BH-7470  The Fanny Trap
by Hal Edwards


TABLE OF CONTENTS Introduction
CHAPTER ONE: Anal Sex in High Society
CHAPTER TWO: Anal Sex and the Athlete
CHAPTER THREE: "Anal Sex Is More Fun"
CHAPTER FOUR: "Anal Sex Is Safer"
CHAPTER FIVE: Anal Sex and the Good Old Days
Conclusion
Bibliography


INTRODUCTION 

" 'Roll over,' my boyfriend said to me. 

" 'Roll over?' I echoed, foolishly. 

" 'I want to eat your ass,' he said with a restrained excitement in his 
voice and face. 'Then, I'll throw a fuck into your asshole.' 

"We were both in the nude on the secluded bank of a river where we had gone 
to picnic and fuck. But the sort of screwing I was hot for didn't involve my 
asshole. I was about fifteen years old at the time. My boyfriend was twenty. 
I wasn't a virgin, but I was still quite naive about sex. My boyfriend was 
the prize stud of the neighborhood with a reputation for being the most 
skilled lover in town. That's why I had played up to him. I was sick of 
inept schoolboys who either blew their nuts too soon, or didn't know how to 
flack at all. 

"My boyfriend knew about this secluded spot along the river, and I agreed to 
the picnic idea. It excited me to think he was going to fuck me at the same 
place where he'd fucked all those other women. And a lot of them were 
married, too. The minute we arrived, we spread out the picnic blanket and 
stripped. The sight of my lover in the nude almost made me blow my cunt. He 
was hung like a stallion. And since he was one of those weight-lifting 
athletes, his body bulged with muscles. I had never before seen a naked male 
with such a hard, smooth, sexually exciting body. The sand-colored hairs 
around his cock bunched out like wool, and I felt a trickle of saliva slide 
out of my lips. 

"Fortunately, he was equally affected by the sight of my naked body. At 
fifteen, I wasn't full-grown but my genitals were as maturely developed as 
those of a mature woman. My tits were firm to the point of hardness, and my 
blood-filled nipples were as stiff as the boy's prick. My navel was 
peculiarly developed, with a sliver of skin hanging out of the indentation. 
Jet-black cunt hairs fanned up my creamy white belly and almost concealed 
the valley of love which was itching for the feel of hot, hard cock. 
Moisture oozed out of my vagina and the beads clung to my cunt hairs and 
made them glisten in the sun. Since I played basketball in high school, my 
legs were shapely, firm, and well proportioned. 

"The boy's eyes became glued to my cunt as mine were hypnotized by his 
monstrous cock that jutted out so invitingly from between his legs. I was 
about to drop to my knees and suck the entire pole of hot flesh into my 
mouth. But the boy's reflexes were quicker than mine. He fell onto his 
knees, encircled my waist with his arm, and pressed my body against his 
face. Or, I should say, squashed my cunt against his mouth. At the feel of 
that moist and urgent tongue inside my cunt, I became unglued. I squatted a 
bit, grabbed hold of his head and yanked it hard against my belly. 

"By arching my pelvis and gyrating, I was able to maneuver his tongue to 
make contact within my cunt where it cried out the loudest for attention. I 
was ablaze to feel the pressure of his fleshy tongue against my clitoris and 
vagina. A tongue, or cock, able to hit those nerve-laden love points could 
blow my mind as well as my cunt. In brief, I could experience quite a 
climax. Until now, I had only heard of such orgasms from the older girls I 
knew. I was hoping that my experienced boyfriend would make me hit the 'Big 
One.' 

"Everything was going great. By rotating my hips and thrusting my cunt back 
and forth, I was able to force his tongue to slide against my clitoris and 
into my vagina. I was charging down the home stretch toward the ecstatic 
explosion. Gripped with lust and blinded by my passions, I lost all sense of 
time and was conscious only of the powerful and savage thrusts of my hips 
against the boy's face. Unintelligible sounds tore out of my throat as I 
strained to ignite the explosion within my cunt. 

"Then, abruptly, without a warning, the boy pulled his face away from my 
cunt. I plummeted to earth from the roof of the world. I hit ground with a 
thud. Frustrations clawed at my mind and body. A drug addict undergoing cold 
turkey couldn't have felt more agonized. Then, a blind, uninhibited rage 
shook my body. 'Why in hell didn't you blow me?' I screamed. 'I was going to 
let loose! And you spoiled it by taking your tongue out of my cunt.' 

"The boy looked up at me, his face glistening with the watery secretions 
from my cunt. He licked his lips. 'Relax honey,' he replied calmly. 'I was 
just preparing the stage for a super blow.' 

"I stared back at him, bewildered. But instead of trying to explain, he took 
hold of my hands and pulled me down to the ground beside him. That's when he 
said, 'Roll over.' And when I expressed amazement, he smirked and said, 
'Your asshole is just as sensitive as your cunt. Relax, and let me do the 
work.' 

"Flushed with curiosity I rolled over and let him go down on my curving ass 
cheeks. Then I felt his tongue probing my rectum. My skepticism and anger 
were swept away with the first hot flush of his tongue inside my asshole. He 
breathed life into nerves I didn't even know existed. His tongue quickly 
penetrated the rectal tube. The feel of his velvety tongue stuffed deep 
within my asshole was almost enough to make me come. My darling lover strove 
to rack my body with the Big One. As he plunged his tongue in and out of my 
rectal cavity, he slid his fingers against my clitoris and into my vagina. 
The finger massage of the nerves in my cunt as well as the hot tongue in my 
rectum tossed me to the heights of ecstasy in a matter of seconds. Soon, my 
entire body spasmed as sex juices poured out of my cunt. My lover lapped and 
sucked my asshole dry. Then he mounted me from the rear and easily slid his 
entire cock deep into my asshole. The pain was excruciating. But the 
feelings of ecstasy were just as intense. And when he commenced to ride me 
like a stallion, I exploded the Big One. 

"Years passed. I married a man within my own social circle. But a day never 
went by when I didn't think of that asshole fuck and the kind of cunt 
explosion that was to elude me for many years." 

Despite the fact that the sixties were described as the decade of the 
'sexual sophisticate,' a great deal of mystery and old wives' tales still 
distort the popular conception of anal coitus. What precisely is anal 
coitus? In The ABZ of Love, by Inge and Sten Hegeler, we're told: 

The opening at the end of the alimentary canal is called by the Latin word 
anus. That which concerns, or has to do with the anus is called anal. Sexual 
intercourse of the form in which the penis of the male is introduced into 
the anus of his partner is therefore called anal coitus. It is practiced 
amongst homosexual men, though not so often as generally believed. 

This book is not concerned with anal coitus as practiced by homosexuals. 
documents five cases in which anal coitus became a dominant act in 
heterosexual relationships. How- ever, in each case, the erotic stimulation 
of the rectal cavity with either the penis or tongue was performed to induce 
a more intense ejaculation. Anal coitus, then, is another form of love play 
conducted in most cases to trigger a more explosive orgasm. Is such an act 
perverse? 

According to the Hegelers, the act is considered by some as perverse. But 
they go on to say that "if both partners enjoy it, then it is nobody else's 
business." They state further: 

We know now, moreover, that the area round the anus is not only generously 
provided with nerves, but that it is furthermore connected with the sexual 
organs by means of muscle fibres, and that this area can therefore be of 
great sexual importance to some people. Anal eroticism is thus a term 
applied to the various sexual thoughts and actions connected with the anus. 

In each of the five cases described in The Fanny Trap, at least one of the 
partners learned through past experimentation and experience that the anus, 
when used in sexual play, can embellish richly the overall sexual act. How 
is the anus used to induce erotic sensations? Most people realize that there 
are many nerve endings in that particular area of the human anatomy, but how 
does one reach them to properly stimulate and awaken them? 

In Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex, Dr. David Reuben has this 
to say about the anus: 

Of all the structures of the body that is the one which most resembles the 
vagina. Of course, there are certain differences. The anus was designed as 
the terminal end of the gastro-intestinal tract-it is not really prepared to 
receive the erect penis. This in itself provides certain formidable 
mechanical obstacles which must be overcome... In contrast to the vagina 
which is tremendously elastic (as it must be to accommodate the infant's 
head at birth), the anus hardly stretches at ail. However, determined 
assault by the... penis, general amounts of lubrication, and intense pain on 
the part of the "recipient" ultimately result in "success." 

In The Sensuous Woman, by an author identified only as "J", anal lovemaking 
is candidly described. She enthusiastically endorses it for certain 
relationships. In her narrative, which is aimed at the woman reader, she 
states. 

First he may wish to investigate you anally with his mouth and tongue and 
expect you to reciprocate. Now don't freeze. If you have washed in this 
area, it is not dirty and... you will notice the beginning of a curious, 
warm and divinely demanding sensation and be secretly hoping he'll go on to 
the next step in analingus, which is the entry of a well-lubricated finger 
into the anus followed by manipulation of the finger in an in-and-out motion 
and maybe a circular motion. Again, this is a reciprocal act. 

The author of The Sensuous Woman then continues to give a detailed 
description of the actual entry of penis into rectum. She states: 

For rectal intercourse-the most comfortable position is for you to lie on 
your stomach with your hips elevated by one or two pillows. Your partner 
will apply surgical jelly or vaseline generously to his penis and your anus 
and then slowly and gently enter you fully... 

After he has entered you completely, the man will slowly begin an in-and-out 
stroke and treat your anus as if it were your vagina. Once you have let your 
sphincter muscle relax, you will find yourself enjoying some quite 
remarkable sensations, and if you encourage your partner to play with your 
clitoris while he is making anal love to you, you are capable of having 
quite an orgasm. 

He may choose to come to climax at this time or withdraw and finish the 
lovemaking vaginally. Either way is very nice. 

There is a very good reason for the anus being used as a source of erotic 
enjoyment. In Human Sexuality, James Leslie McCarey writes: 

The perineum of both man and woman is sensitive to manipulation. This area 
includes the anus and inner portion of the thighs, and extends from the anus 
to the lower region of the sexual organs. About half of all men and women, 
in fact, report that they experience erotic reactions to some sort of anal 
stimulation. 

The intensity of that stimulation depends on the individual. McCarey 
explains: 

... there is considerable variation in the degree of their sensitivity, 
because of personal differences resulting primarily from conditioning and 
secondarily from differences in supplies of nerve endings, the latter 
condition being a matter of individual heredity. 

The act of anilingus is by no means a recent phenomenon. In his Basic 
Writings, Sigmund Freud has this to say about the act as he observed it in 
his own patients: 

It is loathing which stamps as a perversion the use of the anus as a sexual 
aim. But it should not be interpreted as espousing a cause when I observe 
that the basis of this loathing -namely, that this part of the body serves 
for the excretion and comes into contact with the loathsome excrement-is no 
more plausible than the basis which hysterical girls have for the disgust 
which they entertain for the male genital because it serves for urination. 

The sexual role of the mucous membrane of the anus is by no means limited to 
intercourse between men; the preference for it is not at all a 
characteristic of inverted feeling. On the contrary, it seems that 
"pedicatio" in men owes its role to its analogy with the act in the woman, 
whereas among inverts it is mutual masturbation which is the most common 
sexual aim. 

It is now apparent that the greater deterrent to anal lovemaking is a matter 
of conditioning rather than heredity. The normal individual, man and woman, 
is supplied with enough nerve endings in that particular region to enjoy 
anilingus. But many are nauseated by even the thought of tonguing the anus 
of the love partner. Such conditioning prevents the individual from 
indulging in such erotic play. However, psychologists have discovered 
through analysis of their patients that if anilingus is performed by a 
puberty-aged boy or girl, the preference for anal love will remain with the 
individual throughout his or her lifetime. This is corroborated by Sigmund 
Freud. In his Basic Writings, he stated: 

Like the lip zone, the anal zone is, through its position, adapted to 
produce an analysis of sexuality to other functions of the body. It should 
be assumed that the erogenous significance of this region of the body was 
originally very strong. Through psychoanalysis, one finds, not without 
surprise, the many transformations that normally take place in the sexual 
excitations emanating from here, and that this zone often retains for life a 
considerable fragment of genital irritability... 

Freud explained the manner in which children used this zone for erotic 
excitations. He stated: 

Children utilizing the erogenous sensitivities of the anal zone can be 
recognized by their holding back of fecal masses until through accumulation 
there result violent muscular contractions; the passage of these masses 
through the anus is apt to produce a marked irritation of the mucous 
membrane. Besides the pain, this must also produce a sensation of pleasure. 
One of the surest premonitions of later eccentricity or nervousness is when 
an infant obstinately refuses to empty his bowel when placed on the chamber 
by the nurse, and controls the functions at his own pleasure. It naturally 
does not concern him that he will soil his bed; all he cares for is not to 
lose the subsidiary pleasure in defecating. Educators have again shown the 
right inkling when they designate children who withhold these functions as 
naughty. 

The content of the bowel, which acts as a stimulus to the sexually sensitive 
surface of mucous membrane, behaves like the precursor of another organ 
which does not become active until after the phase of childhood. In 
addition, it has another important meaning to the nursling. It is evidently 
treated as an additional part of the body; it represents the first 
"donation," the disposal of which expresses the pliability while the 
retention of it can express the spite of the little being towards his 
environment. From the idea of "donation," he later derives the meaning of 
the "babe," which according to one of the infantile sexual theories, is 
supposed to be acquired through eating and born through the bowel. 

Older children who indulge in some form of anal masturbation frequently 
mature to become enthusiastic practitioners of anilingus. 

The Fanny Trap examines five case histories involving anal sex. Each act is 
explicitly described and the motivations explained with reference to 
accepted psychological concepts. While backgrounds vary widely, a 
recognizable pattern emerges. One partner joyfully and freely practices anal 
sex, the other is initially abhorred by such an act. In each case, the views 
of the more dominant partner prevail. 

Also, in each case, when prejudices are finally eliminated, the subject 
admits that the act of anilingus in conjunction with other heterosexual 
practices has added an enrichment and previously unknown pleasure. 

 Chapter One: Anal Sex In High Society 

"My husband's cock exploded prematurely in my cunt again, and he went 
dead-weight on my naked body. I pushed him off and glared at him angrily. He 
paid no attention to me. He had cracked his nuts, and to him that's all that 
mattered. He sat up and reached for a towel to wipe off his cock and nuts. 
"That was just great,' he murmured. "Think I'll go play a game of golf with 
the boys.' 

" 'That wasn't just great,' I replied with restrained anger. 'And you're not 
going to leave me now to play golf.' 

" 'But you've had your fuck,' he said, looking genuinely bewildered. 

"I sat up and grabbed hold of the other end of the towel. As I wiped his 
cock cream from my pussy, I replied, 'I haven't had my fuck. As a matter of 
fact I haven't been fucked since you married me.' 

"My husband collapsed in a chair beside the bed. 'I've been fucking you 
every day for a year.' 

" 'And not once did you ever make me come!' 

"My husband waved his arms agitatedly. 'But that's not my fault,' he 
insisted. 'You're a bit on the frigid side. After all, you led a sheltered 
life until I married you. You can't expect to get used to sex overnight.' 

" 'Bullshit!' I exploded. I don't, as a rule, use profanity. But I had 
reached the end of my patience with this inept clod my parents had insisted 
I marry. It was vital, they said that I married a man in my own social 
circle. This restricted the number of candidates because my father was 
enormously wealthy. And there just weren't many men of that income class who 
were available and eligible. Stan, my husband, was about the only one my 
parents approved of. He had plenty of money and had social standing. But he 
was an inept lover and excited my pussy about as much as a boiled lobster. 
In a year's tune, I had been unable to blow once. Usually, after Stan fucked 
me and left to go visit his pals, I remained in bed and jacked off. 

