed more than playfully at my trigger-clit. 

"She forced her second finger in beside her tongue and, curling it up, 
pulled. The pain almost killed me, but still there was something exciting 
even about the pain, mingled as it was with the smell that was coming out of 
my box. The smell was all me, but it was an odor that was stronger than any 
I had given off before, even after hours of horseback riding during the 
summer. My cunt was dripping with the lubrication, and now Julia's finger 
came out of the sheath and spread the fluids all over my belly. 

"My cunt clamped together, expelling her tongue. Frantically, she now licked 
at my clit, pushing me toward orgasm. I hit my ass against the floor, felt 
my tailbone crash against it. 

"She beat her mouth and chin against my stomach as I ran my pelvis up and 
down, my cheeks leaving the floor and then bashing down against it I 
breathed hard, the long, slow, deep breaths becoming more even in the 
minutes after the end of orgasm. Julia reluctantly raised her head off my 
twat. Her lipstick was smeared from my fluids and from the saliva that had 
poured from her tongue. 

"The next to get between my legs was Louise. She had stripped while standing 
in a comer. She had a body that was not so much fat as pudgy. 

"She positioned herself so that her mouth was pressed to my vulva, while her 
own genitalia mashed against my mouth. Still dumbfounded by the wave of 
orgasm that had passed through me, I turned my head to one side, trying to 
avoid the profuse wig of pubic curls that now threatened to invade my mouth. 
But that did not deter her. She turned her mouth to my childish but 
well-lubricated twat. Her approach was quite different from Julia's. She was 
much less gentle. Her teeth caught my tender flesh. She sank her mouth 
against the patch of skin, sucking it inside her mouth with force, and held 
it so long I thought she might tear it from the juncture of my legs. 

"She reached up and stroked my knees with her sweating palms, pressing her 
thumbs into the ticklish undersides of my knee joints. I was breathing 
through my nostrils and couldn't help but take in the odor of her vagina. 
Strangely, though, that odor now excited me, and after a while, as she began 
to explore the inside of my cunt lips with her tongue, I opened my mouth and 
gingerly put the edge of my tongue against her soft furrows. I was tempted 
to push the skin around with greater energy. When I didn't, she shoved her 
pelvis against my mouth, and a tuft of the thick hair bristled against the 
inside of my lips. Through the forest of growth, I tried to find her 
clitoris. It was greatly enlarged, much bigger than mine, and I tried to 
suck it in the same fashion that she was sucking me. I wrapped my lips 
around the edges of my teeth and drew in the layer of skin, sucking it from 
her body. Immediately, she bent her spine and bucked her flabby ass high in 
the air. 

"I felt her draw her face back from my box. She took one of her big breasts 
in hand and rubbed the tit against my belly until I felt the whole of the 
areola grow stiff and excited. Now, impatiently, I pushed my crotch higher, 
wanting her to renew the oral massage, the rhythm of which I now felt 
throughout my body. Indeed, I was imitating it with the strokes of my own 
tongue. 

"She teased me by running her thick sensuous lips over the area, which now 
burned with the raging orgasm held back and unreleased. 

"'Oh, oh,' I moaned softly, and this seemed to give Louise the idea to start 
clawing at my thighs with her fingernails, engraving the red streaks of new 
blood just as she chewed at the hairy skin surrounding the opening of my sex 
wound. 

"'Oh, oh,' I cried, tears pouring down my face, but that did not stop her. 
Gentler now, she smoothed the blood over the skin and whipped her tongue 
frantically over the clit. In automatic counterpoint, I gathered the flesh 
surrounding her clit, held it between my cowered teeth, and pulled the skin 
with all the force I could muster. 

"The walls of my vagina dilated, then moved together like a tight muscle 
contracting. I was coming again. I felt wet and juicy. Her own cunt made 
wide strokes, up and down, against my half-open mouth. I licked past the 
thatch of hair, trying to find the clitoris in my excitement, but was 
diverted from that pursuit by the anxious speed with which she moved her 
pelvis against my lips and teeth." 

In this commentary, it will be revelatory to discuss first the place of 
incest as it relates to homosexuality, and then of homosexuality as it 
relates to oralism and sadomasochism, components of which are clearly 
present in the preceding and following narratives of Charlotte C. In effect, 
one can combine incest, homosexuality, oralism, and sadomasochism-as well as 
a number of other sexual deviations-under the term "sexual immaturity." This 
term, of course, applies only to cases where the individual has not had the 
opportunity to indulge in sexual activity other than one or more that is 
considered to be deviatory. As May E. Romm points out in Judd Marmor's 
anthology, Sexual Inversion: The Multiple Roots of Homosexuality: 

- ... The human being in the process of growth tests his strength, psychic 
and somatic, in the struggle to reach maturity and its rewards. One of the 
cardinal requisites for maturity is heterosexual mating and the creation of 
a family. The capacity to make the transition from childhood to adulthood 
depends on the ego strength of the individual. The development of the ego, 
in turn, is dependent on the following factors: the biological endowment of 
the organism; the environ mental situations, which may be propitious, 
overwhelming, or lacking sufficient challenge (overprotection) in the 
formative years; and the interplay between the individual and the environ 
mental situations. There are many persons who, in their formative years, are 
able to withstand stress that might lead to homosexuality or psychotic 
breaks in others not so strong.... 

- Clarifying this point, William J. Robinson, in his Practical Treatise on 
the Causes, Symptoms, and Treatment of Sexual Impotence and Other Sexual 
Disorders in Men and Women, writes: 

- We must distinguish between true homosexuality and those cases of 
homosexual relations which take place among people who are forcibly deprived 
of the company of the other sex, be it in prisons, barracks, ships, boarding 
schools, convents, etc. These practices are indulged in faute de mieux as a 
necessary evil. When the conditions are changed those persons go back to 
normal sexual relations. 

- Katharine Bement Davis, in her study entitled Factors in the Sex Life of 
Twenty-Two Hundred Women, confirmed Dr. Robinson's statement, by stating 
that homosexual practices are ... common in boarding-schools and colleges 
exclusively for girls and women and in penal institutions of all types. The 
homosexual attractions which occur in prisons, reformatories, and custodial 
homes for girls and women present one of the most difficult problems 
connected with the discipline of these institutions.... 

Although at first glance it may appear that the only applicability of the 
above references to the case of Charlotte and her sister Melinda would be 
their environment, namely, an all-girls' school, and the enticement that 
followed, it should be understood that sexual activities as a rule are as 
susceptible to the domino effect as international relations are. 

It is sufficient to accept the fact that an all-girls' school is, per se, an 
environment that is naturally suited for the germination and spreading of 
lesbian activity. Melinda's initiation into homosexual activity at the 
school she attended preceded any exposure to heterosexual interests she 
might have had in a coeducational school. Since not much is known about her 
and her sister's family life, it is difficult to state when, exactly, her 
lesbian tendencies began to form; however, her placement in the "exclusive" 
New England school spurred, and with understandable rapidity, whatever 
proclivities she might have had in incestuous-lesbian-oral directions. 

There can be no difficulty in seeing how Charlotte, being younger than 
Melinda and obviously having had none but masturbatory sexual experiences, 
allowed herself to be drawn into the lesbian clique her sister was heading. 
The oral approach between lesbian partners is essential, unless artificial 
phalluses are utilized, consequently, Charlotte's acceptance of the oral 
stimulation is perfectly understandable. Her masochism, too, was a natural 
reaction, brought on by her guilt feelings at enjoying the sensations of 
oral-genital relations, which she was hard pressed to accept at first. We 
continue now with the girl's narrative. 

"Suzanne was the next girl to take her turn with me. My cunt ached now, even 
after the pleasure that it had been given by the two previous girls going 
down on me. Two such intense orgasms, so close together, had my stomach tied 
in knots. 

"But this time, as I looked up and saw Suzanne, standing straddle-legged 
above me, I could not suppress a feeling of anticipation. She was so lovely, 
so delicate looking. I expected her to be gentle when manipulating me with 
her lips and with her tongue. She was wearing a stiff white-lace brassiere 
through which I could see the dark-brown circles on mounds of cream-white 
flesh, and a pair of pink, see-through panties. They were bikini panties, 
just covering the dark triangle of pubic hair at her groin. 

"She knelt at my side, even with my hips. Then she lay on her stomach and 
ran her forefinger up and down my thighs. The touch was cooling on the 
broken skin. And now, when I felt her warm breath coming down on my crotch, 
the walls of my cunt seemed to pucker in anticipation. She teased the folds 
of my cunt petals with her fingers, pushing the layers of skin this way and 
that before letting them hang at their usual position. She jerked her 
forefinger inside the crease. Her other arm rested across both of my knees, 
but without any force, as there was no need with all the binding to hold me 
down. Besides, when I first felt the glistening wetness of her tongue just 
over the clitoral blister, the deep burning in my vagina started to turn to 
a mellow ticklishness, and I was eager for the friction that sucking me off 
would bring. 

"But, just then, Suzanne got up and went to her bookbag, which she had 
placed in a comer of the shack. When she returned, she had a pencil, never 
sharpened. Getting down on her knees, she deftly inserted the writing tool 
inside me, licking at the same time feverishly at my button. 

"My cunt walls contracted around the slim member. She wiggled the eraser end 
from side to side, and the thin piece of wood sloshed around in my cunt, wet 
now from the lubrication of my two recent climaxes. She then inserted a 
finger inside, next to the pencil, and created a space for her to stick her 
tongue in. She came down hard, wagging her tongue back and forth through the 
first inch or so of the vaginal canal. 

"She bobbed her head in the V of my parted legs, wetting the insides of my 
buttock cheeks with her warm, wet tongue, coating them with spit, and then 
trying to push the end of her tongue up against my bung. The hole was 
vaginally tight, and raw. I felt it burning as she licked the outside of the 
sphincter, greasing it. Spreading my buttocks, she ran the end of her tongue 
from the sore tight aperture of my asshole to my well-lubricated cherry. She 
closed her mouth again and pushed her puckered lips up and down my crease. 
The hairs twisted under her mouth. She drew her mouth back and cupped her 
palm just above my cunt. She rubbed the wrist down on my pinkish slit, 
turning her hand from side to side to spread the outer folds of the organ. 

"'Oh, eat me, eat me, suck, SUCK!' I exclaimed, shocking myself with the 
force of my language. 'You cunt!' she laughed gaily. I moved my ankles and 
the twine rubbed at the skin. It felt raw, and it hurt. But the pain was 
only a counterpoint to the sexual anxiety that now coursed through my loins. 
I wanted to spend myself, and spend hard, spend now! 