"My masturbatory fantasies always involved anal sex. I guess my asshole must 
be plugged with nerve endings because I can't even finger the rectal area 
without making my cunt twitch for cock attention. Of course, I was 
conditioned to a good anal fuck when I was just a fifteen-year-old kid. I 
can never forget the feel of that fleshy, sensuous tongue as it swept 
between the cleavage of my ass cheeks. And then, as the tongue actually went 
into my asshole, my wonderful lover man dug his fingers into my cunt. He had 
enough expertise to stimulate the clitoris and the entire vaginal area at 
the same time. When I climaxed, I thought my entire body had ripped apart. 
Afterwards, I called that kind of orgasm the Big One. That was to 
distinguish it from the tiny and rather insignificant blows I received from 
other, less experienced boyfriends. But my husband has been unable to make 
me blow out even a tiny bit of cunt juice. 

"Another good feature about anal sex that appeals to me is the fact a woman 
can receive the simultaneous attention of several lovers. As one man 
concentrates on my asshole, another can devote himself to my cunt. That's 
the type of fantasy that usually makes me blow fairly well. The other day, I 
fantasized that type of a fuck. I was lying on my side with one man's face 
buried between the cheeks of my ass, another man facing me with his. tongue 
up my cunt, and still another man standing over me to permit the entry of 
his stiff prick inside my mouth. And, of course, in my fantasy, all three of 
my dream men were ideal lovers who knew exactly how to please a woman. 

"I'll admit that it takes a special kind of virile man to lust after a 
woman's asshole. A lot of men can't get over the notion of what a woman's 
asshole is normally used for. They're conditioned to think of ass in 
distasteful terms. But when I wash and perfume my ass, and that includes the 
asshole, that area is just as clean as any other part of the human body. And 
it just happens that I'm unusually sensitive in the entire rectal area. I 
can come at the mere thought of a tongue lapping the valley between my ass 
cheeks. And the thought of a hot, turgid cock pumping in and out of my 
asshole makes my cunt twitch uncontrollably. 

"During the year of my marriage, I didn't directly tell my husband about my 
preference for anal sex. He's a very straight sort of person, an 
'establishment' type who does everything that is in accord with accepted 
social practices. Once, I hinted at anal sex, stating that a girl friend 
took her sex from the rear end. Stan turned up his nose with such a 
distasteful grimace that I never again mentioned the word anal to him. But I 
had suffered enough. I had to have an anal fuck. And he was simply going to 
have to overcome his prejudices. My anger wiped away all restraints. 'I've 
got to get an anal fuck,' I told Stan. 'I don't care if you use your tongue 
or prick. But that's where I have to feel the action. I can't help it,' I 
said half apologetically. 'I'm just built that way.' 

"For a moment, Stan didn't seem to understand. Finally, it hit him, 'You 
can't be serious,' he protested. 'It's out of the question!' 

" 'I am serious!' I yelled back at him. 'And if our marriage is going to 
survive, it better be in the question.' 

"Stan sat wearily down beside the bed. He looked bewildered. 'It's all so 
perverse,' he sighed. 

" 'That's all in your head,' I told him. 'Who is to say what is perverse, 
and what is not? I happen to crave an asshole fuck. I'm positive it's the 
only way I can experience an orgasm.' I asked, 'Do I get fucked in my ass or 
not?' 

"He gave a nervous flutter of his hands. 'I wouldn't know how to go about 
it.' 

" 'I'll show you,' I said. 

"He looked at me sharply. 

"Quickly, I explained, 'I was fucked in my asshole when I was just a kid. 
I've never gotten over the thrill. My boyfriend was an expert. He was an 
expert at asshole love.' My voice grew soft and loving. 'Please try it, 
Stan. If you make me hit the Big One, I'll be yours for life.' 

"Stan fingered his shriveled, cream-spent cock. 'But I've just shot my load. 
You know I can't get another hard on for hours.' He started to weasel his 
way out. But I refused to be put off. Suddenly a brainstorm hit me. 

" 'I'll tongue your ass,' I offered. 'You may be sensitive down there and 
not know it. If you are, you'll get another hard on without too much tongue 
effort on my part. What have you got to lose?' I asked in a way that meant 
I'd tolerate no negative replies. 

" 'It's hopeless as far as getting another bone on,' he muttered. 'But all 
right. If you want to suck my ass, go ahead.' 

"Immediately, I grew excited. My heart started to beat faster and 
erratically. I grabbed a washcloth and carefully wiped out Stan's ass. And 
even as I performed this delightful task, I felt my blood pound harder 
against my temple. For Stan's sake as well as mine, I also perfumed his 
asshole and dabbed it with bath powders. I surveyed the results of my 
efforts. 'You're just as clean down there,' I said, 'as any other part of 
your body.' 

" 'What are you going to do now?' he asked timidly. 

" 'Prepare myself," I explained. 'When you get a bone on, I want to be 
ready.' Of course, I was being optimistic. But I felt strongly that 
everything would turn out to Stan's satisfaction and to mine as well. Stan 
was badly prejudiced against the asshole fuck. But I was determined to 
overcome his resistance and firmly guide him down the path of anal sex. 

"I rolled my finger in a jar of jellied lubricant and inserted this finger 
inside my asshole. 'Ahhh,' I murmured with relief, that feels so good.' My 
fingertip had brushed against nerve endings that triggered waves of lust. My 
outer cunt lips twitched and a burning sensation lit up my entire vagina. 
After I rubbed my finger in wide, circular movements within the rectal 
cavity, the walls became more pliable, pliable enough to permit entry of a 
swollen cock. In a wall mirror, I noticed that my face was flushed with the 
expectancy of an asshole fuck. I tightened the cheeks of my ass around the 
finger, and arched back and forth as though I was finger-fucking myself. But 
I was using my asshole for a vagina. I couldn't actually blow this way 
unless I had some help from the front; a tongue, for instance, stuck deep 
inside my crack. But Stan had always expressed distaste for cunnilingus and 
I didn't want to shatter too many of his prejudices too quickly. 

" ' By the time I removed my finger from my ass-l was hot for a fuck. But 
Stan's cock was still soft. 'Come on,' I panted, 'I need a fuck in the worst 
way.' I motioned toward the bed, and Stan followed me. He still had a 
stricken look on his face as though he was a lamb being led off to the 
slaughterhouse. But that was of no importance. Once he tasted my ass, I'm 
certain he'd change his mind about the merits of anilingus. The perfume I 
had sprayed into my ass was Stan's favorite. 

"I stretched out on my stomach and spread my legs. I also pulled apart the 
cheeks of my ass. Stan inched his way down the bed until his face hovered 
over my nicely curved ass cheeks. I literally ached to feel his tongue 
plunge deep into my asshole. Stan was staring down at my cheeks and into the 
valley between. He was, of course, gathering up his courage to place his 
tongue in a region he'd always believed was distasteful. There was a look on 
his face that even suggested horror. My cunt lips were pulsating violently 
now, and vaginal secretions were beginning to trickle down and out from 
between the lips. The liquid from my cunt seemed to burn through my hairs 
and flesh. 

"Finally, I couldn't stand the suspense any longer. I reached back, grabbed 
hold of Stan's face and yanked it between the cheeks of my ass. He tried to 
squirm backwards but couldn't. If he pulled back too violently, my 
fingernails would rip his face open and he knew it. 'Tongue,' I yelled back, 
'give me tongue.' And to emphasize my command, I dug the nails of my fingers 
into the cheeks of Stan's face. 

"Timidly, he rolled out his tongue, which was all the encouragement I 
required. I maneuvered my ass to make contact between his tongue tip and the 
entrance to my rectal cavity. Then, I arched my back so abruptly, his tongue 
slipped deep inside my asshole. I jammed my one free hand into my cunt and 
kept rearing my ass back and forth with his tongue still deeply imbedded 
inside my asshole. In a very short while, I was shattered by a climax, the 
first in an entire year." 

The marriage of Cynthia D. and her husband Stan was a mismatch from the 
beginning, but the roots of their problems were not entirely sexual. 
However, sex was, without a doubt, the most predominant problem which 
eventually destroyed the union. On the surface, they appeared to be ideally 
suited for each other. Both were raised in the same socioeconomic 
environment of wealth and privilege. Both were dominant personalities and 
accustomed to deference from others. Their marriage had the approval of both 
Cynthia and Stan's parents; their mutual friends also approved, but their 
insight into the marriage didn't penetrate any farther than through the 
surface. Regardless of the many similarities that led the two people to the 
altar, they were dissimilar in temperament and outlook. Stan was 
ultraconservative in behavior, politics, and sexual attitudes. Cynthia was, 
by far, the more sophisticated of the two. At the age of fifteen, she 
already had several lovers. But the male who made the strongest impression 
on her was a twenty-year-old youth who had a strong compulsion toward 
anilingus. He introduced Cynthia to anal love and she found it to be an 
explosive, utterly satisfying sexual experience. She loved the wildly 
abandoned, animal like qualities of the act, and the resulting climax shook 
her body and etched itself in her mind. From that day forward, a climax of 
less intensity couldn't satisfy her. 

But the twenty-year-old boy who had introduced her to anal love married 
another girl and Cynthia never saw him again. She was only fifteen at the 
time; the boy belonged to a lower class both from a social and economic 
standpoint, and her parents forbade her to date boys from a class other than 
their own. They weren't particularly snobbish but felt that such 
relationships could possibly lead to a disastrous marriage. They believed 
they were acting in their daughter's best interests. Regardless of their 
concern', and Cynthia's approved wedding, her marriage was unsuccessful. 

Cynthia possessed a more daring spirit than her husband. And since she was 
an innovator, she wanted to at least experiment with anal sex. Her sex life 
with Stan was most unsatisfying to her. Stan applied the same aloof 
correctness to the marriage bed that he gave to all of his other pursuits. 
He was a snob and in analysis revealed one of his attitudes toward sex. He 
thought it was slightly distasteful regardless of the position assumed. He 
was not, it was discovered, a highly sexed individual. He enjoyed the 
company of a civilized woman, he stated. But sex made him feel dirty, and 
animallike. 

Cynthia was fed up with the correct life of the very rich. She had always 
been extroverted, had many friends from all classes, and found the 
animallike vigor, the sexuality of the more robust working classes, much to 
her liking. The schoolboys with whom she first had sexual relations were 
unsatisfactory lovers. Inept, as she put it, lacking in zest and unabashed 
sexuality. The twenty-year-old youth who introduced her to anal sex 
possessed all of the sexual features that Cynthia had found attractive; he 
had a vigorous enthusiasm for sex, particularly anal sex. He threw off all 
restraints and inhibitions when he performed sexual intercourse, and he 
became excited to act like an animal. "We're all animals," Cynthia told her 
analyst, "although society forces us to conceal that natural fact. Sex is 
the one outlet that permits us to be our true animal selves." 

Her husband, Stan, disagreed. He was not an animal, he declared 
emphatically, and he had no intention of behaving like one. He was a 
civilized human being, he told the analyst, and that classification didn't 
change simply because he performed sex. He stated bluntly to the 
psychoanalyst who treated both him and Cynthia, "There's such a thing as 
right and wrong. Anal sex is wrong!" 

Cynthia's attitude toward anal sex was influenced not only by her 
conditioning as a teenager but by the physical makeup of her body. Her anal 
cavity was an unusually and extremely sensitive erogenous zone. In his Basic 
Writings, Freud had this to say about the significance of such an erogenous 
zone: 

In the perversions which claim sexual significance for the oral cavity and 
the anal opening, the part played by the erogenous zones is quite obvious. 
The latter behave in every way like a part of the sexual apparatus. In 
hysteria these parts of the body, as well as the tracts of mucous membrane 
proceeding from them, become the seat of new sensations and innervating 
changes in a manner similar to the real genitals when under the excitement 
of normal sexual processes. 

Freud's statement is relevant and penetrating with reference to Cynthia and 
Stan's behavior. Cynthia had developed a sensitized mucous membrane area in 
the anal cavity. This area, for her, was part of the sexual apparatus. On 
the other hand, Stan was without such a zone. He could not be induced to 
perform anal sex. The breakup of Stan and Cynthia's marriage was a foregone 
conclusion from the day they started living together. 

"I celebrated my divorce by treating myself to a vacation in the Bahamas. 
One of the other women on the tour who was my age of thirty shared a room 
with me. We both had the same idea. We wanted to get fucked. Jane, my 
roommate, was also recently divorced and so hungry for a fuck she was ready 
to take it anywhere she could get it. When I confided that I had a taste for 
anal sex, her eyes lit up. 'I've never tried it,' she said. 'But I'd like 
to. Sounds exciting.' She had the kind of curving, firm ass that an 
anilingus type of man would be instinctively drawn toward. 

"Jane kept prodding me with all sorts of questions about, anal sex. Finally, 
I took a dildoe out of my luggage and turned to her. 'I keep this to satisfy 
myself,' I explained. 'But if you want, I'll show you how an asshole fuck is 
consummated. Mind you,' I warned, 'I'm not a lezzie. I don't have any 
inclinations toward screwing another woman. But in the dark, when you turn 
around and spread the cheeks of your ass, I can pretend you're a man. I just 
may be able to blow my cunt that way.' 

"Jane agreed immediately. 'While you fuck my asshole, I can jack off,' she 
said. 'And I can pretend you're a man.' She also did not have any inverted 
notions to screw another woman. However, we did admire each other's bodies 
and agreed that some lucky man was in for the fuck of his life. Jane was 
reared on a farm in the Midwest. And although she had married and lived in 
the city for many years, there was still the farm girl look about her; she 
appeared wholesome and built like the traditional brick shithouse. She was 
about five feet and eight inches tall with a perfectly proportioned figure. 
There was a lot of flesh, but it was all firm, and all the curves were in 
the right places. And she had the kind of curvaceous and edible-looking ass 
flesh that any man would feel proud to eat. Jane was the first blonde I'd 
ever seen with a lot of hair around the cunt. Usually, I believe, on 
fair-haired women, there's only a few wisps of cunt hair around the slit. 
But Jane's cunt hair curled up her smoothly curving belly and fanned out in 
a wide inverted triangle. And Jane wasn't kidding when she said she needed a 
fuck in the worst way. Her clitoris was already prominent, erect, and moist. 
She touched the head of her clitoris with her index finger and gently 
proceeded to stroke it. 'Ahhh,' she murmured, 'what I wouldn't give to feel 
a hot, hard prick slide inside my cunt.' 

"Watching Jane play with herself inflamed my passions, too. Instead of 
strapping the dildoe around my waist, I inserted one end inside my cunt. The 
idea struck me to blow my cunt as I fucked Jane's asshole. The thrusting 
movement of the artificial cock in and out of Jane's rectum would also slide 
back and forth in my vagina and trigger an explosion. We'd both be winners 
since we didn't have a man. 

"I turned out the lights and instructed Jane to drop down on her hands and 
knees. Then, I knelt behind her. It was too dark to even see the curve of 
her ass. But I could feel it. And in the darkness, I fantasized that I was 
caressing the bared ass of a male lover. 

"Grasping Jane around the waist, I carefully slid the head of the dildoe 
into the depression between her cheeks. Jane called over her shoulder, 
-You're not hitting my asshole. It feels good though,' she added, 
encouragingly. 

"But if this was going to be a mutual fuck, it was vital that I insert the 
dildoe inside her rectal chamber. In this manner, the end would be depressed 
deeper inside my cunt as I lunged forward. But despite the size of my 
friend's body, the entrance into her rectum must have been extremely small, 
which would require more work on my part. There were two ways to stretch 
that asshole. One was with a surgical jelly. After coating the lubricant 
over my finger, I could drive it deep into her asshole as though I was 
finger-fucking that particular cavity. The alternative was to penetrate the 
hole with my tongue and moisten the walls of the rectal tube with my saliva. 

"I decided immediately to try the second choice. I was too impatient for the 
fuck to grope about in the darkness and grease Jane's asshole with my 
finger, so I dropped my head down to her ass level and stuck out my tongue. 
Without a single regret or squeamish feeling, I darted my tongue into Jane's 
cheeky ass and probed about for the rectum. Jane stammered, 'Does that 
tongue ever feel good in there. Oh, what a sensuous feeling. I could take 
that all night. I could blow my cunt just like that. Just with a tongue up 
my ass.' 