"Her mouth opened again, and the lazy tongue cut a wet path through the 
light brush, pushing hard against my clit until my legs shook with contained 
tension. My thighs jiggled, and my hands tried to free themselves, so that I 
might force her head harder against the skin of my crotch. Instead, I 
wriggled my body from side to side, increasing the joyous friction, and she 
took the clitoris inside her mouth, between her teeth, and licked at the 
fleshy pearl, which bobbed back and forth on her tongue. 

"Then Melinda knelt behind her and spread Suzanne's legs. My sister was 
dressed, but she pulled her skirt up to her waist and her panties down. Her 
legs were parted at a forty-five-degree angle. Her pubic curls were a fiery 
gold. She ducked between Suzanne's nude legs and wrenched the girl's tiny 
bikini panties off. Then she stuck her thumbs in beneath Suzanne's buttock 
cheeks and pushed them in between the spreading lips of the girl's vagina. 
This seemed to bring on Suzanne's own orgasm, because she began to smash her 
pelvis hard against the floor. The sound of her movements was a thudding 
that grew frantic in intensity and rhythm. My sister leaned forward and 
covered Suzanne's ass cleft with her mouth; this actually milked the last 
undulations of climax from her. 

"But I was still quivering under Suzanne's now dry mouth when her tongue 
grew lazy on my vagina. I was sore and yet tingling; I couldn't control my 
body as it bounced under the tightness of the thick cord. 

"Jonesy, too, was still in the regulation school uniform, but I noticed when 
she seated herself on the floor that she had no panties beneath the fairly 
short plaid skirt. At any time other than this, I would merely have been 
disgusted by the sight-Jonesy was quite unattractive-but now, having been 
robbed of my orgasm by my sister's probing of Suzanne's twat, all I wanted 
was for someone, anyone, of either sex, to just suck me off until I could 
see stars again. 

"Jonesy began rubbing the insides of my thighs with her sweating palms, 
having taken over Suzanne's job. She licked gingerly at the clitoris and, 
without any trouble, stuck her tongue inside my dilated vagina, now hungry 
for anything at all. 

"The slit was bathed in my vaginal oils. The least bit of friction, however 
wet, as her tongue was, was something to be grateful for. I twisted my hips 
and thrust my groin upward. The taut rope cut into my skin as I strained 
against it, to bring myself closer into Jonesy's mouth. 

"She sucked at the strands of pubic hair. Then she drew her mouth away and 
spun the hair on her forefinger, brushing it against the glossy bare skin 
below and beside the roots. The hair felt wet against my skin. 

"Next she stretched out above me, resting her weight on her open palms, and 
tried to edge the entrance to her cunt against my twat, but it was awkward. 
She cupped my small, delicate breast in her hand, rubbing her palm against 
the erection of my nipple until the tip was as sharp as a spear. 

"I looked into her face. Her lips and eyes seemed to radiate a weird kind of 
hostility. She sneered at me, and then said in a gravelly voice, 'I'm going 
to fuck the hell out of you, you sweet little cunt.' With that, she moved 
the side of her right hand up between my buttocks and proceeded to run the 
bony ridge against my asshole. This made me force my body closer toward her. 
She rubbed hard, her twat over mine. She was writhing. Her body went through 
contortion after contortion. She dug her thumbs under my arm and rubbed at 
the slight bristle of un-shaved hair. The other fingers moved to the sides 
of my chest, trying to force some of the flab from my sides to the breasts, 
as if trying to make them larger, fuller. She bit at my left breast, and I 
winced in pain. 

"Now she started bumping her pelvis against mine. Her rhythm was fast. She 
jabbed her pelvic bones against mine, bruising them. I ached with the pain. 
She reached behind me with her right hand and shot a solitary finger up my 
narrow crevice. 

"She pulled out immediately, and, moving up, straddled my face, and pushed 
her box against my lips. 

"I looked up into Jonesy's face. She was not attractive, as I have said. I 
had always thought of her before as quite ugly, in fact. But now she looked 
like a positive demon. Her eyelids were drawn closed, her mouth was half 
open, her tongue hanging from the comer of her lipstick-painted mouth. 

"She put both of her hands on the top of my head and pulled my face up. When 
I kept my mouth closed, she opened her right hand and swung it away, then 
back against my cheek. I blushed, partly from the pain of the slap, partly 
from shame. A warmth, too, singed through my whole body, and my small 
breasts heaved as I inhaled. 

"My jaw slowly came open, and I pushed my half-open mouth against her 
crotch, her tangle of weeds soaked in her sex moisture. My tongue streaked 
lightly across the outside furrows of her gaping gash. She edged her right 
hand down and pulled open the cunt lips. It was into this dampness that I 
poured my small tongue. My kissing was not so much gentle as restrained, but 
I despised myself for doing it anyway. But when Jonesy started to demand of 
me, 'Go faster, come on, tongue me, you little bitch!' I responded with 
action that at least seemed more enthusiastic, because I was afraid she 
might slap me again. 

"So, in this way, I was made to do her bidding. My tongue worked inside the 
slot, and I felt sick to my stomach. Even with my shoulders, her enormous, 
flabby buttocks heaved with her, in time to the shoving of her body against 
my mouth. She mashed her cunt into my mouth, and yelled, 'You little 
cocksucker! Eat my twat, you little cocksucker! Isn't it good enough for 
you?' With this, she dug her fingernails into my scalp. 

"I looked to the side of the room, hoping to appeal to my sister, but 
Melinda was glaring at me already, so I decided to suck Jonesy off as 
quickly as possible and end the torture I was being put through. 

"I pressed my lips around the hanging quiver of flesh that protruded from 
the top of the incision. I pulled it toward me, then, letting the fragment 
of skin move back lazily to the crotch, I ran the edge of my tongue just 
down the joining of groin and leg, and this seemed to drive Jonesy wild. She 
straightened her arms and pushed them out in front of her, her breasts 
jiggling. My sister came forward and undid Jonesy's blouse while I continued 
to tongue the inside of her leg, then she freed the girl's enormous breasts 
from their starched holsters. I stuck my tongue inside the gap of her 
vagina, which was wet and open, like a slick wound. 

"'Yeah, that's right, do it to me, you little bitch!' She smiled viciously. 
'Just pretend I'm one of those little boys you give head to,' she added, 
even though I had never been with a boy before, and she could have no 
possible way of knowing if I had been. y "I squeezed my arms around her 
sagging butt, and she pressed her wet crotch to my mouth again. I licked 
furiously at the clit, and she sighed her approval in ready, even groans. 
Her labia were wet, and she was dripping lubrication from the vat inside. 
The cunt was like a hot open sore, steaming with her readiness for orgasm. 

"I pushed my chin against the hole, while my tongue stretched to fondle the 
clitoris. Two of the girls-I couldn't tell who because my field of vision 
was now taken by the expanse of Jonesy's cunt and crotch-now began to tickle 
the soles of my naked feet. I first pushed my heels against the floor, to 
brace against the assault, but soon I had to kick my knees out underneath 
Jonesy. I couldn't keep from giggling, though. And, just then, Jonesy 
started to come off, wriggling her twat lips against my mouth. I tried to 
slurp up the moisture. I sucked at the skin, suctioning it into my mouth. 
But before I had really got into the rhythm of her orgasm, she slowed down 
and was just performing a slow grind against my tongue, lips, and teeth. 

"She got off me almost immediately. She stood up above my head, her legs 
spread wide, and looked down into my eyes. There was contempt written in her 
facial expression. 

"I waited to be untied. I thought that this must surely be the end of the 
charade. But no, now my sister came toward me. In her hand she had a man's 
leather belt doubled up. 

"I tensed my whole body, afraid of the whipping that I suddenly realized was 
coming to me. I closed my eyes. Nothing happened for a brief moment, and I 
dared to open them again. Then, in a brief flash, I again saw my sister's 
stark-naked body-naked, that is, except for a pair of black leather boots 
that came just below the knee. In slow motion, it seemed, she raised her 
hand, her small wrist turning away from her forearm. It was like she and I 
were hurtling through space, both suspended, neither of us subject to the 
rules of gravity. 

"My eyes were still open when the very end of the whip came down, striking 
my thighs. My legs jerked at the touch of the whip. My eyes closed, and 
tears formed at the comers. The drops of water started to move down my 
cheeks. She let the belt lie across my thighs for a second. Then I felt a 
rush of air as she drew the belt back. She moved a few steps to the side, as 
if to rejudge her aim, and then cast the snake of leather down on me with 
greater force than before-this time striking my waist. My tummy wrenched 
with the pain of the assault. The outline of the belt seemed to be engraved 
into my stomach, burning a long rectangular pattern onto the skin. As she 
drew the belt back into her hand, pulling it inch by inch inside the folded 
fist, I looked down at my stomach. The shape of the belt, where it had 
struck, was marked by a milky white. Around it a fiery blush shaded the 
indentation. 

"I closed my eyes again. I was now in a haze; paradoxically my senses were 
dulled by the pain, and when the belt came down again I could hardly feel 
the dull thud as anything but a pressure exerted against my weak body. Blood 
raced through my limbs, but it was an almost exhilarating feeling. The 
leather rustled against my chest, and then she brought it back toward her 
fist, careful that the leather touched my tits. The areolas became erect, as 
if in expectation. 

"I knew instinctively where the next lash would land. I arched my spine. My 
breasts tingled. Yes! The leather snapped against the undersides of my small 
boobs. The tits were solid, hard. My sister came closer. She let the end of 
the long belt hang over the tits. Now her hand folded around the width of 
the belt, and her skin sizzled against the leather as she brought her hand 
to the very edge of the belt, cut diamond shaped. It was this tip that she 
rubbed against the nipple. I sighed, my throat hoarse. 

"She stepped back, letting the tongue of the belt fall lazily between my 
breasts and then run all the way down to the cut between my sprawled legs. 
The edge of the leather lingered at the twat Holding the belt in her hand, 
she played with it, twisting it back and forth over my smooth organ. My hips 
jumped, whether out of fear or eagerness to touch the cowhide, I can't tell, 
because the movement itself was involuntary. Her free hand fondled the 
length of the whip as though the leather itself could feel the delicacy of 
the touch. She wiggled the end of the strip over the slot, rubbing my clit 
with it I pressed my tailbone into the floor, grinding my buttocks below her 
gentle, teasing assault I wondered whether the strokes would now be more 
gentle or more enraged, or whether, indeed, they might not stop altogether, 
to be replaced by activity more directly sexual. 

"Melinda turned the belt sideways, and then, helping with her hand, forced 
the width of the leather inside my twat. My hot lips closed in on it, 
puckering with the tension as I tried to close my legs together but was 
prohibited by the confinement of the ropes. She drew the lash back, and now 
it dangled over the intersection of my legs, its hungry edge almost dripping 
into that region. 

"She stepped toward my feet. Where the other girls had tickled me, she now 
whipped me, striking the soles of my feet. I winced at the pain, and my 
grunt was answered by a swing against my breasts. I didn't feel the pain of 
it until moments after I heard the loud sting of the leather over my flesh. 
I felt welded to the floor by the intensity of the pain. My throat was dry. 
I felt like all the moisture in my body had been sucked out of me and drawn 
to one central place, my cunt, which was now sopping with lubricating oils. 
I cringed, waiting for the pain to spread to the place she would strike 
next. 

"My expectation was quickly fulfilled when she brought the belt lightly over 
my stomach, tracing a swath of pain just above the overturned base of my 
pubic triangle. But that only increased the appetite of the place below for 
some corresponding friction, and whether it were pleasurable or painful at 
this point didn't seem to matter. Now, her wrist snapping, she hit the 
outside of the beaver itself, but with a kind of restrained force. I tried 
to force myself against the leather when it rested on the patch of raw 
tissue immediately after the blow, but she was quick to take the weapon 
away. 

"'llntie her, girls,' she ordered her friends, standing back and smiling 
down on me maliciously. I thought that this was to be the end of my 
punishment. Instead, while Suzanne and Julia untied me, Jonesy and Louise 
rushed in to turn me over. Jonesy shoved her hand into the small of my back, 
and Louise held my legs spread against the floor, while Julia and Suzanne 
roped me down with the strong cord. Then Louise and Jonesy tied my arms, and 
again I was naked to the assault of my sister. 

"I could not look at her now, though I strained my head to look in back of 
me. I felt the rush of wind as the belt sizzled through the air; the sound 
of the rushing air warned me to brace myself, to hold my butt stiff and 
tense, so that the tightened muscle could absorb the shock of the blow. Even 
so, it hurt bitterly. She quickly raised the leather weapon and brought it 
down hard again, although this time one of the globes took all the force of 
the blow. When she doubled up the belt and brought it down hard on the small 
of my back, I screamed. That was the most painful of the strokes so far. I 
felt my whole body crumple, as though the base of my spine was the center of 
my whole body, the place where all my strength was. After that, I felt as 
weak as if I were paralyzed. I was still now, just waiting for the next 
sting of the belt. When it came, however, it was a dull scratch against my 
backbone. Even though she came down with all of her strength, my capacity 
for pain had been passed by the last part of the beating. She was bruising 
me, creating great marks all over my body. The welts were already beginning 
to rise, huge blotches of sore, swelling tissue. She brought the belt down 
on my shoulders, and I merely hunched them sleepily. In reaction to the 
pain, some of my other senses were becoming dim. I had my eyes closed, and 
my ears now could only hear a faraway echo-and that echo distorted-of the 
sounds in the carpenter's shack. 

"Then there was silence, an ear-numbing silence. My inner ears buzzed with 
sounds of their own. I felt as though I were spinning. And then, right above 
the crack in my ass, in the small of my back, I felt the cold metal of the 
belt buckle. Melinda rubbed the smooth metal of the buckle against my spine. 
I felt a chill. I hunched my shoulders slightly, but my freedom of movement 
was restricted. Now she pushed the very edge of the thin spike into the 
shaded inside of my rear. She pulled the buckle away, and before I could 
even consider what to expect next, the buckle came down against my soft ass. 
It hurt, but nothing like the pain that came when, in the next instant, she 
dragged it over the undersides of my upper legs, just below the buttocks. 
Then she hit my right calf, then my left. I was sobbing hysterically. Tears 
poured down my face. I opened my eyes, but I could see only black. My body 
was tied more tightly than it had been when my front was exposed. 

"I almost blacked out, but, apparently, I didn't because now Melinda settled 
down beside me, her legs crossed. She bent down over me and dry-kissed the 
back of my neck. Then her tongue came out of her mouth, and she licked 
gently at the salt-sweaty skin. Her touch now was exquisitely delicate, as 
if to make up for the harshness of the pain she had caused me. 

"She touched the tip of her forefinger to my shoulder, then drew it away, 
put it in her mouth, and then rolled the wet fingertip on the ball-socket of 
the other shoulder. She streaked with the finger to the space between the 
arm and the chest. She opened her hands and then touched the palms to my ass 
cheeks, just barely grazing the surface of the skin, as if measuring them 
for size. My body was still being racked with convulsive sobs. I heaved even 
under the new gentleness of her caresses. Melinda kissed me on the spine, 
then straddled my back, legs open around my ass. I felt her tuft of sexual 
hair brush my rear. She bent over to flick her tongue over my cheek. The 
tongue moved to the top of my face, where she licked the salt water of my 
tears, drying my face. She ringed her arms around me, reaching under my 
belly, fingers folding together. The tips of the finger pressed into my 
stomach. The small fingers of each hand played with the top of my pubic 
region, twining the hair there gracefully. She rubbed her twat up and down 
my ass, reemphasizing the pain with each new movement. 

"The end of her tongue curled inside my ear. At the same time, her open 
hands ran up past my stomach to the overturned bowls of my small breasts. 
She kneaded them, making me tingle through the clouds of pain that ran 
through my flesh and bones. She grabbed a piece of the flesh on the back of 
my neck and nibbled lightly at it, wetting it with her tongue. 

"Now she raised herself off my back and, on her knees, moved down until she 
reached my ass. She spread the hills apart with her hand, and then ran her 
tongue down the crease, licking at the insides of both globes. Then she bit 
a small hunk of the muscle, and I burned, because she had lashed me there 
moments before. The heat of the blood in that spot was scalding. 

"Her hands went to the insides of my thighs, and she strained to raise me 
from the blanket spread out below me. She touched her skin to mine as she 
moved to stick her head between my outstretched legs. 

"Her tongue found the hair, then followed the path to the slit itself. She 
licked at the labia, then found the clitoris. She flicked it mercilessly 
with her tongue. Her head kept pressing up against the balls of my buttocks, 
but only her tongue could reach my genitalia, tied down as I was. 

"She kept pushing the top of her head against me. She was breathing deeply. 
She stuck her nose into the yielding softness of my ass, and I could feel 
the slight wind as she exhaled through her nostrils. She grabbed hold of 
both buttocks, sinking her nails into the tissue, now accelerating the 
intensity of her sexual attack. But her tongue was easy on me, just soothing 
the clitoris. My whole groin felt giddy with the taste of pleasure she was 
giving it. With all of the pain that had preceded the oral manipulations, 
now I was especially grateful for the relief of her swift, steady tongue 
pounding out a steady beat on my button. 

"She stuck her thumbs into my waist. I started to come, kicking my legs. My 
sister licked me, rushing her tongue over the clitoral ridge. I screamed at 
the wild pleasure, my whole body aching with the scars that already had 
started to form on my skin." 

 CHAPTER FIVE-Bisexual Sisters 

Penny and Susan are twenty and twenty-four years old, respectively. They 
live in San Francisco and support themselves through prostitution. In this 
case history, Susan explains why they sometimes sell their bodies to women, 
sometimes to men, but always in tandem. 

"I've been in San Francisco for four years, ever since I dropped out of 
school, Cal State at Haywood. I come from Sacramento, though. Anyway, I 
started hooking soon after I got here. I wanted to live nice, but you can't 
live very nice on a secretary's salary. So I started hanging around those 
places where the higher class, less grubby 'ladies of the evening' sell 
their wares, mainly on North Broadway. One night, while I was hustling, a 
guy from the office where I worked spotted me, and the next day I was fired. 
I've been hooking ever since I came up. Penny knew I was selling myself. 
After she graduated high school, she went to L.A. to try to make it as an 
actress there. But the going was tough, and she spent most of the year she 
was down there hustling in the street, though after a while she got a tie-in 
with a call-girl ring. She moved up here about a year ago. We share a flat 
off Union Street. 

"The first night my sister and I went out together as a team, we went to a 
bar on Broadway. We sat down at a table, and then these two guys came up to 
our table and asked us if they could buy us a drink. They were both young, 
about thirty-five, but they were very straight-looking business types. We 
let them buy us drinks, and they introduced themselves to us as Charlie and 
Bob. Charlie was a blond, kind of stocky, and Bob was tall, thin, and rather 
sensitive looking. They were both dressed very conservatively, and it came 
as no surprise either to Penny or me when they told us they were stockbroker 
trainees on Montgomery Street, the city's financial center. When they asked 
us if we'd be interested in going to a party, I laid the cards right on the 
table. 'Do you think,' I said, 'that we might work something out 
beforehand?' "Charlie smiled; Bob looked uncertain. Charlie must have 
suspected we were prostitutes. They exchanged looks, Charlie beaming, 
seeming to encourage Bob, and then Bob nodded his head. 'How much?' he asked 
me, looking past Penny, who was comparatively new to the racket, at least 
the San Francisco version of it. 'For how long?' I replied, not giving him a 
chance to answer before I gave out with the price list. 'It's twenty dollars 
for a quick throw, fifteen minutes; fifty for a couple of hours, and one 
hundred for the night. Apiece.' "Charlie answered that a couple of hours 
might be fine. 'Do you girls work together?' he asked, and I knew what he 
meant. 'Switch?' I asked, arching my eyebrows. He nodded. I could see by the 
gleam in his eyes that he was excited. "That's twenty-five extra. Apiece.' 
Charlie grimaced, but then he looked at his friend and said, 'Still a good 
deal, wouldn't you say, Bob?' Bob said yes, it was, and so my sister and I 
stood up while Charlie put down the money for the drinks. 

"They had parked their car in the lot adjoining the bar. We waited in the 
chill of evening while the attendant extricated the huge Cadillac from the 
rows of cars. Bob had started chatting with Penny, and it was clear now who 
was with whom-at least for the moment, before the swapping began. 

"'Your place or a motel?' Charlie asked me, once he had settled in the 
driver's seat. I realized then that he, and Bob as well, must be married, 
even though they wore no wedding rings. I said a motel, because I don't like 
to mix business with pleasure and because sometimes guys Penny and I really 
dig might blow in just while we were doing tricks. 