"But I had no intention of permitting Jane to climax in this manner. I had 
plans of my own. But if I didn't locate the rectum in a hurry, I was 
certainly going to be disappointed. I proceeded to run my tongue up and down 
within the cleavage. At one point, the tongue picked up the stinging 
impression of myriad, tiny hairs. And these hairs, I realized were grouped 
in a circle around her asshole. I was built in the same way. Sometimes, when 
my ex-husband fucked me and still left me frustrated, I'd masturbate with a 
finger in my asshole. That's how I knew I was well endowed with hairs in 
that particular area. 

"Now, I held my tongue over Jane's asshole hairs, and I must admit that the 
electric waves they generated through my tongue swept throughout my entire 
body. If I didn't stretch Jane's asshole in a terrible hurry, I was going to 
cream myself without getting the opportunity to fuck Jane's ass. Licking the 
spongy but wiry rectal hairs, the tip of my tongue eventually detected a 
slight impression beneath the hairy growth. This depression had to be Jane's 
asshole. When my tongue concentrated on that particular cavity, Jane 
responded with sighs, moans, and obscene babbling. 'Eat my asshole. It feels 
so good. Stick your tongue right down the hole. Oh, oh that's it, that's 
it!' she cried aloud. This latter response was evinced when the tip of my 
tongue began to work its way into her asshole. 

"By this time, saliva was running out of her ass crease and down my face. 
There was a slight odor to the fluid, but it was neither displeasing nor 
distasteful. On the contrary, I found the smell particularly stimulating. 
And so, between the feel of the sensuous ass flesh against the cheeks of my 
face and the fragrant odor which emanated from it, I swept aside all 
restraints and really did a job in Jane's asshole. 

"By darting the tip of my tongue in and out of the rectal entrance, I was 
able to moisten the walls to make them flexible enough to stretch. Then, I 
stretched my tongue stiff as a prick and rammed it through the entrance. On 
the first try, the tongue penetrated only partway into the ass cavity. But 
after a series of repeated lunges, my tongue slid all the way down the 
rectal tube. Saliva continued to pour out of my mouth, fill the hole and 
flow back against my face. 'I can't take too much of that,' Jane called out 
excitedly. 'I'll blow. I'm warning you. I'll blow.' 

"With the greatest reluctance, I withdrew my tongue from Jane's ass, and 
then raised myself up on my knees again. Jane dropped over on her elbows and 
raised her hind end up as far as possible. This time, I slid the dildoe 
directly into the asshole. Jane's strangled cries reverberated over the 
room. The hotel room's walls were flimsy and I was certain we were being 
overheard next door. But that didn't matter. Nothing mattered except the 
fuck. 

"As I thrust the dildoe deep inside Jane's ass, the end in my cunt was 
pushed deep inside my vagina. And the heat being generated from Jane's rear 
end bathed the dildoe and made it feel like a real prick inside my cunt. Of 
course, it would never replace the real article, but at the moment it felt 
divinely ecstatic, and in a very short time, I knew, I'd blow. The muscles 
of my vaginal cavity began to twitch, which was a prelude to a hearty spasm 
and blow off. 'Going to come soon,' I called out to Jane. 'Are you ready, 
too?' 

" 'No,' Jane replied. "The dildoe prick feels wonderful in my asshole. But I 
don't think I can come that way.' 

" 'You're going to blow, too,' I said with emphasis. I reached under Jane's 
stomach and slid my hand down toward her cunt. This time, I had no trouble 
at all in locating the proper handle that had to be manipulated. Her 
clitoris was stiff enough to jack off. I latched onto it and proceeded to 
jack it off. 

"Jane's body stiffened. And now, there was no longer any doubt that she, 
too, would soon climax. Unintelligible sounds babbled out of her throat as 
she strained for the climax. That's when something within my own body burst 
like a dynamited dam. A flood of cunt juices streamed toward my cunt slit, I 
stopped pumping and remained transfixed as the heated secretions passed 
through my body toward the exit. 

"Jane gave one tremendous heave with her ass and her entire frame shuddered 
as she, too, orgasmed. My entire body jellied, and I fell backwards. Freed 
from the dildoe, Jane pitched forward and remained very still. We had both 
been sex starved, and this dildoe fuck was the first release in a very long 
time. We sank into our separate beds and fell quickly and deeply asleep 
without uttering another word. 

"The next morning, by a sort of silent communication that women possess, we 
agreed to say nothing of our mutual asshole fuck of the previous night. We 
had had our release and there was nothing more to say. But I could tell by 
Jane's attitude that she felt much happier and was thoroughly convinced 
about the merits to be derived from anal sex. 'Where do we go from here?' 
she asked. What she really meant was, Where do -we get a man to get our 
assholes fucked? 

"It didn't take much sleuthing to discover the existence of a nightclub that 
was off the beaten tourist trail. This nightclub put on acts of anal sex. 
And among the audience of anal sex voyeurs, there had to be men who were 
vitally interested in practicing this type of sex, and who were looking for 
a female partner. 'I have an idea we'll get fucked before the night's over,' 
I told Jane. 

" 'The nightclub sounds like fun,' she admitted. 'I'd love to watch such an 
act. And, of course, I'll have a sharp lookout among the men in the 
audience. One of them is sure to raise a hard on and want a soft juicy 
asshole to sink it into.' 

" 'Let's go,' I said, impatiently. 'I'm getting hot thinking about a man's 
prick plunging inside my asshole.' 

"The club was off the beaten path, and the cover charge was very high. But 
as we soon discovered, it was the best bargain of the entire trip. When we 
arrived, there were already quite a few people seated at tables arranged 
around a circular stage. In a way, I could describe it as a theater in the 
round, or to be more explicit, sex in the round. 

"Jane and I were seated at our reserved table and, since we arrived before 
show time, we had the opportunity to look around and survey the audience 
although there wasn't very much light in the club. As far as we could 
determine, the other patrons were tourists like ourselves. Most were 
couples, and, judging by their attire, they were wealthy. Most were 
middle-aged or older although there were also a few college kids from the 
States. 

"We all had one interest in common: sex. This fact was obvious without a 
word being spoken between the others and ourselves. The smoke-filled air of 
the club almost crackled with a subdued excitement that had its origins in 
sex. We were all looking for something different to watch and experiment 
with in our own unique ways. But there wasn't any doubt in my mind that 
almost everyone in the club was either addicted to, or interested in 
anilingus. After all, the acts that we were about to see would be based on 
anal sex. 

"Jane was squirming around in an attempt to spot a likely sex partner who 
might give her a fuck after the show. The club supplied partners for a 
price. But neither Jane nor myself had reached that stage yet. If we 
couldn't attract a man on our own, we'd prefer to jack off. 

" 'He's cute,' Jane said, pointing to a college boy who couldn't have been 
more than seventeen. 'And I'll bet he's hung,' she added. 

"I looked at her in surprise. 'How on earth can you tell?' I asked. The 
gloom was quite dense in the room and the cigarette smoke didn't make 
observations any easier. 

" 'I don't mean physically,' Jane replied. 'But you can tell he's got a 
terrific interest in sex. He's hung mentally as far as sex is concerned. And 
that kind of kid makes the best lover.' 

" 'Isn't he kind of young for you?' I asked. I preferred them that way 
myself. But it was fascinating to me to hear another woman's thoughts on 
screwing young boys. 

"Jane peered through the darkness at the boy. 'He's young,' Jane finally 
admitted. 'But there's nothing wrong with a young prick provided it's used 
in the right way. So many younger boys are inept. But,' she added, 'this boy 
seems to want to better his sex education and techniques.' She nodded. 'Yes, 
he'd make an interesting partner. And I don't think I'd have too much 
trouble coaxing him to fuck my asshole.' 

" 'You're out of luck,' I said as a much older woman sat down beside the boy 
at his table. The older woman was tall, thin, expensively dressed, and her 
hair was gray but styled attractively. She could have been the boy's 
grandmother. But obviously she wasn't. As she sat down, she leaned over and 
patted the boy on his knee. Then, we saw her hand creep up toward his 
crotch, fiddle around with the zipper and slyly take out his hardened prick. 

" 'That dirty old woman!" Jane hissed to me. But it was apparent that she'd 
have given anything to change places with her. 

"Both Jane and I were unable to pull our eyes away from the couple who, in 
the darkness of the place, thought they were unobserved. By now, the old 
lady started to jack the boy's cock shaft. She didn't use a hard stroke that 
would bring him to a quick climax. She was too cagey for that. She intended 
to use his cock cream for her own body. Her fingers danced lightly up and 
down the cock pole. Every now and then, one of her fingers would drop down 
deeper into his pants to squeeze one of his balls. 

"From our table, we could hear the boy gasp, and, as he was filled with more 
lust, his body writhed about in seeming agony. 'He's going to blow,' Jane 
said as her own hand dropped down over her crotch and she started to rub the 
area of her cunt. 'I want a fuck so bad,' she breathed to me, 'I can taste 
it.' 

"I didn't reply. I was almost intoxicated inhaling the aroma of lust that 
permeated the flesh of every one of us in that room. I could feel the lips 
of my own cunt tremble, and deep inside my genital box, the walls and 
muscles became moist and spasmed involuntarily. I was compelled to stifle a 
cry as I felt my clitoris slowly erect, sidle up, and press against my inner 
garments. I closed my thighs in an effort to rub it to still greater 
stimulation. In another moment, I'd have thrown all caution and reserve to 
the winds and pulled up my skirt to jack off, but, fortunately, and to my 
very great relief, the room was plunged into total darkness. Then, a 
floodlight hit the circular stage, and a fanfare of trumpets announced that 
act one, scene one was about to commence. 

"The first actor on the stage was a naked black man and I'd never seen a 
human so completely and utterly black or one who so totally exuded sex 
waves. They vibrated from his shining, black muscular body and charged 
everyone in the room. The actor's stage name was Coco and he was billed as a 
dancer. But from the way he was hung, and from his suggestive movements, 
there wasn't any doubt that he was going to be the star performer in the act 
of anal sex. At first, he appeared on the stage alone. He slithered about 
and had such great muscular control that every inch of his body appeared to 
shimmer and vibrate in time with the beat of the drum. He circled the stage 
to give everyone a good look at his body. 

"Jane gasped. 'I've never seen a man hung like that before.' Her eyes had 
grown large as paper moons. I doubt that any of us had seen a cock of such 
enormous dimensions. My own mouth watered to feel that black cock shaft and 
head slide over my tongue. I refused to think of it in terms of anal sex. 
The member was much too large for such a performance. And it was now in its 
normal state of flaccidity. 

"But this didn't last very long. Coco was soon joined by a huge black woman 
who was also naked. She was almost as tall as the man, but for such a 
big-boned woman was very lithe and danced with a grace a ballerina could 
admire. Her tits were pendulous but firm and the raspberry-colored nipples 
splotched at the tip of the tits created an erotic contrast that I'm sure 
raised every prick in the audience. Despite her enormous bulk, her body was 
exquisitely proportioned, and her hips snaked out into such balloonish ass 
cheeks that they jiggled like jelly as she danced about the stage. She, too, 
had perfect control over every muscle in her body. And as she gyrated about, 
there wasn't an inch of her body that wasn't in motion. The woman's skin was 
black, but her cunt hairs were even blacker and provided another erotic 
contrast that sent shivers of lust into the mouth of every man who was 
addicted to cunnilingus. I'm quite sure that many of them would carry home 
in their mind the image of her black, hairy pussy and jack off as they 
fantasized their tongue up her cunt crack. 

"But all this was merely a prelude to the act of anal sex that we all wanted 
to watch. Jane whispered in my ear. 'His prick is much too big. He'll never 
be able to fuck her asshole.' 

" 'He'll split her in two,' I agreed without taking my eyes off the two 
dancers who now were approaching each other. Of course, every movement they 
made was in time with the rhythmic but fast beat of the drum. The couple 
stopped about a foot away from each other. Not for a moment did they take 
their eyes off each other. And while they remained in one spot, their bodies 
were in continuous motion with the drumbeat. From the waist up, they 
appeared to be motionless. But from the waist down their hips thrust back 
and forth in a simulated fuck. And slowly, the monstrous prick of the black 
man started its slow ascent. Murmuring sounds of awe bubbled over the 
audience as the penis raised to six inches and then farther and farther. The 
performer had to be some sort of abnormal freak. At full erection, I'd have 
to estimate his prick had reached a length of ten inches. And there was 
nothing feeble about those ten inches. The shaft was as thick as a baseball 
bat. The nuts of the man hung down like two big softballs. 

"In the darkness, I heard a rustle of a skirt and looked down to discover 
that Jane had pulled up her garment, eased her girdle down a bit, and was 
joyfully jacking off as her eyes remained glued on the performers. I was 
about to remonstrate with her when I looked around to discover that just 
about everyone in the club was either playing with himself, or playing with 
his escort. I curiously glanced over to the table where the old rich woman 
was sitting with her seventeen-year-old escort. At first, I was surprised to 
observe that the old lady was sitting alone. She appeared to be sitting in a 
rather peculiar position; one cheek of her ass was raised up. Then, my eyes 
were able to pick up the kid who had dropped to the floor on his knees. His 
head was shoved up the bared ass of the old woman. Now, I realized that, 
although she appeared to be watching the show, her eyes were glassy and her 
mouth was open to facilitate her sex-charged breathing. She was getting her 
asshole tongued and was loving every lap. I knew that kid was addicted to 
anilingus just by looking at him. 

"All of this abandon in sex finally swept me up, too. When in Rome, do as 
the Romans do, so I shrugged and pulled up my skirt. Fortunately, I wasn't 
wearing my girdle. I slipped down my panties and dropped a hand over my 
already moistened cunt. 'Ahhh,' I murmured in the darkness as I caught hold 
of my clitoris. Slowly, with delicious rhythmic movements, I stroked the 
clitoral shaft. But not for one instant did I take my eyes off the stage. 
'When is he going to fuck her asshole?' I wondered aloud. 

" 'Now,' Jane replied tensely. 'He's going to do it now.' 

"Jane had reached that conclusion by observing the particular twist the 
dance had begun to assume. The black woman dancer was slowly dancing around 
away from Coco. Now, he'd have to face her back. And her ass. And each 
movement was in perfect time to the beat of the drums. The black woman, 
still gyrating her hips, dropped to her knees and then fell over on her 
elbows to assume the classic position of the asshole fuck. 

"An electrified murmur swept over the audience like wildfire. Coco dropped 
to his knees behind the huge black female ass. The drums faded away. 
Everything became very still. It was difficult to even hear the sound of 
breathing. Then, the attack commenced. Coco plunged his entire face between 
the cushiony black cheeks and proceeded to lap her ass. His hard, black eyes 
shone with the lust madness and his red tongue was choked with blood. The 
woman never stopped moving her hips. And the cheeks of her ass were in 
continual motion also. Sometimes, she'd compress her cheeks tightly together 
and thus trap Coco's face in her ass. Then, she'd spread them apart as far 
as possible to permit him to suck even deeper of the ass flesh. Obviously, 
this- was merely a preliminary to the actual fuck. Despite the size of the 
black woman, her asshole couldn't possibly accept the entry of Coco's 
enormously swollen prick without intense preparations. 

"Finally, Coco pulled his face out of his partner's ass and licked the 
saliva that had coated his cheeks and lips. His long, red tongue flickered 
snakelike over his lips and an ecstatic smile brightened his heavy black 
face. Then, from a table on the stage that I hadn't really noticed before, 
he picked up a bottle. It appeared to contain some kind of lotion. Later, I 
discovered the thick, creamy liquid was an exotic blend of various tropical 
fruits. This liquid was apparently ideal for softening the walls of a 
woman's rectal passage. 

"After Coco had poured a liberal amount of the liquid into the dancer's ass, 
he again dipped his face between her ass cheeks and lapped at the fluid. 
Also, he tested with his tongue tip his ability to penetrate her asshole. He 
withdrew his face with a triumphant smile. Everyone clapped and cheered. He 
was ready to actually make the penetration of her asshole with his still 
erected prick. 