"We stopped at a motel on Van Ness. Charlie filled one parking space and 
half of another with the car, then bobbed inside the office and in a moment 
emerged with a large key, almost the size of his fist "There were two double 
beds in the room he got us. 'I asked for one with two big beds,' Charlie 
snickered, 'but of course I didn't tell him why.' "I told Penny that she 
could use the bathroom first. I took my shoes off-my feet were killing me. 
Bob turned on the radio and set the dial to a-station with soothing pop 
music. 

"When Penny came out of the bathroom, in her bra and panties, I asked 
Charlie to unzip my dress. He did, extending his arms around me to touch my 
contained breasts, but I waved him away. I stepped out of the garment, 
rolled my nylons down my legs, then stepped out of my brief black panties. I 
was now naked from the waist down, my tawny pubic hair exposed for all to 
see. Charlie eagerly unsnapped the clasp of my brassiere. Bob went to the 
door, turned off the overhead lamp, and walked in the semidarkness to the 
night table, where he turned the lamp on to the lowest degree. My sister had 
already spread out, legs parted, on the bed nearest the door. Bob was now at 
the foot of the bed, slowly and carefully taking off his clothing and 
placing it neatly on the chair next to the dressing table. Charlie, 
consuming me eagerly with his eyes, began to disrobe, first untying his tie, 
then unbuttoning his shirt and taking off his belt. 

"'Haven't you forgotten something?' I asked coyly, addressing both men. 
Charlie looked surprised. 'The money,' I explained, and he smiled, digging 
into his wallet for it. He pulled out a fifty-dollar bill, a twenty, and a 
five. Bob fumbled through the pants he had laid on the back of the wooden 
chair and withdrew a one hundred-dollar bill, clean, fresh, then asked 
Charlie to give him the twenty and the five. Charlie did, and then Bob gave 
me the hundred-dollar bill, and Charlie gave me the fifty. I looked at my 
sister, who gave me a bright smile. She looked pretty, lying there naked and 
spread-eagled on the bed. She had never gotten this kind of money in L.A., 
having to split it with pimps. 

"I very carefully placed the money in my wallet, then put the purse down 
underneath the chair on the other side of the bureau. 'Well, let's get 
started, then,' I said. Then I added, 'We'll wash you guys first' Charlie 
looked at Bob, and both of them looked puzzled. But I just turned on my 
naked heels and went into the bathroom, which was in sparkling white tile. I 
heard my sister get up off the bed, and a moment later Charlie, Bob, and 
Penny came into the bathroom. The guys were now naked. Their penises, 
however, hung like limp hoses from their stomachs. Charlie had the bigger 
pecker of the two, thicker and more manly, but Bob's was longer, though 
thinner. There were several new washcloths hanging from the racks above the 
bathtub. I took two, and I gave one of them to my sister. The guys and Penny 
stood back as I went to the sink and lathered the washrag with soap under 
warm water. Then I took the cloth and wrapped it around Charlie's flabby 
whang. The heat, or perhaps just the contact of my hand through the rag, 
must have excited him, for in starts, the cock became hard. The foreskin 
drew back from the circumcised head, and it was easy to wash the glans 
clean. I drew the rag away and rinsed it under the warm water from the tap, 
then cleaned off all the soap on his penis. I lathered up again, poked my 
fingers inside my cunt, then rinsed the rag again, douched myself with it, 
and having squeezed it out, threw it over the rack. My sister followed the 
same procedure with Bob, but I didn't have time to look, because Charlie was 
edging me out of the bathroom and into the other room. 

"When we got to the bed, he pulled back the covers and switched off the 
light. I settled down on the mattress and then felt his weight on the 
springs. The room was dark now except for the light coming from the 
bathroom. I heard my sister giggling. I figured they already were into some 
action. So I just concentrated on Charlie, who wasn't slow to getting around 
to business either. 

"He put his hand on my naked breast, and I could feel the blood rush inside. 
The tit became hard as a pebble. I inhaled deeply. His other hand moved down 
the center of my body, lingering on my tummy for a moment while his 
forefinger curled inside the crater of my navel. Then the hand aimed for the 
depression of my cunt. His finger poked into the crease itself. He stroked 
me once, twice, then started to push the tip of the finger against the sides 
of the chasm. My snatch quivered, and I started to lubricate. He withdrew 
his finger, bringing the now moist tip to the clitoris, which struggled 
under his strong force. The little button inflated mightily, and I began to 
feel excited. I reached for his staff, which was now a small baseball bat, 
the rounded head standing out proud from the drawn sheath of his foreskin. I 
tested the slit and found a dewdrop upon it. I spread it along the glans, 
pricking the foreskin with my sharp fingernail. He took my hand and led it 
down to his scrotal sac. Like a machine, my five fingers folded down upon 
the helpless sac, holding the small almonds prisoner at the bottom of the 
wrinkled scrotum. 

"I heard a loud, sudden, 'Aah!' from my sister in the bathroom, and I knew 
for sure that she had already started the evening's work. Charlie was over 
me, and he pushed my legs apart. He pressed the end of his long stick 
against my cunt lips, but he was just trying to excite me, not rush things. 
I took the head in my hand and rubbed it over the clit. His smooth hands 
cupped my buttocks, and he forced my pelvis closer to his own. Only now did 
he start to kiss me. Stationing himself on his knees, he licked his tongue 
across my plump lower lip. Then his tongue entered my mouth, caressing wetly 
and softly my own tongue and inner cheeks, tracing the rough pattern of my 
teeth. 

"He raised one leg and moved it outside the angle of my sprawled limbs. He 
put his hand to my box and slipped a finger inside easily. My snatch was 
warm and greasy. He shoved another finger up the organ and began to press 
steadily and with rhythm, driving the soft spikes as far as he could before 
withdrawing, only to plow forward in the next beat. His thumb combed through 
my pubic hair and found the clitoris, and he buzzed that while he fingered 
me. The spaces between the strokes of his fingers became shorter, and I 
breathed in heavy spurts, turned on by the manipulations. But now he removed 
one finger from my twat and pushed it between the two cakes of my ass, 
injecting the first joint straight inside the narrow canal. He wiggled it 
jauntily, but my only reaction was to spread my legs further and to push up 
off the bed. He pulled the finger out and rewet it inside the cunt. Thus 
oiled, it moved easily inside my anus, though the walls of the rectal muscle 
closed down hard on it. 

"'I'll blow you, if you want,' I announced to him, anxious to get his tool 
inside my mouth, where I could suck it off to perfection. He smiled and 
dismounted, sprawling on his back beside me. I pushed myself down on the bed 
and took his plank, drawing it away from its natural bent and aiming it 
toward my lips. I let my snaky tongue lick carefully around the foreskin, 
pushing with as much force as I could against the flattened side of the 
shaft. I yanked at the foreskin and pulled it toward the instrument's base. 
Now I brought my teeth down on the penis and dug my teeth into the 
circumcised foreskin, careful, however, not to hurt him, but rather to 
excite him. My lips pressed against the glans, puckering, and I jiggled the 
balls in their creased pouch. He brought his knees up and pushed up on his 
buttocks, forcing the spear deeper into my mouth. 

"He forced the mighty head so hard against my throat that I gagged. But then 
he sank on his hips into the mattress, and I had to spiral the sides of my 
mouth down on his thing, while his fingers pressed like a vise into my 
forearm. I took hold of the rod and brushed the head back and forth over my 
full lips, then opened my mouth enough to bite down on the cock head. My 
mouth tingled, and I was excited. The walls of my cunt were already juicy. I 
raised my head off the pecker and straddled him. I had to push his chest 
down, because he was sitting up, but he complied willingly as I offered him 
a glimpse of my hair-covered twat. I took the penis midway down its length, 
and then brought my box down on it. It slipped in easily and nicely. I 
exerted my vaginal muscles and clamped it firmly in the saddle once he had 
fully penetrated me. 'Push,' I ordered him, as I pushed up on my knees. I 
looked down and saw the arrow as I rose up off it. It glistened with the 
saliva from my mouth and from the vaginal lubricants. I wiggled my ass from 
side to side, and Charlie's cock twitched inside the berth. He put his hands 
on my hips and shoved up, refilling me with the gorgeous slab of male meat. 

"I rested a moment when he had gone all the way in again, letting him enjoy 
the warmth of my inner-genitalia. I pressed in again on it with my vaginal 
muscles, tightening my hold. I stuck my forefinger inside the weave of our 
mingling pubic hairs. Then, putting my hands on his shoulders, I pushed up 
again until only the head was still buried inside the moist bath. 'Push 
harder,' I told him, and he was up inside me in one slick swoop. 'Oh, yeah,' 
I ventured, 'schmuck me, schmuck me good!' because I was feeling it now. 

"'Oh yeah, that's good,' I assured him as we achieved a steady, smooth 
rhythm. I reached down and stuck my index finger against the part of the 
penile shaft that was hidden underneath his scrotum. 'Oh, fuck me, fuck me,' 
I sighed. I was close to coming. A shiver passed through my inner cunt. The 
walls parted, and for a fraction of a moment his long stick was lost in my 
inner space. But now, when the muscle came together, it hugged the erection 
as tightly as before. 'Push, push!' I mumbled, but I didn't need to tell him 
what to do, because he was frantically shooting the stem, and at last he was 
shooting the wad of semen deep inside me, and my own walls were flapping 
open and shut in alternate moments. My whole body was convulsed with the 
strength of the orgasm, and I waved my arms at my side. It was like riding a 
horse that had suddenly begun to run through an open field. 

"I allowed my body to sink down on the spent petard. I rubbed my hairy groin 
over his. I felt the blood start to flow back into his body from the spike. 

"At that point, my sister, Penny, and Bob came in from the bathroom. His 
hose was lying at parade rest from the middle of his crotch, but it, too, 
was wet, and Penny was smiling from what I took to be her gratification in 
recent orgasm. 

"'Wow, that was a great screw, Susie,' she told me, and Bob almost blushed 
with pride. 

"'So was mine,' I said without enthusiasm, for I was now so tired. I knew 
that Charlie's thing was now a cringing muscle inside of me, so, circling it 
with my forefinger at the point of origin above the scrotum, I lifted myself 
off it. Then I let my body fall back on the bed beside the John. Peggy was 
eyeing Charlie's manhood, and I detected disappointment at its current 
state. But he smiled at her, and she came to the side of the bed on which he 
lay. Bob came closer to me and offered me his hand. Listlessly, I let him 
pull me up and then shove me upon the other double bed. 

"He turned me on my stomach, so that my backside was exposed to his view and 
touch. I felt him try to hustle his deflated bird in between the halves of 
my ass. As the hillocks closed together around it, however, the organ 
miraculously enlarged, and by the time he had shoved it as far as the anus 
it was at full erection. I twisted my body this way and that so that he 
could screw the long pencil into the tiny sphincter slot. With one energetic 
shove he managed to pierce the asshole, and suddenly he was rocking me. I 
felt sliced wide by the long, thin phallus, which he poked mercilessly at 
the sides of the narrow cavity. 

"He pressed the flat of his thumb into the base of my spine, and suddenly 
the walls of my cunt expanded, even though the wound itself was empty. When 
he shoved forward again, I let my naked pelvis mesh into the sheet below, 
and I tried to wriggle my button clit back and forth. 

"He pulled his cock out of my asshole and then shoved the meat back between 
the cheeks. The generous flesh of my ass covered it, and now he repeated the 
maneuver. He smeared some natural lube around my asshole before plunging 
deep inside again. I stretched my arms out behind me and squeezed at the 
slight flab at both sides of his waist. I moved my ass up and down. I felt 
the Wool of his pubic wig scratch at the smooth skin of my cheeks. I reached 
over his own buttock and managed to shove the end of my finger into his 
hole. His was dry and unexplored, but my grasp was tenuous and even painful, 
so I gave up. Instead, I fitted my right hand in between Bob's stomach and 
my buttocks. 

"I turned my head to the side to see what Penny was doing with Charlie, my 
recent lover. Somehow she had got his penis up again quickly, and they were 
in the classic 'sixty-nine' position. He was licking at her cunt as a 
passionate dog might. She held his organ in her hand and circled the short 
arm with her long, thin tongue. He kept shoving his crotch up against her 
mouth, but she resisted, trying instead to draw out the pleasure of their 
oral coupling. Mechanically she pumped her own hips. Charlie was skillfully 
flicking the clit with his tongue and, in alternate strokes, was coming down 
with the whole of his mouth, parting the petals of her rose with his hands 
and sticking his tongue as far inside the cove as he could. 

"But Penny's hesitation did her no good. Suddenly his cock was steaming with 
lava, and it shot off everywhere, onto her shoulder, in her hair, and on her 
cheeks, with great force. She stuffed the pumping instrument inside her 
mouth and began to suck frantically, trying to make the orgasm a great one. 
And she must have succeeded, for Charlie showed his gratitude by grinding 
away with his mouth at her twat even after his own organ was drained of its 
fluid. Penny's hip-grinding was less mechanical now, more flowing and easy. 
She began to jerk at uneven intervals, and I could tell she was close to 
coming by the way she bit frantically at the skin of his thighs. Meanwhile, 
Charlie's friend pumped his hot phallus through my buttocks and deep inside 
my asshole. The skin inside my anal tract felt raw, but the scalding 
pleasure of his cock as it filled me was worth whatever pain it caused. 

"Bob's seed suddenly spurted out and started to flood me. The thick cream 
sprayed the insides of the globes, and he swung the long column up and down 
within the circumference of my small, strained hole. The fluid was like a 
hot shower inside me. I felt warmth even in my stomach. I heard my sister 
breathing hard, and the springs below both mattresses strained with an 
erratic rhythm. I pushed my clit wildly to the sheet and came just about the 
same time my sister started half whispering, half yelling, 'I'm coming, I'm 
coming, oh, I'm coming V "Bob pulled out of my rectum immediately. His cock 
was still stiff, though, and when he lay down on his back, I patted it 
gently, thankful for the pleasure it had given me. 

"Charlie sat at the edge of his bed, his feet dangling off it. 'Do you girls 
ever-' " 'Do it together?' I interrupted him, raising my eyebrows. 'Sure,' I 
said, and looked at my sister. She smiled. 

"We had played those kinds of sexual games when she was in her early teens 
and I was in my last years of high school. I always played the aggressive 
part of the boy, so now I got up off the bed and settled on the bed beside 
Charlie. I wondered if he had any idea that we were sisters. 

I figured not, as we didn't look all that much alike. I put one hand down on 
my sister's breast and felt her tit grow large under the touch of my palm. 
She smiled and put her hand under the boob, reshaping it and pushing it 
against my hand. I climbed up beside her on my knees, while Charlie moved to 
sit at the foot of the bed. Next to him, Bob sat down, while my sister and I 
began to go to it. 

"I spread my legs, putting my knees at either side of Penny's chest. I 
squeezed down on her, running my pubic curls down along the slope of her 
breast. I could feel the erection of the nipples below. With the same hand 
that had scooped up her breast, she pointed her areola at my clit. With her 
other hand, she began to knead the flab on the inside of my other upper leg. 

"Now I moved up again and, by dropping my crotch over her face, signaled her 
that I wanted her to lick me. She obliged, sticking her tongue out and 
easily finding my clitoris, which she glossed with abundant saliva. A few 
strands of the spittle fell over her lip and smeared her chin. She drew her 
arm around my waist and rubbed it against my loose-fleshed buttocks. She 
parted the two mounds and tickled the in-sides, but she didn't attempt to 
find the rectum. Now her fingers searched lower, and she pressed the 
fingertips of her right hand against the joining of my legs. 

"Now she took her left hand and played with the opening between my legs. She 
raised her head to take a small, playful bite out of the center of my belly, 
just below the navel, before again pushing her tongue against the fleshy 
door of the snatch, which now yielded. She rubbed the clitoris with her 
finger, and I felt the heat course through the labyrinth. I felt a wonderful 
blend of ticklishness and yearning for friction in the very first inches of 
my heating, lubricating pie. 

"I began to rub my tummy in time to the stroking of her tongue inside my 
vaginal box. I stuck a finger of my other hand inside the sheath and pulled 
it away from the other boundary of the cavern, so that my sister might bring 
her head up-as she did-and suck harder at the inner lining of my cunt. My 
free hand raced higher, to my own breast, and I began to stroke the palm 
over my tit. The nipple became stiff. I felt movement at the foot of the 
bed. It was, on one side, Charlie and, on the other, Bob. They now sat, 
their feet pointing off the edge of the bed, at my sides. They opened their 
mouths and came hungrily toward me, stuffing my breasts between their teeth. 
Their techniques were different, though. Bob was gentle, suckling at the 
darkened areola, while his friend ground his teeth-lightly and delicately, 
but still with a great deal of friction-over the white flesh around my 
nipple. 

"I began to rock my lower body forward, shoving my cunt deeper inside 
Penny's mouth. Penny stretched her arms into the laps of Bob and Charlie. 
They moved closer to her on the bed, and she took hold of their cocks, 
yanking energetically at the foreskins of each, occasionally lingering to 
trace intricate patterns with her fingertips along the flattened sides of 
the shafts. 

"Charlie rearranged himself. Now he stood up on the bed, which bucked 
mightily under his weight, and faced me, his legs spread around my sister's 
shoulders. He stepped forward and the bed rocked. He pushed down on his 
penis, then forced it into my willing mouth. I licked at the glans, then 
tried to jam my mouth as far on it as I could. I clamped my teeth down on 
the phallus, and then I rubbed the edges back and forth along the width of 
the thick scepter. I yanked at the scrotum, and the testicles bobbed inside. 
I scratched at the baggy skin. He thrust his pelvis forward and I almost 
gagged at the bulk of the thing. My sister was jacking Bob off. His eyes 
were shut tight, and he was breathing hard. His face was flushed, and I 
guessed he was about ready to shoot off. 

"I felt soaked in my vagina. Penny was really sucking hard now, drawing the 
clitoral ridge between her teeth and kneading it gently. I grabbed my right 
boob in my hand and squeezed it. She mashed her mouth to the black pubic 
lace at my source. 

"I stuck my fingers into the stalk hidden below Charlie's scrotum. I drew my 
head back and rubbed the edges of my teeth just under the glans. That seemed 
to do it, because when I pushed the edge of my tongue against the flattened 
side of the shaft, he started to let loose with the sticky goo. My right 
hand swung from my breast and I stuck my fingers into Bob's scrotum just as 
my sister plunged the covering skin down a few more last times. He too began 
to come, spurting the glue all over the bed, Penny's forearm, my hand, and 
my stomach." 

The behavior of the two girls, although seemingly healthy, does contain some 
pathological elements. Interviews established the fact that both girls had 
felt a sense of rejection in their formative years. Further, they both came 
to the early conclusion that men enjoy a favored position in our society. 
During the ages of twelve to fifteen, both girls experienced sexual 
hyperesthesia, the older leading her young sister into a precocious state of 
sexual excitement. 

The older sister recounted an episode where she inadvertently stumbled into 
the bathroom as her father was shaving in the nude. His penis was 
semi-erect. Stunned, the girl was unable to turn around and leave, but 
merely stood and gazed at the impressive sight before her. Her father swore 
at her and scolded her severely afterward. From that time on, her reactions 
to males and sexual matters were ambivalent. She unwittingly imparted her 
feelings to her younger sister. 

Experts have posited several factors in the etiology of homosexuality among 
females: a repulsion from heterosexuality originating in the castration 
complex, an attraction through early fixation on the mother, unresolved 
Oedipal feelings with consequent identification of each eligible man as a 
father figure, this creating an insurmountable incest taboo. This last was 
not an element in this case. Much to the point here is Ernest Jones's view 
that inordinate intensity of oralism and sadism are the core of later 
development of homosexuality in the woman. 

With these thoughts in mind, let us return to the present case history. In 
the following excerpt from interviews taken for this volume, Susan describes 
a session in troilism. 

"In the past few months, the scene on Broadway has gotten a bit more 
outrageous, at least before the current cleanup. At any rate, my sister and 
I had actually taken to standing in one place, say on the comer in front of 
a nightclub. We wouldn't actually solicit, but we would stand there in our 
short skirts and smile at the passing men. 

"One night, a young guy with a beard stopped right there and looked at us 
both in turn, sort of sizing us up, I guess. Then he stepped a little 
closer, and I began to wonder which one of us he wanted. 'Do you girls, uh, 
work together?' he asked shyly. I looked at Penny, who shrugged. 'Sure,' I 
said. 'But it'll cost ya.' He smiled. 'How much?' 'How much?' 'How long?' I 
countered. 'The whole night.' 