"Now, the drums commenced again and the woman dropped down on her stomach. 
This time, Coco stuffed three huge cushions under her belly. This raised her 
ass up to the proper level for entry. Giving her ass cheeks one final kiss, 
he straightened up, and in his kneeling position slid his long, black tool 
of throbbing flesh between the rubbery cheeks of his partner's ass. She 
gasped as did every woman in the audience. There wasn't a doubt in my mind 
that each woman including myself was enjoying a vicarious fuck. I imagined 
he was fucking my asshole, and every woman was gripped with a similar 
delusion. But that didn't interfere from enjoying the exciting act. 

"With a series of short, darting, fucking movements, Coco prepared the 
entrance for full acceptance of his cock. And when he thought he had widened 
it enough, he reared back and then lunged forward with every inch of his 
length. The entire cock, head and shaft, slid down the rectal passage and 
into the hole as completely as a sword in its scabbard. The eyes of the 
woman bulged out like skinned grapes, and she uttered a cry that pierced the 
cock and cunt of every person in the audience. It was a savage and 
uninhibited cry of lust. And she continued to emit these high-pitched 
screams as the cock hurtled back and forth in her asshole. 

"Coco's eyes had rolled back until only the whites shone in his black face. 
His breathing came short, quick and labored. Rivulets of sweat streaked down 
from his forehead, and the pungent odor of his and the woman's naked bodies 
swept over the entire room. The odor wasn't fragrant, it wasn't unpleasant. 
It had a lust-imbued smell that swept into our nostrils and filled our blood 
with a raging desire for sex. 

"Jane was now stroking her clitoris with hard, jacking movements. I was 
content at the moment to merely tease my clitoral shaft because I intended 
to get myself fucked immediately after the performance. The idea had spawned 
itself in my mind the minute Coco had made his appearance on the stage and I 
had eyed with rapt fascination the size and quality of his cock flesh. I was 
going to get fucked by Coco and was willing to pay for it. I knew the 
purpose of this act was for just such an enterprise. Coco was for hire to 
any female in the audience who wanted his services. And the black woman 
would let herself be fucked by any man in our group. 

"I could hardly wait when Coco had, at last, reached climax. His cock cream 
looked even whiter as it splashed over the black skin of the woman's ass. 
When he withdrew, the prick was already limp and coated with fluid that had 
flowed from him as well as from the woman's asshole. 

"Quickly, I ran backstage and contacted Coco's manager, who was more than 
happy to accept my money in return for a fuck off his client. Coco looked me 
up and down and nodded. He was naturally attracted to blonde, fair-skinned 
American women, he stated. Especially if they were rich. I loved his candor, 
and he spoke perfect English with a slight British accent. This, too, I 
found charming. With his arm around my waist, the big, black man escorted me 
to his dressing room. I literally ripped off my clothes. Then I turned 
around and awaited his reaction to my white, naked body. 

"Coco looked me up and down. Then he nodded with approval. He bent down and 
gallantly kissed my cunt and my ass. 'You're addicted to anilingus?' he 
asked. 

" 'I love it!' I replied enthusiastically. 'I divorced my husband because he 
couldn't or wouldn't fuck my asshole.' 

" 'He was a fool,' Coco remarked as he spread the cheeks of my ass apart and 
looked inside. 'Charming,' he muttered. 'I could eat ass like that for the 
rest of my life.' 

" 'And I could take that big, black prick of yours for the rest of my life,' 
I sighed. 

"And that's exactly what happened. I moved to the Bahamas, and Coco moved in 
with me. The bond that keeps us together is anal sex. But I can't think of a 
stronger bond for a man and woman." 

 Chapter Two: Anal Sex And The Athlete 

"As a fourteen-year-old girl, I was still a virgin, but sex was on my mind 
morning, noon, and night. Sooner or later, I was going to get fucked, but I 
didn't know by whom, or how I was to go about finding a suitable partner. 
The athletes on our various high school teams excited me sexually for 
reasons I didn't quite understand at that time. And so, I took to hanging 
around after the games in hopes of meeting one, or catching a glimpse of 
their bodies in various stages of undress. There was one window in the 
locker room that afforded me a chance to look through and watch them after a 
game. This particular window was on a secluded side of the building and 
there wasn't too much chance of getting caught, although I was always on 
guard for just such a possibility. 

"One Saturday afternoon, my cunt was especially itching for a hot cock and I 
sensed it was too intense an itch to be satisfied by a mere jack-off. 
Instinctively, I wandered over to the high school and peered into the boy's 
locker room. Some of the fellas had been practicing out on the field, and 
had returned to shower and dress. I almost choked at the sight of their 
hard, smooth, young bodies. My eyes bulged out at their cocks swaying back 
and forth as they walked and toweled themselves after the shower. But the 
part of their bodies that fascinated me the most was their buttocks. 

"The ass on each boy was so smoothly hard. And the space between the cheeks 
looked so inviting. I wouldn't have to be urged too much to dig my tongue 
into that kind of ass flesh. Since no one was around, and since I was quite 
well hidden by a high brush in front of the window, I pulled up my skirt and 
dropped my panties. I slapped a hand over my cunt, and did it ever feel hot 
and wet! I knew I hadn't blown my cunt by merely looking at the naked bodies 
of the boys. But my vaginal walls were secreting a lot of juice which was 
trickling out between the cunt lips. I needed a fuck in the worst way and 
was almost considering knocking on the window and letting them take a good 
look at my cunt. Maybe one of them would be courageous enough to come 
running after me and give me the fuck I craved. 

"But before I came to a definite decision to bare my cunt to the boys in the 
locker room, something else happened that made me even hotter. 

"All of the boys dressed and left the locker room with the exception of two. 
They kept, horsing around and taking their time, At first, it all looked so 
innocent. But now, I realized why they wanted to remain behind and alone in 
the room. They were gay and wanted to fuck each other. I had heard about 
queers, and wondered how they screwed one another besides sucking cock. Now, 
I was going to receive a few lessons in anal sex that I could apply to my 
own needs later on. An asshole fuck is what I really craved even at that 
age. That's why I became fascinated at the activities of the two gay boys in 
the locker room. 

"When they made certain they were alone, the two kids started to embrace and 
kiss one another just like any normal boy and girl couple. The instant they 
started hugging and feeling each other up, they both got a king-size bone 
on. This was the first time I'd ever seen a boy with a hard on, and I almost 
fell through the window to get a better look. And while I stared, I 
continued to play with myself. I was already a skilled masturbator and 
quickly began stroking my clitoris. As I twiddled my fingers on the shaft, 
I'd poke one finger into the vagina, and one around the pubic bone. I was 
already well acquainted with every one of my erogenous zones. But the 
hottest spot in my entire body was inside my asshole. Sometimes, I'd jack 
off by running one finger into my rectum and one into my cunt at the same 
time. Now, I simply played with my cunt because of my clothes. But I was 
certainly getting my kicks because of the asshole fuck I was watching in the 
locker room. That's what the two queer athletes eventually wanted, I soon 
discovered. 

"First, one of the boys dropped to his knees in front of the other one and 
sucked his lover's cock. I could almost hear the way he gulped the meat and 
slobbered from where I was standing. The boy on his knees kept sucking and 
squeezing his lover's balls. The kid who remained standing kept saying 
something. His eyes had widened and his whole face looked tense enough to 
shatter. The boy on his knees slid one finger into the other's asshole and 
commenced to pull his entire mouth back and forth. The boy who was being 
sucked shouted out something, and then blew. Cock juices sputtered out of 
the head of his cock and splotched the face of the boy on his knees. The 
cocksucker kept on sucking since he was obviously after the taste of hot 
semen. When he had swallowed every drop, he licked his lips and looked kind 
of disappointed because there wasn't any more sex fluid to taste. 

"While cock-sucking was enjoyable to watch and made me hot, I really didn't 
work up a good enough heat to blow. This sort of thing really didn't blow my 
cunt. I was still hoping for some asshole action. And I didn't have long to 
wait until my desires were fulfilled. The cock-sucker on his knees still had 
a good-sized bone on and he intended to do something about it. 

"He stood up and made the boy with the limp cock drop down on his elbows and 
knees. Then, he too, positioned himself on his knees behind his 
'sweetheart.' Deftly, and indicating a great deal of practice, it seemed to 
me, he drove his erected cock bone into the other boy's asshole. He was 
going to use the asshole as a normal lover used his girl friend's cunt. He 
shouted out some instruction to the girl-type queer and the kneeling boy ran 
his hand backwards and squeezed the nuts of the boy who was pumping cock 
into his asshole. 

"This action seemed to inflame the asshole fucker because he increased the 
tempo of the fuck. As he pumped agitatedly, he seemed to be all eyes and 
mouth. His mouth was opened wide and I think he was screaming out something; 
his eyes had grown big as a pair of fists. Then, he gave one enormous thrust 
forward and shot his wad. That thick milky fluid that is so different from 
my cunt juice spattered into the boy's asshole and slithered down the cheeks 
of his ass. Still, the boy continued to pump until the cock had grown so 
shriveled it practically fell out of the kneeling boy's ass of its own 
accord. 

"From where I was standing, I had no way of detecting whether or not the 
cock had actually penetrated the asshole, or whether the ejaculation had 
been caused by the friction of cock shaft between the ass cheeks. It didn't 
matter at that moment. The sight of a cock between the ass cheeks was enough 
to make me hot enough to blow my own load. With one hard thrust forward with 
my hips, I reached a climax and stood very still as my cunt juices spilled 
out of my cunt crack and trickled down my thighs. I wiped my cunt off as 
best I could with the palm of my hand, and pulled up my panties. But I still 
wasn't satisfied. I had seen a boy's stiff prick, his bare ass, and naked 
body. I ached to feel that prick inside my asshole. And I wanted so 
desperately to run my own tongue between the hard, smooth cheeks of a boy's 
ass. 

"I swept aside all thoughts of the consequences and tapped noisily on the 
window. The two startled boys, still naked, looked up and saw me. At first, 
they looked terrified because they knew I had watched them have their fuck. 
They'd be kicked off the team and even expelled from school if I told their 
coach. But the terror in their faces gave me the courage to take action. I 
knew now that I was perfectly safe in obeying my own impulses. They could 
hardly tell anyone on me lest they incriminate themselves. 

"The boys were so startled to look up and see me that they just stood there 
in the nude. They were waiting for me to do something, or give some 
indication of my intentions. They could hardly deny their actions of the 
past few minutes. Their cocks were still wet with ejaculatory fluid. Perhaps 
I was too naive, or too inexperienced at that time, but I simply couldn't 
force myself to believe that these two athletic and strapping looking 
fellows were queer. Maybe they were just fooling around with each other 
because they didn't have a girl friend of their own to fuck. I knew of two 
girls who sucked each other but who would have much preferred the services 
of a boy's cock. 

"And so, while, I had the undivided attention of both boys, I quickly pulled 
up my skirt and dropped my panties, then I shoved my hairy cunt against the 
windowpane and let them take a good, long look. And while they were looking 
I kept pushing my cunt back and forth against the pane to let them know I 
was hot for a fuck. As I expected, the two boys responded immediately to the 
sight of my cunt. They responded like normal and healthy boys. Both of them 
got hard ons that were real beauties. Like a lot of other boys, I was 
convinced, they had merely fucked each other because they didn't know how to 
get a girl. A lot of athletes, I later discovered, are very shy about girls. 
They're around boys so much that they don't know how to act around a girl. 

"One of the boys in the locker room lost all control at sight of my inviting 
cunt. He ran up to the window and began to 'lap my cunt.' Of course, there 
was the glass in-between his mouth and my cunt. Yet it made me hot to see 
his face and tongue lapping the area of my pussy. I started to gyrate back 
and forth and this really turned him on. But this sort of thing really 
wasn't getting any of us anywhere. I stood back and motioned for both boys 
to come up. I couldn't very well go down into the locker room. They nodded 
and came running up after me. Hastily, they'd pulled on their trousers and 
sweaters. 

"By the time they reached me, I had already shed my skirt and pulled off my 
panties. I had even assumed the position of the asshole fuck. 'Fuck me,' I 
said, smiling and red-faced. 'Fuck me in the asshole.' 

" 'Which one of us do you want?' one of the boys asked. Naturally, they both 
couldn't accommodate me at the same time. 

" 'Doesn't matter,' I replied. 'I'll suck one off while the other fucks me 
from the rear. Okay?' 

"That suggestion more than met their approval. One of the boys dropped down 
behind my ass and spread the cheeks apart. 'This may hurt,' he cautioned. 

" 'I don't care,' I replied. 'Fuck my asshole. Give it to me. And don't be 
timid about it.' I added, 'I like masterful boys. That's why I go for 
athletes.' 

"The boy said, 'Okay,' heaved his stiff prick into my asshole. My anus 
happens to be quite large. The cock shaft slid into the anal cavity without 
too much difficulty. It hurt in a sensuous and delightful way. I loved the 
feel of hot cock up my asshole. And while he started to throw me the fuck, I 
opened my mouth and sucked on the cock of the other boy. 

"This was my introduction to anal sex at the age of fourteen. The taste for 
anilingus never left me from that moment on." 

Betty T. was twenty years old when she first sought analysis. However, her 
need for anal sex took shape in her own mind when she was fourteen years 
old. And for reasons that were eventually uncovered during her analysis, she 
was instinctively drawn toward athletes. 

Betty T. was fascinated by anal sex for two distinct reasons. One was 
physical, the other mental. It was discovered that the case subject's anus 
was exceptionally erogenous. In McCarey's Human Sexuality, we are given an 
insight into this particular region as erogenous zone: 

The perineum of both man and woman is sensitive to manipulation. This area 
includes the anus and inner portion of the thighs, and extends from the anus 
to the lower region of the sexual organs. About half of all men and women, 
in fact, report that they experience erotic reactions to some form of anal 
stimulation. While the mouth, lips and nose are widely recognized as highly 
erogenous zones, there is, nonetheless, considerable variation in the degree 
of their sensitivity, because of personal differences resulting, primarily, 
from conditioning, and, secondarily, from differences in supplies of nerve 
endings, the latter condition being a matter of individual heredity. The 
breasts are another important erogenous zone common to both men and women. 

The nipples and areolae are especially responsive to several stimuli. 

Even as a teenager, Betty realized that there was nothing she could do about 
her extremely sensitive anus. At first, when she became conscious of this 
area as an erogenous zone, she resented her father "for transmitting another 
one of his defects to her." During analysis, it was discovered that she had 
always harbored a deep distaste for her father which almost bordered on open 
hatred. Her father had never adequately provided for his family, and Betty 
as well as her brothers and sisters quite often had to do without the 
privileges she felt her other schoolmates enjoyed. Her clothes weren't 
expensive, and she never owned a bicycle of her own. She became 
self-conscious about the lack of material things and became envious of other 
girls her age who did possess and enjoy them. 

Betty's resentment of her father continued to grow rather than diminish. At 
fourteen, she quite often displayed an open hostility toward him. Her mother 
was the breadwinner, and this, too, lowered her estimate of the man. Betty 
had earlier, and quite inadvertently, discovered that her father was 
unusually sensitive in the region of his anus. At the age of thirteen, when 
she arrived at puberty, she witnessed a sexual act between her father and 
mother. Much to the girl's horror, she watched her mother press her face 
between the cheeks of her father's buttocks and appear to lick and suck in 
the depression within the flesh. Betty, was compelled to run to the bathroom 
where she became physically ill. 

Later, however, as she became sexually more mature and precocious, she 
thought about the act of anilingus. Much to her initial surprise, she no 
longer regarded the act with distaste. On the contrary, the thought of her 
tongue inside the anus of a desirable boy excited her to the point of 
masturbating. 

Betty's initial feelings toward anilingus were ambivalent in nature. Because 
of her physical makeup, she was attracted to the act, but because she 
believed that she had inherited this physical trait from her father, she 
regarded it with a certain amount of detestation. This mixture of love and 
hate with which she regarded anal sex disturbed her to such an extent that, 
finally, she was compelled to seek psychiatric help. She deeply resented the 
fact that she had to express herself sexually in the same way as her father. 

Betty's feelings toward her father motivated her conduct with respect to the 
type of men she felt herself attracted to. Her father was short and fat. 
Betty liked her men tall, muscular, and athletic. Every time she became 
attracted to an athlete, she felt that she was slighting her father. In The 
Ability to Love, author Allan Fromme has this to say about using the body as 
an aggressive weapon to vent one's feelings: 

Sex, we all know, can become a channel for many unconscious forces that may 
have little connection, or perhaps none at all with sex itself. We cannot be 
sure whether the aggressive impulse is an integral part of sexual behavior. 
Freud suggested that it is. Others have believed that it is not. A lively 
debate has gone on in some circles over whether the human infant is born 
loving and learns to hate, or whether he is born hating and learns to 
love... The aggressive element in sex thus has powerful support. We do have 
hostilities, we do accept the use of the body as an expression of hostility, 
and the link between aggression and sex is firmly forged. 

Betty claimed she was born loving and learned to hate. She felt she could 
not honestly change her attitudes toward her father. And her preference for 
anal sex would remain with her always, she believed. 

"After that first experience with the two athletes from my high school, my 
taste for anal sex grew even more demanding. Sometimes, I could hardly sit 
still throughout the school day. I'd fidget and squirm around. But this had 
nothing to do with restlessness. I was trying to create friction between my 
asshole and the chair. But this sort of friction never satisfied me. It only 
made me more desperate for sexual attention in my asshole. The two older 
boys who had originally fucked me had been seniors. They graduated from high 
school and were now attending college. And ever since they left town, I'd 
been unable to find a boyfriend who was knowledgeable about anal sex. 

"I soon found out that I had a lot of things going against me. Most people, 
boys as well as grown men and women, regarded anal sex as some kind of 
perversion. But I had to have it that way because of all the sensitive nerve 
endings in my anus. It wasn't perverse as far as I was concerned. It was the 
normal way to fuck. But I was living in a small town filled with a lot of 
small minds. 

"One day at school, however, I got a terrific break. And from the most 
unexpected and, as far as I was concerned, the most desirable person: our 
football coach. 

"Tom coached football, but he was also our math teacher. One day I was 
squirming in my seat so badly that he kept me after class. He was a tall, 
athletic-looking man of about thirty at the time. Very handsome, I thought, 
and a sharp dresser. Some of the kids called him Beau Brummell or Casanova 
behind his back. I figured they were just jealous because all the 
high-school girls went for him. But he always dated girls his own age and 
was always very correct in his deportment. As I stated, this was a small 
town where gossip spread like wildfire. 

"Well, I could hardly tell him I was squirming around in class because I 
needed the taste of hot cock up my asshole. So I told him a bit about my 
home life, and my unhappiness. He looked very sympathetic, and was a real 
gentleman. He patted my hand and invited me to his house for dinner where 
his mother would cook a real meal and I would have an understanding audience 
to air my grievances. I accepted. 

"When I arrived at his house, Tom was alone. 'Mom's sister took suddenly 
ill,' he explained, 'and she went over to spend the night with her.' He 
didn't look particularly distressed. As a matter of fact, he looked pleased 
about the entire situation. And he just had a towel draped around his 
midriff. Apparently, he had just stepped out of the shower. I was a bit 
early. But Tom showed no signs of getting dressed. He poured himself a stiff 
drink of scotch, and sat down on the sofa. He motioned for me to sit beside 
him. Butterflies started to flap about in my stomach. And I could feel their 
wings brushing against my cunt. Actually, what I felt between my legs was my 
clitoris, which had slid out in excited rigidity at the situation. I was all 
alone with the football coach, the most sought after athlete on the 
high-school staff. Old women and young girls were after his cock. I walked 
over to the couch, barely making it. My legs felt weak and I know my face 
was flushed with a telltale smear of crimson. My heart started to Yo-Yo back 
and forth throughout my rib cage, and I wondered about the kind of approach 
I was in for. 

"I didn't have long to wait in order to find out Tom's intentions. When I 
sat down alongside him on the couch, I could sense that he was trembling, 
too. Then it struck me. Tom was just as nervous and excited as I was! And I 
began to wonder if his reputation as a Casanova was really justified. I was 
beginning to wonder if he ever really had a piece of ass in his life. He 
wasn't coming on strong at all. And he was guzzling the scotch as though he 
really needed it to bolster his nerve. There wasn't any doubt in my mind, 
however, that he wanted to fuck me. 

"I could really appreciate his problem, though. If he came on too strong, 
too fast, and I yelled rape, he'd be disgraced in the community, and 
probably wind up in jail. It was up to me, I decided, to encourage him and 
discreetly inform him that I was ripe for a fuck. He kept telling me how 
lonely he was, and how all the old biddies kept a watchful eye on him lest 
he screw anyone. I dropped my hand on his bare leg. "That must be tough,' I 
murmured. 'A handsome, virile guy like you needs the attention of a good 
woman.' 

"His cock jumped up like a circus pole and that towel around his middle 
looked like the big top. I stared openly, and I suppose quite lewdly, at the 
enormous bulge. I didn't have to fake the fact that I was impressed. 'I'm 
sorry,' he mumbled. 'I didn't mean to lose control of myself.' He was 
testing me, of course. We both openly acknowledged the existence of his 
erection. And I could take it or leave it alone. If I said nothing, or 
expressed indignation, he'd dress and nothing more would be said about sex. 
But I had no intention of letting him lose that gorgeous bone. 

"And so, the time had arrived for me to take the initiative. And I did. I 
dropped my hand on the bulge between his legs, and squeezed. 

"Tom shut his eyes and winced. 'Oh, baby,' he almost cried, 'that feels so 
good. It's been ages since a girl has played with my ever loving cock.' 

"Slowly, I peeled the towel down from his waist and then pulled it over his 
upright prick. I stared with rapt adoration at that lovely, hard, red piece 
of meat. And the head on it looked like a huge, purple-colored all-day 
sucker. My mouth watered for a suck. For a teenager, my hands were unusually 
shapely and soft. Now, my fingers crept up the pulsating shaft, and when I 
pressed down with my fingertips, the vibrations in it were powerful enough 
to flow into my own body. They felt like bolts of electricity surging 
through my body and brain-especially, my genitals. My cunt lips started 
twitching uncontrollably and I was afraid that I'd blow prematurely. And the 
sensations that were ripping my asshole apart were almost unbearable. I 
started to shift from one ass cheek to the other. Finally, I had to run one 
hand over my ass and goose myself. 'Ahhh,' I murmured, that feels better.' 

"Tom was staring at me with delighted but puzzled fascination. His face, 
too, was flushed, and in his eyes there was a hard, rapacious look of lust. 
The flesh on his lean, hard body was trembling with the desire for sex. Yet, 
Tom had strength of character enough to keep his emotions leashed until the 
proper moment. He was a gentleman, and that's what endeared him to me. One 
of his strong hands cupped one of my tits. 'Darling,' he said, 'you're 
squirming around like you do in class. Now, please tell me what the trouble 
is?' 

"I hesitated. I was already old enough to know that some men froze into 
impotency at the mere mention of the word asshole. The thought of using that 
area as a sexual organ sickened them. I decided not to take any chances. If 
I got hint hot enough, he'd relieve the pressures in his cock the best way 
he could; in either my cunt or asshole. I started to jack my hand up and 
down his cock shaft. Then I said, 'Promise not to get angry with me if I 
tell you the truth.' 

"The look of ecstasy seemed to be frozen on his face, which looked fixed as 
though he was examining a distant dream. He breathed, 'I could never get 
sore at you, baby. Tell me the truth. But please, don't stop playing with my 
prick.' 

"At first, I didn't reply. I merely kept up the pressure on his prick. At 
the moment, Tom was on fire to fuck me, but if I implied he'd have to fuck 
me in the asshole, his desire for me could be shattered in an instant. Yet, 
if I was going to feel a length of searing cock meat sliding into my 
asshole, I'd have to tell the truth, "As I spoke I kept one hand on his cock 
shaft, the other over his balls. His legs were spread wide apart, and he'd 
leaned way back on the couch. His face stared up at the ceiling and he 
looked as though he'd caught a glimpse of heaven, Tom had been telling the 
truth. He had been hard up for a woman. Now, it was my turn to level with 
him. 

" 'Tom, dear,' I began, 'I do want you to fuck me. And I mean fuck me!' 

"He leaned forward and kissed me hard on the mouth. 'Baby, you're going to 
get fucked, and fucked. I've been saving it up for a doll like you. Your 
cunt is going to get stretched but good.' 

" 'Tom, dear,' I said as I continued to stroke his cock, 'it's not my cunt 
that I want stretched.' 

"The man's entire body stiffened. He was back on the ground now with both 
feet. 'What do you mean?' He looked suspicious. 

"A fear gripped my heart and throat. I could hardly speak. I was losing him 
and didn't quite know how to save the situation. This guy, I realized, was 
as normal as apple pie. The mere mention of an asshole fuck would throw him 
out of orbit. As much as I was attracted to him, there was nothing daring 
about him. He was a high-school teacher in a small town and lived with his 
mother. He dated a nice but dull girl who wouldn't fuck him until he married 
her. And he probably jacked off a few times a week and felt guilty about it. 
The fact that I was with him now and playing with his prick was a measure of 
his desperation for a good fuck. But mention the word asshole to him and 
he'd run like a scared rabbit. And I wasn't going to let that happen. I 
wanted the fuck as much as he did. From now on, every word I uttered and 
every move I made would have to be calculated to calm his fears and win him 
over to a relaxed asshole fuck. Right there and then, I made my plans and 
acted on them, immediately. 

"I stood up, pulled up my skirt and kicked off my panties. Then, I bent over 
a bit. I was determined to give Tom a closeup of my ass whether he wanted to 
see it or not. 

" 'What's the idea, baby?' he asked a bit taken aback. From a wall mirror, I 
was able to scrutinize, every single detail of his reaction to the bared 
cheeks of my ass. The mere sight of him inspecting the flesh around my 
asshole almost made me blow my cunt. 

" 'Does the sight of my ass offend you?' I asked, bluntly. 

" 'No no,' he quickly stammered. 'Nothing like that. But I'm surprised. Most 
girls I've fucked wanted to show off their cunt, or their tits. I've never 
known a girl who wanted to show me her ass.' 

"I moved back closer to Tom. His face wasn't more than a foot away from the 
flesh of the buttocks. 'Take a good look!' I ordered. 'And don't avert your 
eyes to one side.' 

"He realized I was watching his every move in the mirror on the opposite 
wall. He laughed nervously. 'I don't get it, Betty. Your ass looks great. 
Now let's cut out the games and get down to the business of cunt. That's 
what I want. And if you've got an itch for me to eat, don't worry about my 
reaction. I'd love to taste the cunt on a sweet, young girl like you. Now,' 
he said and tried to sound emphatic, turn around and let me kiss baby's 
pussy box.' 

"I remained standing with my back toward Tom. But I moved my ass a few 
inches closer to his face. 'I want you to kiss my hot box,' I said. 'And I 
will let you kiss and eat my cunt to your heart's content. But later. The 
very hottest box on my body doesn't happen to be my cunt.' 

"Tom remained very still for a moment. The silence was heavy enough to slice 
with a knife. He was beginning to get my message. But he was still too numb 
to act either in a positive or negative manner. He just kept staring at my 
ass cheeks. And, in case there was any doubt about what duties would be 
required from him, I spread the cheeks as far apart as possible. Now, he 
could peer directly up my ass, and see the ringlet of hairs around the 
entrance to the rectum. The color in the valley between the cheeks was 
slightly brown. This is exactly where he was going to lay his tongue. The 
reflection of his face in the mirror looked very dark. The poor man was 
being tortured by all sorts of doubts and fears. Despite his age of thirty, 
this was his first exposure to the demands of a female with a sensitive 
asshole. 

"Tom cleared his throat. His voice sounded strange which I suppose was only 
natural. He was undergoing a mental conflict of gargantuan proportions. At 
last, he managed to say, 'I suppose you want me to eat your ass.' 

"I inched my cheeks back a few more inches. Now, they were only a fraction 
of an inch away from his lips. 'Yes, dear,' I replied. 'For some reason, 
I've always been more sensitive in my asshole than in my cunt. I've simply 
got to get attention in my rectum or go mad. That's why you see me squirm in 
class. I get the most terrific yen to feel a hot piece of cock flesh slide 
into my asshole. Oh, darling,' I blurted out, and I was almost bawling, that 
feels so good to me I can blow my cunt by just thinking about it.' 

" 'I don't know whether I can go through with it,' he said in a low, tense 
voice. He seemed hypnotized at the sight of my ass cheeks inching closer and 
closer to his mouth. He obviously wanted to move but appeared to be 
paralyzed. He was too much of a gentleman to offend me. And yet, at that 
particular moment, it was clear that anilingus was not his cup of sexual 
tea. He mumbled in an apologetic tone of voice, 'After all dear, that's 
where you-' he broke off unable to complete his thought. 

" 'Shit,' I supplied the forbidden word for him. 'That's where I shit. 
You're right, darling. That's exactly where it passes through. But since I 
had my last bowel movement, I've bathed, perfumed, and powdered that area. 
And especially my asshole. Smell it. You won't be disgusted. It'll even make 
you get a stiffer bone on.' 

" 'I can't,' he replied with finality. 'Just can't. Ask me to do anything 
else. I won't hesitate. But tongue your asshole?' He shook his head. 'That's 
not sex. It's perversion.' 

"There was no longer any alternative for me but to act on my impulse. And 
that impulse stung me into quickly pressing my ass hard against Tom's face 
before he could back away. This I did with a sudden thrust of my hips 
backwards. Tom was caught by surprise. The cheeks of my ass spread and 
engulfed his entire face between the cushions of flesh. 

"Before he could pull out, and that was his first overwhelming impulse, I 
reached back and grabbed hold of his head. 'Lay tongue in there!' I called 
back, excitedly. The contact between the cheeks of his face and those of my 
ass galvanized my entire body, every organ, every pore. My skin broke out 
with goose-pimples. 'Oh darling,' Fanny Trap pleaded, 'please use your 
tongue.' 

"For the first time in his life, Tom was being forced to make love to a 
-girl's ass. And I could well understand the turmoil storming through his 
mind. He was thirty, and that could be too late in age for him to acquire a 
taste for anilingus. His trembling fingers dug into the flesh of my 
buttocks, and at that instant, I couldn't be certain whether he was bracing 
to heave me away, or was trying to pull me closer to him. I made one final 
plea. 'Suck my ass, Tom. Please.- If you do, I'll fuck you any way you want. 
But please, darling, please eat my ass.' 

"There must have been a million nerves that ended in the area of my rectum. 
And each and every one of them was sending me frantic signals. They wanted 
attention. They craved the feel of a man's fleshy tongue. They begged for 
the heat of a man's stiff cock. Then, my darling Tom very slowly, very 
timidly, but definitely, slid his tongue out to make contact with my rectum. 
The relief of a suffering drug addict after a shot couldn't have been more 
intense. The fibers in every muscle of every organ in my body relaxed, and I 
heaved a sigh that shook my entire frame. 'Darling,' I called over my 
shoulder again. 'Don't be afraid. Eat it. Eat my ass. Then, fuck it. You 
won't regret it.' 

"I don't know whether Tom could hear me or not. His thoughts were quite 
preoccupied with the act of tonguing my ass. At that very moment, he was 
manfully demolishing every prejudice he'd ever conceived about the ugliness 
of a woman's hind end. And in place of those nasty, preconceived notions 
about such an act, he was filling his mind with a more positive attitude 
toward anilingus. It seemed to me now that he had reached a point where he 
was enjoying his duty which was fast becoming a pleasure. 