"'It's usually a hundred dollars a night for each of us,' I replied, trying 
to judge his reaction to that figure. He started to shrug. 'But, if you just 
want us until twelve, it'll be fifty apiece.' It was eight-thirty. He was 
kind of good looking, and I thought it might be more fun to do it with him, 
rather than some older John. Besides, business was slow that night. He 
looked at us long and hard, as though he were trying to guess if the 
experience would be worth a hundred dollars. I guess he decided it would, 
because, shrugging again, he said, 'Okay.' "He didn't have a car, so I 
suggested that, to save money on a hotel room, he take us by cab back to our 
flat. We were home in about ten minutes. I fixed us a round of drinks, and 
Penny changed into her nightgown. It was sheer, and you could see her 
breasts bouncing underneath. The tits kind of stuck to the gauze of the 
sleeping garment. 

"The boy, whose name was Harold, drank slowly, but under his pants I could 
detect a considerable erection. I pressed the insides of my thighs together. 
I was kind of hot and excited. This was my first lay that night. When I had 
finished my drink, I kneeled in front of him and zipped down his trouser 
slot. He wasn't wearing any underpants. I saw the tangle of pubic hair 
sprouting out just at the base of the central stalk, which was proud and 
thick. A globule of semen had already seeped out of the head. 

"My sister gasped when I pushed the plank right inside my mouth and started 
to devour it with my tongue and lips, scraping it with my teeth. I laced the 
purplish glans with the edge of my tongue, shoving my thumb up against the 
flattened side of the long, bulky stalk. 

"My sister came toward the well-upholstered chair he was sitting on, reached 
down past the neckline of her lingerie, and brought out one of her boobs. 
The tit was already sharply pointing at Harold. He opened his mouth, put his 
arm around her waist, and started to suckle at her tit. My sister started to 
squirm, flexing her body at the waist, and finally seated herself on the 
armrest. I reached up and clutched her left buttock, then rubbed the small 
of her back with the side of my hand. 'Oh, sis, that's good,' she sighed, 
and Harold looked at both of us, quite surprised. 

"'You mean you girls are sisters?' he asked, puzzled. 

"'Yes,' I said, smiling at his shock. 

"'And you do it together?' " 'For money, sure,' I answered. 

"'Wow,' he said, licking his lips and staring at Pen's exposed boob. He 
reached forward and shoved my open mouth up against his plank. I started to 
suck him off violently. I could feel the semen inch through the tube. 

"He pulled the hem of my sister's negligee up far enough so that he could 
see the pinkish slit of her quim and the pubic jungle that surrounded it. He 
stuck a finger into the pie, then wiggled it around. 

"'Hey,' said Penny, 'why don't we do this up right? In the bedroom, say?' 
With that, I drew my head away from his erect penis and stood up, 
straightening my dress. 

"Penny was the first to enter the bedroom we shared. She stretched her arms 
upward, took the nightdress off over her head, then sat down on the edge of 
the bed and watched Harold disrobe. First he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing 
a broad, manly chest covered by a veritable lawn of dark chest-hair. Then he 
pulled down his boxer shorts, and his cock pointed out toward Penny. She 
smiled. He took the weapon in his hand, midway down its stem, and yanked it 
down as if testing it. 

"I was quickly naked, and my breasts bounced as I walked toward the bed. 'Do 
you want the lights on?' I asked. He nodded. He lay on the drawn sheets of 
the bed, his cock arising proudly out of his lower stomach. Penny was 
crowding in front of me, wiggling her slickly moist beaver hair against the 
side of his phallic shaft. I took her thighs in my hand and helped push her 
forward. She parted her legs and slipped down on the tool, burying it deep 
inside of her, sighing as the missile shot up the snatch. I squeezed under 
her hips and opened my mouth. Gingerly I closed my lips and teeth around his 
scrotum, sucking on the wrinkled layer of flesh while she pumped her firm 
young body this way and that, as though trying to wrench the come juice from 
his beacon. 

"At first she was on her knees, her calves stretching back at my sides. But 
after a while, she twisted her body and brought her legs out in front of 
her. She rested the sides of her delicate feet under Harold's head. He 
turned his head from side to side, rubbing his ears against her toes. She 
folded her body forward when he was at full penetration, then kissed him, 
her fleshy tongue tracing the outline of his sensuous lips, while her 
fingers combed through the plaits of hair on his chest. 

"He moved a little bit forward under the weight he was carrying and put his 
hands against my ears, rubbing them gently against the spirals of my outer 
ears. I sucked in lightly, and the balls joggled over my teeth. I pushed at 
his buttocks, and my tongue peeked inside. The skin there was hot. He 
groaned. I didn't come close to the rectum itself, but I brushed my tongue 
back and forth. I turned my head and chewed a little nugget of soft 
thigh-flesh, but in an instant he flexed the muscle there and made it tense 
meat. 

"I stuck my right forefinger between the twin cakes of my sister's buttocks. 
The tip of the finger slipped easily inside her greasy anal orifice. I 
realized at once that when changing, she had also prepared herself for the 
evening by using vaseline to oil the hole, and perhaps the vaginal box as 
well. 

"Her right arm curled around her waist and she took me by the wrist, 
squeezing the bone. I heard her moan, and I knew she wanted me to keep up 
the fingering. The rectal opening was small but smooth. I shoved my finger 
deep inside of it, and then the muscles at the side bit down hard on me. I 
twisted my finger and scratched at the sides of the abyss. Penny shook her 
hips in my face, and I knew she was coming closer to completion. She moved 
her whole body around Harold's cock as though she were at once stuck to it 
and revolving upon it. She brought her wide pelvis down on his prick as 
though she were trying to scoop it up and drag it from its anchoring on 
Harold's crotch. When she raised her body off it, it shined with her vaginal 
oils. Its head was still stuck inside her cunt, and she grabbed the manhood 
and turned the stick around inside of her. I felt the tension on the scrotum 
as I moved my tongue through the network of thin creases and wrinkles. 

"She dug her thumbs into the sides of the guy's neck in one moment, and in 
the next she was tugging at his full black beard. She pushed her finger in 
between his lips, and it was like she was fucking his mouth with the 
miniature penis of her first finger. She ground her body lovingly around his 
hoist petard. She pushed up off the organ and then rolled its head into the 
flesh above her hairy V. He shoved his pelvis forward with a jerk of his 
hips and forced her to slip the shaft all the way inside the wet slot of her 
twat. 

"The bed began to rock under us. She was moving so fast now that movements 
could not be differentiated, and I couldn't tell a forward stroke from a 
withdrawal. Harold had started to grunt in time to the twistings of her 
frantic body, now soaked all over in her light-scented sweat. He clawed at 
her sides with his fingers. She put her hands behind her and pushed my head 
against his juice bag. At last she seemed almost to be jumping off the bed. 
The trampoline sighed beneath us. Our breathing imitated the rush of the 
ocean. His come spurted out against the walls of her hot cunt. I could feel 
the testes expand on my tongue as the pearly liquid raced out from the 
scrotum and into the phallic cylinder. 

"Later, after we had rested, Harold suggested that he watch us as we made it 
with each other. He would, he said, help us along. So we got into the sack, 
both of us quite naked. Then he suggested that I do things to arouse my 
sister. So, kneeling at the foot of the bed, I began to go into subtle and 
not-so-subtle gyrations. 

"First, I cupped both my boobs in my open palms. I spread my legs far apart, 
and I put my right hand over my cunt, hiding the hair. Little by little, I 
moved the hand away, and the curls were exposed to her view. I put my 
forefinger on the clitoris and rolled it back and forth. Then I slid my 
finger past the red-pink button and into the divide itself. I pretended to 
wiggle the finger's end inside me for a moment, and then I started to 
breathe very heavily, as though I were in the heat of passion. It was not 
clear at that point what effect this all was having on my sister, but when I 
looked over my shoulder, I could see that Harold, whose legs were sprawled 
wide as he sat in the big upholstered chair, was wildly jerking at his 
penis. 

"I lowered my crotch down on my sister's calf, then rubbed my beaver hair 
over her smooth, well-shaved skin. I backed away from the leg and then bent 
her big toe toward the cunt, lowering myself upon the stump. She flexed it 
inside of me. Then I sprang up. 

"Resting against the post at the foot of the bed, I dropped one leg off the 
mattress and stretched the other leg to make an angle as wide as possible. 
Now I started to turn myself on with my fingers, flicking the clitoris back 
and forth and inserting my two forefingers into the cove to spread the sides 
of the abyss apart, so that Penny could look in. 

"I watched as my sister, now quite aroused, began to rub her stomach with 
the flat of her open hand, until her belly was colored by a deep blush. Her 
hips pushed up, and her ass left the bed. Her other hand started to roll the 
soft flesh of her left breast. Her wrist rested on that breast while her 
fingers extended to tease the adjoining nipple, making it firm and hard. 

"I got up off the bed and went to the dresser. 

In the bottom drawer was a huge dildo. I admired it for a moment, then put 
it on, running my hand up the length of the thick rubber hose. The false 
erection bounced in my hand. I turned my head and watched Harold's face as I 
approached my sister, lying spread-eagled on the bed and awaiting the 
assault. 

"My sister was licking her lower lip. She dug her fingers into the soft 
mattress at her sides. I climbed on top of her, holding the weapon like a 
gun between her legs, which were warm. She wrapped her right hand around the 
dildo-penis. She tried to bend it toward her dry twat-lips, but when I 
pushed in, she gasped in pain. I turned to Harold and directed him to go 
into the bathroom, where, in the medicine chest, he would find a jar of cold 
cream. He was still clinging to his erect manhood with one hand when he ran 
into the bathroom and when he came out a few seconds later, the small jar in 
his other hand. 

"He unscrewed the top and held the jar for me while I scooped some of the 
salve out with my fingers. I covered the phallic object with it, then I 
rubbed it against the petals of Penny's flower, even rubbing the coated 
fingers inside the vaginal canal for a few strokes. 

"Now I was ready for the assault in earnest. Penny lifted her arms and 
pressed her fingers into the back of my neck and the sides of my skull. She 
rolled her pelvis under the pressure of the bulbous rod. Harold pulled on 
one of her legs while I shoved the head of the prick inside her. She 
groaned. The dildo was easily an inch-and-a-half in diameter. Once the head 
was lodged inside, however, it was easy to force the body of the dildo 
inside the box. At last, I had penetrated fully. My own hidden hole now 
hovered above hers, and the ends of our pubic curls almost met. Harold 
retreated to the chair and began to work anew at masturbating his penis. 