"Tom ran his tongue from the very base of the valley between the cheeks to 
the very top. Then, he retraced the path. On his trip downward, he used the 
under portion of his tongue, and as he moved up, he tongued me with the 
upper side of his nerve-studded piece of mouth meat. That sort of tongue 
sensation was almost sufficient to make me blow. In fact, the muscles of my 
vaginal walls commenced to pulsate. The tremor within my vagina could soon 
give way to a violent swell if I permitted myself to be carried away by the 
ass suck. But I steeled myself. I didn't want to blow, Not yet. 

"Tom felt me tense my muscles and stopped lapping my ass. I reached back and 
patted his face lovingly. 'Keep on sucking, darling,' I whispered. 'I love 
it!' 

"Tom was a fast learner. He warmed to the task of getting acquainted with my 
ass. I gently maneuvered my hips around until I knew the entrance to my anus 
was directly opposite the tip of Tom's tongue. Again, I felt him tense up 
and hesitate, 'Don't be afraid, darling,' I called out. 'Tongue my asshole. 
Shove it inside. Make me blow my guts.' And to assist my lover, I took hold 
of his head and pressed it forward. My lover's tongue jutted past the hairs 
around the entrance and then slightly slid into my anus. 

"That's when Tom pulled his face out of my ass entirely. I turned around and 
became even more excited to see his face drenched with his own salivary 
secretions as well as fluids that had been excited up from the depths of my 
rectal tube. I squirmed around and kissed him full on the lips, The liquid 
on his lips tasted sweet as honey. 'Delicious.' I murmured to show Tom my 
appreciation. 'Now what's the trouble, dear?' I asked. 'You've got to tongue 
inside my asshole to really make me happy.' I stroked his cheek. 'And you do 
want to make me happy?' 

" 'Yes,' he admitted. 'But your asshole is so small. No bigger than a 
pinprick.' He shook his head. 'I could never get my tongue down that hole.' 

" 'Just do as I instruct,' I said, 'and you'll be able to penetrate my 
asshole. And, sweetheart, you've got a natural talent for lapping ass. I 
know you really love it. But you won't let yourself admit it.' 

"Tom blushed. I had really hit the nail on the head. Tom was really enjoying 
the ass suck. But he was too bashful to admit it. At any rate, once he was 
assured of my total assistance, he once again assumed his position with his 
face between the cheeks of my ass. Once I felt the tip of his tongue 
brushing up against the entrance to the anal cavity, I reached back with 
both hands and seized Tom's head. I held him in such a way that lie couldn't 
move. Then, with a series of savage, darting movements I rammed my ass back 
and forth. Each time, Tom's tongue made contact with the hole. And each 
time, the hole became more moist and the rectal walls more pliable. Finally, 
his tongue managed to make a partial entry into my asshole. I almost hit the 
ceiling. For a brief instant, I thought that ten thousand volts of 
electricity had hit me. As the nerve coated tongue lapped against my nerve 
encrusted asshole, there were so many deliciously competing sensations that 
I thought my entire body was stuffed with a huge, wriggling tongue. 

"Now, my athletic sweetheart called upon his resources of perfect timing and 
muscular coordination to swing into a job of a perfect ass suck. He drove 
his tongue as deep as possible into my rectum, wriggled it a bit, then 
pulled it back. But as he pulled back, his lips kept biting the flesh of my 
ass cheeks. And he innovated different plunging techniques with each fuck of 
his tongue. Every muscle, organ, and bone in my entire body seemed to turn 
into a hot liquid which threatened to run out of my asshole. 

"And as my darling tongue-fucked my ass, I shoved several fingers into my 
cunt. I stroked my aching clitoris and slid a ringer exploringly into my 
vagina. We became a study in motion. As my fingers flew into various regions 
or my cunt, my hips churned and gyrated, my ass slammed up against Tom's 
face, his tongue shot tirelessly in and out of my asshole. 

"We soared to the heights of ecstasy in a quick and easy flight. When my 
mind and body were completely incapable of receiving another sensation, I 
blew my cunt, and mind as well. My vaginal walls fluttered, then spasmed, 
violently. A film of lust coated my eyes. Vaginal secretions as well as 
sexually induced liquids from my rectum flowed freely and unceasingly. Tom's 
face, therefore, was inundated with fluids that were ejected from both my 
cunt and asshole. But, undaunted, he continued to lap and swallow every 
drop. 

"With an effort, I moved my ass off Tom's face. My orgasm had weakened me, 
and the area around my asshole had become too sensitive for further 
attentions from an athlete's tongue. Besides, it was time for Tom to blow 
his nuts in my asshole. Or, if he preferred, he could finish his fuck inside 
my cunt. 'I want to feel my cock inside your asshole," Tom admitted. "This 
anilingus thing is something I really go for. Honey,' and he patted the bare 
cheeks of my ass, 'these things really turn me on.' 

" 'Are you sure you don't want to fuck my cunt?' I asked. 'I won't mind, 
now. I'm kind of sore in my asshole just now.' 

"Tom smiled. 'Suppose I start off with an asshole fuck, and wind it up with 
a blow in your cunt?' 

" 'Sounds groovy,' I murmured. "The best of both worlds. Okay, honey. Fuck 
me.' This time, I pulled the cushions off the couch and piled them on top of 
each other. There were three of them and I draped myself over them to 
elevate my ass in alignment with Tom's cock. Tom positioned himself on his 
knees behind my ass with its spread cheeks and gaping asshole. This time, 
there were no problems of entry. The saliva from Tom's mouth, and the 
secretions from my own rectal walls, had softened the walls up to a point 
where they were kind of spongy. Tom grasped a hold of each one of my 
buttocks and slid his long and hard athlete's tool between the flesh of my 
cheeks and into my anus. The initial contact of cock head and anal cavity 
made me shiver. The spot was still sensitive. But the pain was a pleasurable 
sort, and I shoved my hips back to encourage my lover to fill me with his 
blood-filled prick. And, as he pressed his cock forward and downward, he 
shoved my body harder against the cushions I was draped over. 

"I felt my clitoris slide out of its hiding place and, instinctively, I 
proceeded to rub it against the cushion as Tom banged my asshole. Literally, 
I was throwing a fuck against the cushion, while Tom was heaving his fuck 
into my asshole. This twin shock treatment, at first, numbed my entire body. 
Then, my flesh came alive with a sensation that "was completely alien to me. 
My heart smashed against the rib cage, blood pounded against my brain, my 
vision blurred, the flesh of my body became heated enough to sizzle. At 
least, I swore that it was sizzling. Tom's cock thudded in and out of my 
asshole, and every pore in my cunt opened like a flower in bloom to receive 
the sensations that were charging at it from every direction. 

"Then, I felt Tom's prick thicken and there wasn't a doubt he was only an 
instant sway from a blow. 'Fuck my cunt, too,' I called out in a wavering 
voice. But it was too late for the double fuck. My asshole had excited and 
heated Tom to such an extent that he had been unable to control the cock 
juices that had been dammed up within him for so long. And once I realized 
that he was going to blow, I let myself go, too. Tom's fingers clawed into 
the flesh of my ass cheeks as he lunged forward with one mighty heave of his 
cock. A gusher of hot, thick fluid jetted up my asshole and splashed up the 
cleavage between the cheeks. 

"And at that identical moment, I, too, blew my cunt. Tom pulled his 
softening- hose out of my asshole and fell backward on the floor, exhausted. 
I remained draped over the cushions, unable to move or even speak. I felt no 
stronger than a feather, and completely drained of all sensation. In short, 
Tom had completely satisfied me. He was the best asshole fucker I'd ever let 
in me. 

"Finally, I turned around and fell naturally into Tom's arms. Tm going to 
marry you,' he said, 'regardless of what anyone in this town thinks, and 
that includes my mother.' 

"Tom and I were married. For a while, there was a lot of gossip, but people 
eventually accepted us, as Tom accepted anilingus as a form of intercourse. 
He has the perfect timing and coordination of an athlete. And the 
imagination of a poet. A perfect combination for any man who wants to 
satisfy a girl with an asshole fuck." 

 Chapter Three: "Anal Sex Is More Fun" 

"All I have to do is think of a hot, stiff prick sliding into my asshole, 
and my cunt innards start to flutter. If I picture my ass getting lapped by 
a wet, energetic tongue, I'll come without even touching the little man in 
the boat.' As far as I'm concerned, and I'm a twenty-six-year-old woman who 
has been married twice, anal sex is the greatest. All a man has to do to 
make me is to hint he's hot after my asshole, and he can get it at his 
convenience. 

"It took me a long time to realize that anal sex is more fun. My mother was 
one of those merry widows who loved to get fucked, and often, by different 
men with different techniques. By thirteen, I had reached puberty and had 
started experimenting with my cunt and index finger, I soon located all the 
magic spots inside my cunt lips that I had to stroke and strum. But my first 
confrontation with man-woman sex was the night I inadvertently witnessed my 
mother getting fucked by one of her boyfriends. He was one of those guys 
that go for older women because he had to be at least twenty years younger 
than mom. But mom liked to play with all sorts of cocks, including the ones 
that belonged to momma's boys. 

"This guy was almost girlishly cute, and very much on the effeminate side. 
I'd heard some other boys taunt him by yelling 'queer' at him. At the time, 
I didn't know what they meant by calling a boy 'queer.' The night it 
happened, I was supposed to be in bed, asleep. But I crept down the stairs 
and peeked into the living room. Mom and this kid were on the sofa. And mom 
was certainly bringing out the male in him. However, he was still acting 
like a baby boy. 

"Mom was holding this boy in her arms. One of her great big tits was out and 
she was holding it for him. The kid had a nipple in his mouth and he was 
sucking and lapping the tit as though there was actually milk in it. I 
rubbed my eyes in disbelief. They were playing mother and baby son. Then, as 
I peered closer into the room, there was an added erotic touch to the 
mother-son charade. As the boy sucked on mom's tit, my mother was stroking 
his cock, which was a beauty. I'd seen pictures of the male penis before but 
never one in full erection. And no picture could do that boy's prick 
justice. Mom's fingertips raced back and forth along the penile shaft. Every 
now and then, she scratched, ever so lightly, the conical-shaped cock head. 
The head was bordered by a red streak but the actual flesh was a dark purple 
color. And mom couldn't tear her eyes off the bone-stiff tool. 

"With skillful fingers, mom started to completely undress the boy. Then she 
pulled her dress over her head and quickly revealed her naked body. Mom was 
a big-boned woman, tall, with plenty of tit and ass and long, strong, and 
shapely legs. Mom's cunt hairs were soft and fluffy as down and exposed the 
fact that she was a brunette and not a redhead, which was the impression she 
gave with her clothes on. But the contrast created an erotic effect. And I 
almost had to laugh out loud at the incredulous look on the boy's face as he 
kept his eyes fastened to her cunt. Then she turned around and let him soak 
in a good eyeful of a rear angle of her naked body. As I have already 
pointed out, mom had a lot of ass and it was all firm meat and curvy. She 
even reached back and pulled aside one of the ass cheeks in order to give 
him a look between the cheeks and up her asshole. 

"Watching the scene between mom and this exquisitely delicate lad, I could 
understand the reason for his fascination, even though she was much older. 
Mom exuded womanhood, or motherhood. She was all woman, and the kid probably 
felt comfortable with her. At any rate, the sight of all that naked, female 
flesh was too much for him. He grabbed hold of his cock and started to jack 
it off. When mom realized that he'd lost control of himself, she yanked his 
hand away from his joyprong and scolded him, but in a smiling, motherly way. 
"Mom doesn't want you lose that beautiful bone, dear,' she said. 'That 
belongs to me.' 

"The boy's face grew redly obscene. 'Cunt!' he breathed. 'Have to fuck your 
cunt or I'll blow.' 

" 'Take it easy,' mom said. 'You'll get your fuck. That's why I brought you 
home. But I want to find out more about your technique.' She asked bluntly, 
'How are you used to fucking girls?' 

"The boy's face grew even redder, and started to swell up as though he was 
choking. Finally, he muttered, 'I've never fucked a cunt.' 

"Mom looked surprised. 'But you told me you were experienced.' 

"The boy nodded. Shamefacedly, and almost in tears, he said, 'I've only 
fucked other boys.' 

" 'A queer,' mom hissed. 'I thought you looked swishy.' 

"The boy made a violent movement with his head. 'No, no,' he protested. 'I'm 
not really queer.' 

" 'A boy who has sexual relations with another boy is a fairy,' mom said, 
disappointedly. 'Why did you come home with me when you knew I needed a 
fuck?" 

" 'I do want to fuck you,' the boy kept on insisting. 'I'd like to explain 
about those boys I've fucked.' 

"Mom sat down in an easy chair opposite the boy. She spread her legs. The 
cunt hairs looked very black against her white belly. She dropped one hand 
over the bushy hairs and absentmindedly rubbed her clitoris. She was really 
hot for a fuck and at that moment had just about written off the gay boy. 
The boy watched her hand movements with keen interest. 'I'm listening,' mom 
reminded him. 

"The boy looked up. He wet his lips. The explanation would be a traumatic 
experience, but I'm sure he knew he'd have to make it if he wanted to fuck 
mom. He said, 'I've always been shy and backward around girls. I've wanted 
to fuck them. But every time I approached one, I'd freeze. And then they'd 
give me the brush-off for some big football hero, or a fast talker type. I'm 
neither athletic, nor am I a good talker. In fact, I get tongue-tied around 
a female.' 

"Mom nodded. "That's right. You were a bit re-served when I started talking 
to you.' 

"The boy said, 'I told a boyfriend of mine about my problem, and he said 
that whenever I got a bone on, he'd let me fuck his asshole. He really is 
queer. I'm not. I was just getting my rocks off that way.' His eyes dropped 
down below mom's waist again, and settled excitedly on her hairy cunt. 'I've 
dreamt about fucking a real cunt.' Then, he blurted out, 'Fucking and eating 
it!' 

"Mom smiled encouragingly. She had a live one after all. 'You mean you'd 
like to press your mouth against my cunt?' 

"For answer, and probably to atone himself, the boy fell on his knees and 
crawled over to the chair where mom was seated. Mom spread her legs even 
farther apart to accept him against her cunt. The boy fastened his lips to 
her outer cunt lips like a suction disk. Mom's mouth flew open but she 
didn't utter a sound. She was very surprised. Then, pleasure spread all over 
her face and tugged her lips back in a fixed, dreamy smile. The boy's 
experience as a queer had improved his sucking technique. And although he 
was an utter stranger with a female cunt, he soon learned about its anatomy 
with the help of mom. 

"Mom's clitoris was already stiff and exposed. She flicked it between his 
lips and the boy made a powerful suction force with his mouth and drew the 
entire clitoral area into his mouth. From where I was standing, I could 
detect his tongue movements, which were skillfully calculated to bring mom 
to a quick climax. 

"The boy's tongue was probing, and skillfully, for the most sensitive spot 
on mom's cunt tool. And he must have soon found it. Mom straightened, and I 
thought she was going to rocket through the ceiling. The boy grabbed hold of 
her around the waist and pulled her down hard on the chair again. If it 
wasn't for this quick action by the fast-thinking boy, he'd have momentarily 
lost contact with the cunt. But he had no intention of letting anything 
happen which would rob him of even a split second of lapping cunt. From the 
half-wild look on his face, I could tell that his entire being was charged 
with lust and even a sort of love for mom's cunt. This boy was no queer. He 
was no queer as far as his regard for a female cunt was concerned. But in a 
moment, I discovered that he still retained some of his homosexual ways. 

"The act of cunnilingus was hurtling toward the final impact of mouth on 
cunt. Mom's face had turned dark red, her lips were slightly parted, her 
eyes glassy, and her hips were grinding back and forth. Then, she arched her 
back, tightened her thighs against the boy's face, and gave one enormous 
thrust upward. Although the boy's face was imprisoned between mom's naked 
thighs, I knew cunt juices were spilling out of the crack and into his 
mouth. And I realized, too, that he continued to lap and swallow every drop 
that was being emitted. Finally, mom's entire body sagged, she opened up her 
thighs, and pushed the boy's face away from her moistened cunt. Her dark 
cunt hairs glistened with cunt juices. 

"The boy stood up. I could sense immediately that there was a transformation 
in his entire attitude. The climax had flooded him with confidence, and now 
there was no longer any doubt about his masculinity. 'Turn over,' he said 
gruffly in anything but a momma boy's tone of voice. 

"Mom, too, sensed the change in his bearing and attitude. He was in charge 
of the action now. And what he wanted had nothing to do with sucking on a 
tit like a little boy. 'I want my fuck,' he demanded. 'My way!' 

"Mom said, in a quiet and respectful voice. 'I'll give you your fuck anyway 
you want it, honey. Tell me what to do.' 

" 'On your elbows and knees,' the boy ordered. 

"Mom did as instructed, and the boy knelt down behind her. His stiff jutted 
out between his legs like a telephone pole. 'Dog-style suits me fine,' mom 
called over her shoulder. 

"But she was in for the surprise of her life. Instead of shoving his cock 
into her cunt, he slid it between her ass cheeks and into her asshole. For 
an instant mom looked paralyzed. But the boy hung on and rode her ass until 
he climaxed a loadful of cock cream which certainly must have flooded her 
asshole, splashing back down the flesh of her cheeks and wetting his belly 
and cock hairs as it did. 

"That scene of anal sex between my mom and her young boyfriend was to stay 
with me every time I had a fuck. It helped me over many a tough spot." 

Gladys T., twenty-five, a divorcee with two ex-husbands and three children, 
greatly preferred anal sex. Her compulsion for this form of sexual activity 
was the basis for conflict in both her marriages. At the time of her 
analysis, she was a single woman and was having trouble finding an eligible 
man as a husband because of her open desire for anal sex. Yet, she refused 
to change, or even fake a desire for the standard kind of man-woman sex act. 
She stated that her first two marriages had failed because she thought she'd 
win her husbands over to anal sex, but didn't. "When I marry again," she 
told the analyst, "my fianc is going to have to regard anal sex with the 
same joy that I do. Once you get used to it, it's much more fun than the 
other way." 

There were two incidents in the life of Gladys T, that greatly dominated her 
attitude toward sex in general and anal sex in particular. At the age of 
thirteen, she inadvertently witnessed a sex act between her widowed mother 
and a young boy. The sex acts indulged in by her mother and her mother's 
boyfriend included, among others, an act of anilingus. The boy also inserted 
his erected penis into the rectum of the woman, and then proceeded on to 
coitus. And just as important as the act, in influencing young Gladys, was 
the reaction of her mother toward this demonstration of anal sex. The older 
woman appeared to greatly enjoy the activities of the boy. After the boy had 
performed coitus in ano, the woman resorted to masturbating herself with a 
finger. 

The boy was a frequent caller at the home, and on every occasion Gladys 
managed to spy on his and her mother's activities. Although other sex acts 
were performed by the couple, they invariably finished up with anilingus. 
Eventually, the older woman grew so addicted to this form of sexual 
expression that she asked her young boyfriend to dispense with the other 
acts and concentrate solely on her rectum. The boy joyfully did as 
instructed. 

Gladys, during her analysis, described the look of "utter happiness" on the 
faces of the boy and her mother while they were engaged in acts of anal 
nature. "They loved it," she said. "And even though I was just a kid, and 
still a virgin, I normally began to associate great joy with a male prick or 
tongue inside a female's asshole." 

If Gladys had witnessed anal sex at a later date, past puberty, the chances 
are that the sight of the copulating couple wouldn't have made such a 
tremendous impact on her mind and sexual development. But puberty is the 
most impressionable period in the sexual development of both female and 
male. Changes of both a mental and physical nature are rapidly occurring, 
and any sexual experience, even a visual one, can greatly influence the 
direction of the sexual path one is likely to take in later years. In the 
case of Gladys, she witnessed an act of anilingus, and her mind became 
attuned to this sort of sexual expression, and the direction her sexual 
development took was one toward complete fulfillment in an anal manner. 

In his Basic Writings, Freud also referred to the age of puberty and its 
importance in the future sexual growth of the individual: 

The most striking process of puberty has been selected as its most 
characteristic; it is the manifest growth of the external genitals which 
have shown a relative inhibition of growth during the latency period of 
childhood. Simultaneously, the inner genitals develop to such an extent as 
to be able to furnish sexual products or to receive them for the purpose of 
forming a new living being. A most complicated apparatus has thus been 
formed for future use. 

This apparatus can be set in motion by stimuli, and observation teaches that 
the stimuli can effect it in three ways: from the outer world through the 
familiar erogenous zones; from the inner organic world by ways still to be 
investigated; and from the psychic life, which merely represents a 
depository of external impressions and a receptacle of inner excitations. 

In the case of Gladys, the analyst learned that the all-important stimulus, 
which Freud referred to, was "from the outer world through the familiar 
erogenous zones." And he also learned that this stimulus was visual in 
nature since it consisted of watching her mother engage in anal sex with a 
male admirer. 

Young Gladys, in her role of voyeur, became sexually excited by watching 
this first demonstration of overt sex. And this sort of excitement made her 
tense. Freud described this sort of tenseness. "The tension produced by 
sexual excitation is everywhere accompanied by pleasure; even in the 
preparatory changes of the genitals, there is a distinct feeling of 
gratification." And this feeling of gratification, Gladys associated with 
anal sex, and with no other type of sex act. Thus, according to Freudian 
concepts, Gladys was mentally turned toward anal sex at the age of thirteen. 

Another incident occurred in the life of the subject which almost assured 
her continuing preference for anal sex. At the age of eighteen, she engaged 
in sex with a clumsy and inept lover who damaged the sensitive membranes of 
her vaginal cavity. Gladys recalled the episode with clarity, and a certain 
amount of bitterness. 

"The son of a bitch who hurt me inside my cunt was like a wild man. Or, to 
be more accurate, like an enraged bull. He was on fire to fuck me in his car 
before I'd walk out on him. Hell, I had no intention of walking out. I 
wanted the fuck as much as he did. But he had had a few drinks. And alcohol 
to an eighteen-year-old kid was a powerful stimulant. We were both the same 
age, and he had been my date to the senior prom. 

"During the dance, he got jealous because I danced with some of the other 
guys and kind of played up to them. That made him sore and he drank more 
booze than he should've. Of course, they weren't serving liquor at a 
high-school dance, but every kid brought a bottle of his own. And by the 
time the prom ended, my date was plenty loaded. And sore! I had had a few 
drinks and was feeling pretty good myself. In fact, enough of the boys had 
felt me up, and I wanted a fuck. My cunt was sending me all sorts of 
signals, and all I could think of was hot cock. 

"We drove out to a deserted back road for our fuck. First, he started to 
fool around with my tits and tried to finger my cunt. He couldn't quite make 
it with all of my underthings. So, I stripped. It was a warm night, and I 
really wanted to enjoy the fuck. My boyfriend almost ripped off my clothes. 
Then, he pulled off his pants and shirt, The guy was hung like a stud horse. 
And the liquor he had consumed didn't affect his sexual ability because he 
didn't have any trouble at all with his stiff prick. 

" 'Give me my fuck!' he breathed at me. I could see his flushed face in the 
moonlight. And his breath stank like a brewery. 

" 'You'll get your fuck,' I assured him. 'But don't come on so strong. Take 
your time. We've got all night.' I caressed the bastard's face. 'Love me up 
first. Say sweet things to me. Every woman wants to hear things like that.' 
I took hold of his hand and pressed it against my cunt. 'I'll even let you 
kiss my cunt. That would tell me how much you love me.' 

" 'I want a fuck!' he kept insisting in his coarse voice. 'I didn't bring 
you out here to play around like some kid. And I'd just as soon kiss your 
ass as I would your cunt.' He pressed me against his naked body. 'Now, let 
me put it in.' 

"I pushed him back. Now, I was beginning to get sore. No girl wants a 
slam-bam fuck without the slightest reference to affection. But when he 
suggested kissing my ass, I threw it right back at him. 'Before I let you 
put it in,' I taunted, 'you have to kiss my ass.' 

"For answer, he grabbed me and pushed me on my back. I kicked and screamed, 
but he was very strong and managed to pull my legs apart. 'Lay still!' he 
screamed out. 'I'm going to fuck you whether you want it or not.' 

"The boy had too much to drink and, I guess, really wasn't responsible for 
his actions. Perhaps, a lot of it was my fault. I should have let him fuck 
me, helped him put it in. He kept heaving his battering ram at my cunt. But 
I managed to twist and squirm in such a way that I eluded the cock pole and 
the head slid harmlessly off my cunt hairs. Enraged, the sonofabiteh reached 
down and seized my cunt lips with his talonlike fingers. He pried them 
apart. I screamed bloody murder. But to no avail. He kept pulling and 
stretching my cunt lips. Then, something broke inside me, and I must have 
passed out, at least for a moment. 

"When I regained consciousness, the kid was on top, pounding away at my cunt 
with his bony weapon. I felt a hot, sticky fluid between my legs, which I 
later discovered was blood. He had ripped my cunt lips and damaged the 
delicate membrane in that area. The pain was excruciating. I pounded at his 
chest, and tried to scratch his eyes out. But nothing stopped him from 
completing his fuck. I could tell, from the look on his face and from the 
increased tempo of the fuck, that the cock juices were streaming toward 
exit. Finally, his prick erupted and the cream blew out and intermingled 
with the blood that was also oozing out from around my cunt. The boy finally 
pulled his softening cock out of my cunt, and when he looked down and saw 
the blood-I don't think I'll ever forget the look on his face-he sobered up 
la a hurry. 

"And those impressions of a cunt fuck have remained with me ever since that 
experience; the terrible pain I associated with a cock in a cunt, the sight 
and feel of hot blood, and the look of horror on the boy's face. Even today, 
the thought of a cock near my cunt makes me wince. 

"Prom that time on, I began to think of a fuck in my asshole as being more 
pleasurable, and much more fun. Mom had grown to love the feel of hot cock 
inside her asshole. And even before my bloody experience, I had probably 
craved an asshole fuck. But I wouldn't let myself admit it out loud. Now, 
everything was different. I craved sexual attention. But I simply couldn't 
take a cock inside my cunt again. The damage hadn't been serious. I knew it 
was all in my mind. But I couldn't erase the memory of that terrible night. 
As soon as my cunt healed, and I started to feel sexy again, I started to 
look for an asshole fuck. 

"It wasn't easy to find a man who would go for anilingus. I taught myself 
how to masturbate anally and became quite skillful at making myself climax. 
My anus gradually stretched to the point -where I could use any number of 
various artificial pricks, including my fingers. I found through 
experimentation that a carrot could induce a climax almost as well as a 
cock, although, of course, I craved the feel and warmth and tenderness of a 
man's naked body against mine. However, a carrot of the required dimensions 
could be inserted into my asshole, completely filling the entire cavity. 
Then, I'd jack it in and out as I masturbated. 

"I used various masturbatory techniques. Most of the time I'd strum my 
erected clitoris as I shoved the carrot in and out of my anal tube. Other 
times, I'd actually finger-fuck myself in the vagina in concert with the 
carrot fucking my asshole. Later, as I grew more adept at masturbatory 
techniques, and more daring in my experimentations, I could induce an orgasm 
that felt like a cannon explosion inside my body. 

"Anal masturbation really saved my life. But the best masturbatory 
techniques in the world can't compare with the feel of hot cock, the press 
of a naked male body, the whisperings of love talk that is so near and dear 
to a girl's heart. I wanted to be fucked by a man's prick! And I really 
didn't start to meet men who would try this type of sex until I became a 
female masseur in a massage parlor. Men, usually middle-aged, or much older, 
came in and wanted their bodies rubbed with oils and alcohol. All some of 
the men wanted was a massage. But others came in for a feel from a woman's 
hands and, if possible, a fuck. 

"I became adept at weeding out the ones who just wanted a rubdown, and those 
who wanted to be played with. My very first customer was a man who I sensed 
wanted a fuck. He was about forty years old, and still quite well preserved; 
tall, lean, with graying hair, and a quiet, introspective look about his 
face. It is almost impossible to guess a man's profession when he's naked. 
But from the feel of his delicately soft and manicured fingers, I guessed he 
was some kind of a wheel. Or a rich man who didn't" have to work. As it 
turned out from the casual conversation I plied him with, he was a 
librarian, and a bachelor. And I guessed that he was too damn shy to make 
out with women. He was really burning up for a fuck but was too reserved to 
show his feelings. 

"I decided I had a keg of potential dynamite on my hands. I felt positive 
that he'd fuck and tongue my asshole if I handled him with kid gloves. The 
two of us were in the room alone. The only furniture consisted of the 
massage table. 'Take off your clothes,' I said matter-of-factly. 

"My customer actually blushed. 'All of them?' he timidly asked. 

" 'Think of me as a nurse,' I said. 'I'm a physical therapist, really. And 
that's a kind of nurse. So, please, don't feel embarrassed.' 

"Slowly, he disrobed. I'd swear he never had a fuck in his life. And I knew 
he'd never shown his naked body to a woman before. Desperation must have 
driven him into my massage parlor. Finally, he was completely naked, and I 
appraised his potential. My eyes flickered casually over his nude manhood, 
but, actually, there wasn't an area on his body that didn't escape 
detection. 

"His cock was of a normal size with a lot of brownish cock hairs curling 
around the hose. His ass was well curved for a man, firm, with a few rectal 
hairs peeking out of the cleavage between the cheeks. His face blushed 
scarlet when he realized that I was sizing up his body. But I looked very 
professional and quickly told him to lie down on his stomach. The librarian 
climbed onto the massage table and stretched out on his belly. I stuck a 
pillow under his chin to make him feel more comfortable. A relaxed man can 
get a bone on easier than a tense one. And this guy was shy and filled with 
all kinds of hang-ups. I wondered about the technique I should employ on 
such a bashful man, who was probably still a virgin. 

"However, when I looked down at him and drank in the loveliness of his 
shapely, virginal ass, I lost all sense of decorum. I doused his back with 
oil and spread it over and in between the cheeks of his ass. At first, I 
worked in a languid manner, letting my fingers crawl all over his back until 
they worked down toward the small of his back. 

"When my fingertips slithered over the flesh of his ass, his body tensed and 
he had to fight down the impulse to get a hard on. I couldn't suppress my 
smile, for now I knew I was working slowly but surely toward a delicious 
asshole fuck. This timid, little bachelor would be extremely pliable if 
handled with care. And the right way to handle such a case consisted of 
kneading the flesh of his ass, pulling the cheeks apart, letting them spring 
back together. Then, at last, I dipped a finger into his asshole. 

"The bachelor gasped. 'Something wrong?' I asked, casually. 

"He was about to say something, but then, timidly backed down. 'No,' he 
mumbled. 'Guess you know what you're doing.' 

" 'Yes,' I said, emphatically. 'What I'm doing is exactly right for you. 
Relax.' 

"He nodded and did try to relax more. The muscles in his back softened. But 
when I stroked his ass cheeks again, he tensed. Now, I was positive. This 
bachelor was as sensitive in his anus as I was. He probably never realized 
this fact before since his sexual experience was probably limited. I decided 
to try one more experiment before plunging on with my plan of attack. I 
spread the cheeks of his ass as far apart as possible and drove a finger 
into the asshole with a force that thrust it to my very knuckles. 

"This time, he yanked his head back and uttered a sobbing, wrenching cry 
that came roaring up from the very depth of his being. 'No!' his quivering 
voice called out. But I didn't pay any attention to him, I was convinced I'd 
struck the right button in the right way, and I continued squirming my 
finger around deep inside his anus. Then I pulled it out and, before he 
could protest further, ripped apart the cheeks of his ass and 'buried my 
face between the fleshy cushions. More screams ripped out of his throat, but 
I paid them no attention. Once my face was being caressed by both of his 
cheeks, I drove my tongue out as far as possible and rammed it straight into 
the cavity. 