"I looked down at my sister's closed eyes. I pushed the end of the thing 
inside her against one cunt wall, and her mouth opened wide and round. 
'You're hurting me,' she said; but I didn't apologize, instead, I rested my 
mouth against hers, and started tonguing it as our teeth almost hit. I put 
my hand underneath her and jabbed her rectum with my right index finger. 
Each time I pushed at her with the fake cock, her body was forced down on 
the thin stick of my finger. I surged forward into her. She moaned, because 
the circumference of the dong was stretching the lips of her hole. But I 
dealt her blow after blow in quick rhythm. 

"Harold came over to the side of the bed. He put one hand on the bedpost, 
and as I pushed stroke after stroke into my sister, he pulled at his organ's 
foreskin, plumbing the cock for its creamy fluid. He was breathing heavily, 
and his hand strained to keep up with my rhythm as I pushed the dildo up my 
sister's vagina. 

"Penny pressed her fingers against the rising pink bud of her clitoris, and 
we were soon into the closing of the wild, sweating explosion. Her thumb 
moved up so that her hand was beating both of us off. I swung the dildo 
around inside her cunt. Her legs flailed at the sides of my body. Harold 
reached down and grabbed my breast, squeezing it violently, while the 
emission from his pecker emerged in wads of white semen, surging against my 
arm and breast and the bed.... 

"The next time we used that dildo was with two dykes. We were hustling 
outside of this hotel on Market Street, in downtown San Francisco. There 
were these two dames who emerged out of the revolving doors. When they 
spotted us, one whispered into the ear of the other, and they both smiled. 
They waved away the doorman, who was about to leap to the curb in search of 
a cab. Slowly, hesitantly, the two women walked toward Penny and me. 

"The older one was about forty, quite pretty, and blonde. She was just a bit 
mannish, but all that was masculine about her could be described, by one who 
did not know her predilections for sure, as chic. In tow, however, she had a 
girl not much over twenty. While the older woman was dressed in expensively 
tailored tweeds, quite flattering, the younger girl was clad in a minidress. 
Beneath her jersey top, it was clear that she had on no bra. 

"The older woman came up to me. While she spoke, she held one arm around the 
young girl's waist. 'My secretary and I,' she began, 'were wondering if you 
might have a drink with us in the hotel bar.' I looked at Penny, but only 
for form, before accepting the invitation. Both women seemed quite pleased, 
but the older one particularly so. 

"I ordered a screwdriver, as did the young girl, and my sister had a 
daiquiri. To start a conversation, the older of the two, who introduced 
herself as Beatrice and her young companion as Rachel, said she was in the 
cosmetics business and proceeded to go on about the 'beauty market,' as she 
called it. At one point, after a moment of dreadful silence, she asked Penny 
and me what we did for a living. 'What do you think?' I replied bluntly, 
growing impatient for the trick to begin. 'Oh,' she giggled, but did not 
pursue the subject further. After she had downed the rest of her bourbon and 
water, she asked, quite sweetly, 'Well, now, ladies, would you like to mix a 
little business with pleasure?' We discussed terms, and when we agreed, we 
all took the elevator to the eighth floor, and then went into their 
well-appointed suite. 

"She told us to get undressed, and already Rachel was stripping out of her 
minidress. She rolled the panties down her slim legs, pulled the top off 
over her head, and she was nude. When her employer returned, she was clad in 
black leather slacks-men's slacks-their zipper open, and in a frilly 
black-lace brassiere that pushed her breasts up. She went directly to a 
suitcase that rested against a wall and took four plastic vibrators out of 
it. They were of different sizes, and one was painted black. All were 
designed to look as much like phalli as possible, and all were 
battery-operated by a switch at the side. 

"She gave us each one, keeping the black one for herself. After first 
squatting on all fours, dog-style, on the hotel carpet, she lowered herself 
down on the long, thick hunk of plastic. She asked my sister to come and 
keep her balance. Penny pushed her down on the tool, and Rachel thrust her 
right forearm underneath the woman's pelvis, keeping the vibrator stationary 
on the floor. Slowly the woman's bush came down on, and then consumed, the 
massive joint. Then, when the thing was firmly embedded in her cunt, she set 
the switch on, and the vibrator started to whir inside her body. She 
directed me to stand behind her, rubbing my naked groin into the black 
leather covering her buttocks. I complied, and my sister started to suck one 
of her tits, nestling the other one in the palm of her hand. 

"The woman then ordered Rachel to suck at the inside thigh of one of the 
tight pant-legs, and the girl did. The leather gleamed with her saliva. 

"So, a giant machine of human beings was created for the gratification of 
one woman. We pushed her body down toward the floor, and she began to make 
low, groveling, squalling sounds, like an animal, as the engine of her body 
surged toward orgasm. But she wasn't ready yet. 'Bring me the twig,' she 
told Rachel, and Rachel got up, only to return with a twig from the 
suitcase, which Beatrice took and pushed at her clitoris. The pain was 
intense, but Beatrice continued to abuse herself, meanwhile pushing down on 
the vibrator. 

"I bit at her back, my lower teeth scraping at the back strap of the lace 
brassiere. 'Oh, take it off,' she rumbled, her voice gruff, and I carefully 
unhooked the bra, my soles planted firmly on the rug, my cunt lips wiggling 
frantically at her leather-skinned ass. The crepe of the undergarment came 
off her jugs, and I rubbed the starchy cups against the tits until they 
erected into diamonds. 

"Now her boobs were hanging toward the floor. She swung them as she stooped 
down on the plastic tool. I reached around with my hand and competed with 
the twig's end for possession of her drooling clit. A splinter of the wood 
pierced my skin, and I quickly drew my hand away. But by now Beatrice was 
coming, pushing her weight frantically against the stool of the vibrator. I 
clutched at one of her breasts, my sister at the other, digging her teeth 
into the tit itself. Rachel had injected her finger underneath the crotch of 
the black leather pants and was sticking her index finger inside the woman's 
rectal hole, while her employer came off wildly, the inner grease of her 
cunt squirting on the plastic. 

"The next thing she had us do was take turns spanking Rachel. First my 
sister did it, then me. She had me seated on a couch, my naked legs spread 
apart. Rachel, also naked, was lying lengthwise to the couch. I was facing 
her bottom, and her pelvis was rubbing down against my thighs. Her hips, 
large and soft, seemed to flow out curvily from her small waist. I reached 
between my lap and her crotch, and my fingers played for a moment with her 
woman's weeds. But then Beatrice was at me, egging me on to start hitting 
the palm of my hand against Rachel's beautiful behind. 

"The first blow was tentative. The ass flesh shook underneath my slap. 
Beatrice yelled, 'Harder!' and I complied. The cheeks jiggled apart, and I 
stared down at the shady crack between her twin hillocks. For a moment, when 
my hand rested, I stuck my fingers down into the rims. But, in the next 
beat, my hand was up, and I hit her ass right down the center. But now it 
was not just Beatrice, but Rachel herself, who was egging me on. 'Harder,' 
she sighed, pleading. I brought my hand down in what I thought would be a 
killing stroke, but the slap merely made the inside of my palm sting. Now, 
as I went down, I tried to stick my nails into the flesh, making the assault 
doubly painful. This pleased Rachel, who squirmed against my lap, aiming the 
lips of her cunt at my inner thigh. The twat petals were slick with juice, 
frothy with cunt water. With my right knee, I forced her legs further apart 
and then inserted my finger, for just a fraction of a second. Her body, 
however, was heaving compulsively, she raised her pelvis, and my finger 
slipped out of it. She was slapping her body down hard against my legs. I 
squeezed my legs together, trying to give the clit some pressure, for I 
realized that I, too, was moist and ripe for climax. 

"My hand, however, did not obey the chore I was set to accomplish. Instead, 
as it lunged down, it squeezed the buttock. She was writhing, half 
screaming, 'Make me come!' and 'Harder, harder!' I jammed four fingers up 
the crack of her ass. My legs sprang open, and my pubic tuft collided with 
hers. She was coming, her whole body throbbing against mine, but I punched 
my hand underneath her to get at my own clit pimple, to buzz myself off to 
orgasm. 

"Next on the agenda, Beatrice had me spread my legs apart and then kneel, 
keeping them far enough so that my vagina was fully exposed. 

Then Penny stood in front of me, hands on hips, with her legs similarly 
parted. I was to suck my sister off, while Beatrice spanked me, and Rachel 
spanked Penny. I didn't go for the idea at first, but then Beatrice promised 
that she and Rachel would go easy on both of us. 

"I opened my mouth and my tongue snaked out. It stopped against the surface 
of my sister's clitoris. It was bathed in vaginal oils. I rubbed it with my 
lips. My sister's open palms crawled down her sides and she dug her fingers 
into the eruption of her hip bones. I took her hands and drew them to my 
shoulders. She started kneading my loose flesh. I ran the edges of my front 
teeth against the outer folds of her cavity. I puckered my lips and then 
blew cool air against her quim. She bucked her hips backward in reaction, 
twisting her spine. 

"That was when the spanking began. I felt Beatrice's slap after the sound of 
it reverberated through the air. She came down hard on me from the first. 
'You promised,' I told her, turning around-for I was not compelled to keep 
on with this, after all-but just at that moment my sister shoved her groin 
anxiously into the side of my face, rubbing her moist beaver against my jaw. 
I took pity on her need and began to curl my tongue around the button of her 
clitoris. I pushed my thumbs against the sides of her hips, but now Rachel 
was hitting her. 

"Beatrice began to slug my naked rear with her hand. I felt the hand come 
down against my tailbone. My ass ached as she came down again with another 
bruising blow. But just as I was about to rise up out of her grip, she 
matched the pain she was giving me with the ploy of a finger stuck up my 
quim from behind. The finger sizzled up my alley with each corresponding 
slap administered on my behind. But as the spanking became more rigorous, my 
cunt welcomed the finger more, dilating around the digit and lubricating 
freely. 

"She then withdrew her finger from my well and smeared some of the vaginal 
lubricant on the stinging flesh of my buttocks. Now the finger streaked 
across both buttocks, almost dipping inside the valley between. 

"My mouth slithered over the outer terrain of my sister's genitalia. I 
rubbed my lips back and forth over the clit. I jabbed two fingers up the 
slot, and she almost fell down. What kept her up was a ringing slap from 
Rachel, who was on her knees behind my sister, in a scrubwoman position. Her 
face was contorted in vicious anger, and she was pale white. She had seized 
her upper lip between her teeth, and she was biting down hard upon it as she 
hit my sister again and again with her hand. 

"I started to come, shoving my ass higher against Beatrice's hand at the 
same time that I swiveled down deeper on her extended finger. My strokes on 
that thin pedal were swift and wrenching, and I felt weak in my legs. I 
leaned against my sister's stomach and began jabbing the clitoral area with 
my tongue. Rachel continued to slap her silly, but at the same time that I 
was jerking my twat down on Beatrice's hand my sister started to come, 
digging her nails into my shoulders for support." 

CONCLUSION It is the purpose of this section of the current volume to 
reassess what progress toward understanding we have made in the work itself, 
and, in addition, to sketch out some of the conclusions we are now able to 
make. There is a certain difficulty in the latter chore, because research on 
female oralism and homosexuality of an incestuous nature is in its infancy. 
The science of perverted sexuality has first had to overcome the hesitations 
of. a world that would rather hide its sexual failures than reveal them 
-even if the cost is the possible mutation of failure into success. 

Can we, to begin, establish any "standard" characteristics that bring women 
to incestuous homosexuality? Let me suggest the following as being, to some 
extent, "marks" of this type of woman: (1) Arrested sexual development. It 
is, I would argue, the most profound of Freud's in-sights into the libidinal 
structure, that the incestuous drives that appear after childhood are 
primarily regressive; that is, the content of such drives is less important 
than the fact that they attempt to return the individual to an earlier- and 
only supposedly "happier"-time of his or her life. 

Introversion. I find, in all five case histories, one remarkable similarity 
in the women narrators: though not reluctant to tell their stories in the 
most graphic (and even clinical) detail, they are loath to dig into 
themselves beyond the most superficial level of experience. They are without 
exception women not prone to self-analysis. Matching this inability to probe 
deep into their own psyches, I suggest, is a corresponding unwillingness to 
share deeply- sexually or otherwise-with any sexual partner. Sexuality, for 
instance, is seen merely as a charade or dance, in which physical gestures 
without import are played out until their final conclusion in a body-racking 
orgasm. Indeed, this lust after orgasm indicates a goal-centered sexual 
drive. Most importantly, these are women without friends. Though sisters, 
they are still unable to participate in any kind of affection without sexual 
physical contact. Sisters can be friends, but the incestuous sister is not 
likely to possess, after the sexual act has been concluded, unmixed 
affection for her sibling. 

Sadomasochistic Components. It seems quite clear to the present writer that 
the whole process of female homosexuality involves degrees of sadomasochism, 
with usually the aggressive sister deriving the pleasure from the sadistic 
role, and her sister finding pleasure in the passive, or "masochistic" role. 

Why is this? Some commentators, Stekel among them, have discussed the place 
of the desires to harm and be harmed within the homosexual relationship. 
Taking my cue from him, I would say that the female homosexual takes her 
primary gratification from the fact of the reversal of roles (in the cases 
of "active" homosexuality) or in the accentuation of roles (in the cases of 
"passive" homosexuality). What better stage for such "role-playing," then, 
than in the family itself. The children (in this case female children) play 
house, testing their own behavior against that of their parents. Female 
homosexuality between sisters would then be, I think, a kind of extreme 
reality-testing involving the self-perceptions of one's own sexuality. 

(4) Rejection of the Masculine Parent. It is sadly typical, I would say, 
that in the execution of these games of sexual testing, the women whose 
stories are here presented turn not to men, but to women, to imitate the 
parental sex-play. 

More and more the female becomes the dominant figure in our society-see 
Ashley Montagu's Natural Superiority of Women-and the feminine, or maternal, 
role becomes the model for sexual behavior. I would not be the first to say 
that the danger of widespread homosexuality begins when there is an 
imbalance of power in the two sexes. (See, for instance, Konrad Lor-enz's On 
Aggression.) There is the problem of the "passive-active" dichotomy in 
lesbian role-playing or, if you will, the "masculine-feminine" dialectic. 
But it is even less clear in the case of the female than in the case of the 
male homosexual that one role is exclusive to one of the partners. Rather, 
both partners are most often simultaneously "male" and "female"; such 
determinations, made by "outsiders," seldom penetrate below the most 
superficial levels. As Magee writes in his One in Twenty: 

- Yet another myth about lesbian lovemaking that needs exploding is that 
there is always a "masculine" partner and a "feminine" one. This is true 
sometimes, but not generally. The distinction between the masculine 
("butch") and the feminine ("fern") types of lesbian ... is one which 
applies chiefly to behavior outside the bed -to clothes, vocabulary, hair 
style, cosmetics, voice, stance, handshake, interests, occupation and the 
rest. Once in bed the majority of lesbians can assume, and at different 
times do assume, both an active and a passive role. Whether they take the 
initiative or not on a particular occasion depends on mood and circumstance. 
In many an act of lovemaking the distinction cannot be made anyway: it is an 
equal coming together. 

- To return to the matter of causality, we are confronted by the two 
phenomena of sexual inversion tangling-and this is what makes the 
understanding of the problem doubly difficult. Let us trace, with Dr. May E. 
Romm, in her article "Sexuality and Homosexuality in Women," (Judd Marmor's 
Sexual Inversion), something of the characteristic etiology of lesbian 
sexuality: 

- It is generally assumed that the male homosexual fears intercourse with a 
woman because of the incest taboo and that he therefore chooses a love 
object with external genitals like his own who cannot confront him with the 
body of a female, which would arouse his castration-anxiety. How then can we 
explain female homosexuality? What are the similarities and the differences 
between the causations of male and female homosexuality? Does the adult 
woman react to the sight of a nude male with a feeling of horror, envy, 
rage, inferiority, indifference and lack of sexual desire toward him? 

Freud ... theorized that the ... girl who discovered at the ... age of three 
the genital difference between the sexes reacted to her lack of a penis with 
a lasting feeling of inferiority. He believed that this discovery was so 
traumatic to the female child that it not only laid the foundation for her 
later neurosis but also had a decisive effect on her character, creating in 
her a superego that could not adequately compare with that of the man. He 
based this theory on his idea that the little girl, feeling herself already 
castrated, lacked sufficient reason to repress her Oedipal complex and 
therefore allowed herself more overt ego-alient feelings and wishes than 
would a boy who had more to protect and who would therefore repress his 
incestuous drive much more actively and more completely. There is little 
doubt that young female children on first becoming aware that males have 
organs that they themselves do not possess are puzzled, confused, and 
desirous of what they do not have ... The emotional climates that surround 
them when they discover this genital difference play an important role in 
whether or not they develop pathological fixations.... 

- Another way of approaching the problem of the roots of homosexuality is 
illustrated by Hoffman in his study The Gay World. 

Further, Dr. Romm takes us back to the discussion, still controversial, that 
homosexuality in both males and females may have an endocrinal basis. She 
cites the results of a 1934 study (Henry and Galbraith): 

- ... [the purpose of the study was to] examine constitutional factors in 
homosexuals in conjunction with their psychosexual histories. Among the 105 
female homosexuals evaluated, they found the following characteristics : 
fine adipose tissue, deficient fat on shoulders and abdomen, excess bodily 
and facial hair with a tendency to masculine distribution, a small uterus, 
over-and under-development of the breasts, and a low-pitched voice.... 

- Part of this confusion in the blurring of sexual characteristics can be 
traced to the Freudian thesis that the clitoris is a "vestigal" organ, and 
that an erotic life based around it must be eliminated if the female is to 
develop into mature heterosexuality. In the service of this theory, Freud 
posited the myth of the two orgasms: the (merely) clitoral and the (more 
intense) vaginal orgasm. It is both humorous and pathetic that this 
theoretical posit made by a man should be accepted, in the face of their own 
experience, by millions of women, until proven -through clinical 
research-invalid by Masters and Johnson in 1968. The fact is that the 
clitoris is endowed with as many, if not more, nerve endings as the glans 
penis. (Marmor, 1954.) 

What is the place of the female homosexual's parents in determining her 
(later) sexuality? This is a particularly crucial problem in relation to the 
subject matter of this volume, for the lesbian sisters share the same 
parents, and their sexual behavior can be seen as a method of "working out" 
some of the conflicts the parents have not resolved. Indeed, in the sexual 
relationships of the women whose stories appear in this volume, there can be 
said to be at work a dialectic in which one girl plays out one-half of the 
behavioral equation, while the other acts out its opposite pattern. Romm 
writes: 

- When the female is rejected in her formative years by her parents; when 
she feels unloved, depreciated, and demeaned: when a male sibling is 
preferred to her; when she feels that her sex is a disappointment to her 
parents; or when she becomes convinced, justifiably or not, that males in 
our society are the favored sex, she may react with feelings of inferiority 
and hostility toward men. She may then take refuge in psycho-sexual 
identification with the male and may assume a masculine role in a homosexual 
relationship; or, in a reaction formation, she may become the helpless 
passive ultrafeminine partner in a homosexual relationship in which a 
"masculine" and strong mother-father representative loves only her and does 
for her and to her what she sought from one or both parents early in life. 
Frequently the partners in a homosexual relationship exchange roles in 
mother-child and child-mother relations.... 

- This construct is particularly useful in discussion of sibling 
homosexuality. What more direct way to "redress" grievances against parents 
than by creating a more satisfactory (if homosexual) relationship in the 
home. This is complicated, of course, by matters of sibling rivalry, which 
can then be even more directly dealt with in the homosexual situation. 

This question of sibling rivalry leads us into one final discussion, that of 
the role that masochism plays in female sexuality, and sadism in male 
sexuality (or in the sexuality of masculine roles). In relations between 
"normal" sisters, there is a considerable quotient of sadomasochistic 
feelings, brought to the fore by resentment over such matters as parental 
favoritism, jealousy, age, and so on. It was Freud who first stressed that 
masochism is basic in feminine psychic life. He claimed that instinctual 
repressions forced upon them by their physical constitutions and by societal 
orders favors the development of strong masochistic drives-a reinforcement, 
or internalization, of the socially favored role-construct. In turn, he 
theorized, when men indicate masochism, they are favoring the feminine side 
of their nature. Some experts suggest that one way out, for the woman who 
fears her own masochistic impulses, is to take refuge in homosexuality, 
seeking primarily clitoral pleasure. As Romm, again, puts it, " ... she thus 
escapes the 'dangerous man,' realizes her own masculinity in equating her 
clitoris to a penis, and neutralizes her genital masochism." 

But these and other matters must, for final conclusions, await the work of 
other toilers in the vineyards of sexual research, particularly, when 
applicable, research of a clinical nature. The continuing investigations of 
Masters and Johnson seem to be giant steps in the right direction. 


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