"The oils that I had already liberally applied to his back and asshole had 
stretched the walls of his rectum. At least, they were more pliable now. My 
tongue encountered no obstacle as it fell down the passageway. This 
particular position charged my blood and flesh with a relentless lust that 
cried out for satiation. What excited me to the breaking point, almost, was 
the way my face was trapped between the cheeks of his ass. My every instinct 
compelled me to drive my tongue in and out of his asshole with a mounting 
fury. 

"I almost gagged on the mixture of my salivary juices and the massage oil 
that filled my mouth. But there was an exotic fragrance to this brew of oil, 
saliva, and asshole secretions which enabled me to swallow the liquid with 
increasing zest. The tenseness and initial mental shock slowly drained out 
of the bachelor's body, and he remained limp and receptive to my attacks. 
With his resistance demolished, I knew the time had arrived for me to 
consummate my asshole fuck. 

"I ordered him to turn over on his back. He did as instructed, and I was 
greeted by the sight of a magnificent erection which I now gazed at with 
open admiration. 'Who have you been saving this beauty for?' I asked, and 
took hold of it in my fist. He sighed at the touch of my hand enclosing his 
prick shaft. 

" 'Have always been too tongue-tied to score with a girl,' he said, 
shamefacedly, 'But I've jacked off all my life.' 

" 'And you came here hoping you'd get fucked,' I said reading his mind. 

" 'But never dreaming I would,' he admitted. 'Never dreaming I'd meet a 
wonderful girl like you.' This was probably the closest he'd ever come to 
making love to a woman in his entire life. And I felt touched by his candid 
confession. 

"I couldn't help kissing him on the mouth. 'Darling,' I told him, 'I need a 
fuck, too. I guess everyone does, although many won't be honest, and admit 
it.' 

" 'But I really don't know how to fuck,' this forty-year-old virgin 
admitted. 

" 'I'll do all the work,' I assured him. 'Besides,' I added with a smile, 
"you're going to fuck my asshole. I love anal sex. It's a lot more fun that 
way.' 

" 'Anal sex?' he repeated with a puzzled look on his face. 'I loved your 
tongue in my asshole. But how will I come that way?? 

"I kept stroking his bulging cock. 'Just keep this thing stiff,' I said, 
'and I'll show you how. And don't worry. You'll blow your nuts before I'm 
through with you.' 

"He sighed. 'You can do anything you want to me.' 

"Quickly, I straddled the massage table, and assumed a position with my back 
toward my timid client-the sixty-nine position, as it is commonly called. My 
face was in the direction of his cock. His face was in striking range of my 
cunt and ass. In fact, it was now possible for him to lap both my cunt and 
asshole, simultaneously. This would be strong medicine for a lonely bachelor 
who had never before fucked a woman. But if he was initiated into the sexual 
rites correctly the first time, he'd have the correct attitude toward sex in 
the future. It was going to be sink or swim. He was too old a virgin to coax 
along through various stages of sexual activity. I was going to throw the 
entire book of sexual conduct at him. And if he didn't make a passing grade, 
he could revert to his solitary pleasure of masturbation without doing 
anybody any harm. In the next few minutes, we'd both discover whether or not 
he had any manhood within him. 

"The massage table was fortunately wide and strong enough to support both of 
our bodies. My knees straddled the man's hips, and my head dipped down 
between his legs. If manhood was determined by the dimensions and texture of 
a man's stiff prick then my bachelor client was all man. His cock had 
erected and was now slanted at an angle that was perfect for my mouth 
treatment, I gazed fondly at the instrument for just a moment before I 
started the assault. The head was shaped like those enormous, cone-slanted 
sun helmets worn by Chinese peasants. But instead of straw, the texture of 
the skin was soft, porous, and alive. It was stained a dark purple color and 
the surface pulsated from the movement of blood just below. I pinched the 
eye of the cock head open and peered down the narrow cavity. One solitary 
drop of yellowish fluid oozed out of the hole and spread out over the head, 
making it glisten all the more intensely from the liquid. 

"Without wasting another instant, I engulfed the entire cock, head and 
shaft, with my mouth. As my lips enclosed the meat, I sensed the flesh 
expand to even greater dimensions. And the heat that radiated from this 
pulsating, living piece of meat almost seared the roof of my mouth. As far 
as I was concerned, the heat from his cock was more intense than a blast 
furnace. 

"The bachelor cried out in ecstasy, for his wild-eat dreams were now being 
realized. 'What am I supposed to do?' he asked in a quivering voice that was 
humble and yet determined to please me. 

"For answer, I merely shoved the cheeks of my ass hard against his face. My 
fleshy cheeks spread apart like sliding doors and his face entered the 
valley of rear-end love. I felt the wiry hairs around the entrance to my 
anus crinkle up against his lips, eyes, and the cheeks of his face. This was 
the most severe test I could possibly give to this loveless bachelor. In the 
past, many experienced lovers had pulled their faces out of my ass, and 
loudly protested as to the abnormality of my demands. They were weak-livered 
scum whom I gladly kicked out of my bed. If my asshole isn't good enough to 
eat, then my cunt isn't good enough for them to fuck. But my darling lonely 
bachelor didn't even utter a single whisper of protest. 

"Once he found his head trapped between the cheeks of my ass, I heard him 
sigh as though he was fulfilling a lifelong ambition: to suck a woman's ass. 
He was a natural-born anal lover. At the realization of my find, my heart 
leaped into my mouth and I couldn't slow down my heartbeat. It had been over 
a year since I had felt the silky sensuousness of a man's tongue lapping my 
ass. And now, my bachelor rolled out his tongue and commenced to lick my 
ass. At first, he was very timid. But when I signaled my encouragement for 
such treatment, he grew increasingly bolder. Finally, he broke all 
restraints and heaved his inhibitions off the massage table. He became all 
man. Or, I should say, he became, as far as I was concerned, all tongue. 

"My signals were quickly understood. As he debated the wisdom of actually 
sucking the cleavage between my cheeks, I compressed them against the sides 
of his face. Then, I relaxed the tightened muscles and flung the cheeks 
apart again. In this manner, I drew his face even deeper within the valley. 
And when his tongue darted out, I kept up this tightening and relaxing 
action until he picked up the code and understood what was expected of him. 
Thus, I was able to guide his tongue to the most sensitive areas. The single 
most sensitive spot in the entire apparatus was, of course, the anus. Here 
was the. receptacle for a network of nerve endings. And my plan was to tease 
him into an ever-in-creasing fury that would drive him to assault this hole 
with a flurry of tongue, lips and teeth. 

"Every now and then, I offered him a taste of cunt. That was the crowning 
glory of the sixty-nine position. My lover was always within striking 
distance of both ass and cunt. As long as he was using his tongue as a 
brush, there wasn't any reason why he couldn't paint a few strokes across my 
pussy. The feel of a tongue up my cunt excited me. The cock is what I 
couldn't tolerate inside the love box. But my virgin bachelor was doing a 
wonderful job in both places. And I sensed that he sort of leaned toward 
anilingus in preference. The thought that he was magnetized by my ass sent 
waves of excitement pulsating throughout my body. 'Okay, baby,' I called 
back over my shoulder. 'If you want my ass, then it's all yours.' I raised 
up on my knees, spread the cheeks of my ass over the head of his cock and 
slowly lowered myself until the cock head made entry into the anal cavity. 

"The walls of my asshole were already well lubricated from my lover's 
tongue. The cock head made an easy entry into the anal tube. Then, I 
straightened my body and with a grunt sat down hard on the entire, and by 
now greasy, prick. The bone slid up my ass easily and stuffed the entire 
cavity with hot, pulsating cock meat. I couldn't help shouting aloud and 
quite gleefully, 'That feels so good, lover!' And without another word, I 
started to slide up and down the flesh rod, which fit perfectly into the 
cavity. Fluids spilled out of my asshole and slithered down the penile 
shaft. My lover quickly entered into the spirit of the asshole fuck. All he 
could see was my back and the cheeks of my ass on either side of his cock 
pole, so he grabbed my ass flesh and kneaded his fingers all over the cheeks 
as though they were made of dough. 

"But one of his hands caressing my ass cheeks was sufficient. I had a more 
important duty for his other hand. Seizing it, I guided it around in front 
of me and clamped it over my cunt. The poor darling was so inexperienced. He 
hadn't the slightest idea about finger-fucking techniques. There wasn't a 
better time to teach him, though. I squeezed my clitoral head between his 
thumb and index finger. During the first few tries, the clitoris slithered 
out of his grasp, but finally he caught on to the technique. As I rode his 
cock with my asshole, I gyrated my hips in such a way that his finger 
naturally stroked my clitoris. His eyes appeared to be hypnotized by the way 
my ass jiggled like bowls of jelly as I slid up and down the cock pole. 

"All of the fuses had been lit and were burning rapidly inside my body. As 
much as I wanted to prolong this sort of fuck, I was helpless. Every fiber 
of every nerve in my entire body ached for release. The walls of my cunt 
started to flap uncontrollably. Then, violent muscular spasms almost tore my 
body apart as an inner explosion ripped a hole in the wall that had kept my 
sexual fluids restrained. Now, a river of cunt juices flooded toward the 
exit. I looked down with wide-eyed fascination to watch my cunt fluids drip 
out of my cunt slit, over my hairs and thighs. 

"Exhausted, I pitched forward and released the bachelor's prick from my 
asshole. I felt like a rubber tire after a blowout. I turned around and 
handed my lover a towel to wipe the secretions from my asshole. But then I 
realized that he still had a king-size bone on. I had been so concerned with 
my own blowoff that I had completely forgotten about him. And since he had 
never come with a woman before, he naturally had a lot more inhibitions to 
overcome than the average guy I fucked. When he saw me looking at his still 
erect penis, he said apologetically, Tm sorry. But I'm not used to having a 
climax with a female partner. Usually I jack off, and have no feeling of 
restraint.' He stammered. 'I think with a little more of your fucking 
movement up and down the bone, I'd have shot out my load.' He sighed. 'I 
just needed more time.' 

" 'I'll blow you with my mouth,' I quickly offered. 'I'll give you my 
undivided attention, and you can take all the time you need to come. I love 
the taste of a hot cock in my mouth. Especially after it's just been fucked 
by my asshole.' 

"But, to my surprise, he said with emphasis, 'No. I did my duty to you. Now, 
you do your duty to me.' 

" 'What kind of duty?' I asked, suspiciously. 

" 'Cunt,' he breathed, excitedly. Flecks of spittle crawled out of the 
corners of his mouth. 'Cunt!' he repeated, emphatically. 'I want to fuck it. 
I've dreamt about it for years. Jacked off thinking about it. Now, I want 
it. Must have it!' he added in a voice that would tolerate no opposition. 
The timid bachelor had grown up almost like magic. 

" 'But I thought you enjoyed screwing my asshole,' I said in a surprised 
tone. 

" 'That's okay for a starter. But it's your cunt I'm after. Now, lay down on 
your back.' 

"I did as commanded. But the result was a disaster. I ached for weeks after 
the fuck. 

"I married twice. Each time, I tried to convert my husband to anal sex. They 
tried. But neither was able to overcome his prejudice against this kind of 
sex. 

"I'm single now. But I'm still looking for a husband I can convince that 
anal sex is more fun." 

 Chapter Four: "Anal Sex Is Safer" 

"When you're eighteen years old and just married, and come home for lunch 
with a bone on, there's only one place to put it-your wife's cunt. My 
seventeen-year-old wife Dottie called this sort of action a "noonday fuck 
break.' Now, that I'm older and think back of all the dangers a cunt 
presented, my blood chills. That's the reason I switched over to anal sex 
and have never regretted it. The anal fuck is safer and is just as good when 
it comes to cracking my nuts. 

"When I was first married, I was flat-ass broke. Getting Dottie knocked up 
would have been a disaster. But then, I was living from hard on to hard on. 
And when you're hot to blow, you can't think of anything else but cunt. 

"One day I came home for lunch just bursting for a fuck. The first thing 
that greeted my eyes was the sight of my naked wife climbing out of the 
bathtub. 'Going shopping this afternoon,' she explained, 'so I thought I'd 
freshen up.' 

"I stared hungrily at the body of my naked bride. Dottie was still maturing. 
The swelling cheeks of her ass and her burgeoning tits pulled my prick to 
instant erection. Dottie eyed the bulge in my trousers between my legs. 
"There isn't time for a fuck, now,' she said, hastily. 'By the time you have 
lunch, and everything... Now, you just cool it until tonight.' 

"I shook my head. 'Shouldn't have waved that beautiful cunt at me,' I said. 
'I've got to fuck it!' 

"Dottie's cunt was beautiful as far as I was concerned. The only part of her 
body that already had attained a full state of maturity was the genital. The 
blonde cunt hairs were fine as silk and bushy. I caught my breath at the 
thought of our previous fuck. My black, wiry cock hairs had snatched 
excitedly at the blonde cunt hairs. And when I had raised my pelvis during 
the fuck, the hairs, cock, and cunt, remained entangled. As they pulled 
apart, shivers of lust raked my entire body. And I slammed my prick down 
hard again to get our hairs intertwined once more. 

"All of that flashed through my mind as I stood in the bathroom door eyeing 
my naked wife. 'But I haven't taken any precautions,' Dottie kept on 
insisting. 'I don't want to get pregnant. We can't afford it. We can hardly 
feed ourselves.' 

" 'I won't knock you up,' I maintained. But I said that automatically, 
without any real meaning. Last month, when Dottie was a couple days late 
with her period, I'd built up a sweat. But when you've got a bone on and are 
inflamed for a fuck, everything, including all sorts of dangers, fade into 
the background. I unzipped my fly and exposed the already reddened cock bone 
to Dottie's blue, appraising eyes. 

"Despite her protestations and objections to a noonday fuck, she looked 
pleased. 'Oh, honey,' she breathed, 'did I do that to you?' Dottie was vain 
about her physical effect on me. 

" 'All I have to do is think of your cunt,' I assured her, 'and I cream my 
pants.' 

"She reached over and started lazily to stroke my penile shaft. 'Wouldn't 
want you to lose all that beautiful stuff in your pants. The feel of that 
hot spray shooting up my cunt is enough to curl my toes.' 

"That did it! The next thing I knew, I'd grabbed hold of her nude body and 
was squeezing it up against my aching stiff. Dottie's fist tightened around 
my shaft and she commenced to rub the head up and down against the slit of 
her cunt. The feel of my cock head against cunt flesh and cunt hairs 
weakened my knees and stiffened my fingers like talons which dug into her 
flesh. My breath felt hot and my words came out slurred with lust. 'Won't 
knock you up, hon. I promise. But let me put it in. Let me fuck your cunt.' 

"The friction of cock and cunt was having its effect on Dottie, too. Her 
eyes grew round and clear as unblemished agates. And she started to nibble 
at my lips and bite my tongue. All the while, she continued to stroke my 
cock head against her cunt with short, jabbing moves. I felt her cunt lips 
slide apart and the tip of my cock head caress her inner cunt meat. Beads of 
moisture from deep within her vagina oozed out the slit and burned into the 
flesh of my cock head. 'Oh, baby,' I moaned, 'I've just got to fuck you. 
I'll be careful. I promise.' 

"Dottie sent one hand to curve over the cheeks of my ass and dig a finger 
into my asshole. 'Yes, you've got to be careful,' she said. But there was no 
longer any resistance in her lust-flushed face. 

" 'I'll wear a rubber,' I mumbled, not sounding very convincing. I'd have 
just as soon jacked off as wear a sensation number like the rubber overcoat. 

"Dottie didn't think much of the idea herself. 'No,' she replied, 'that's 
out. But when you feel yourself about to come, pull out. Blow your nuts off 
on the bed between my legs.' 

"I didn't know whether or not I'd have that kind of stamina. The most 
exciting part was sending a river of cock cream charging up Dottie's cunt. 
'Okay,' I agreed. 'Anything. But time's wasting. Let's fuck!' 

"I tore off my clothes and probably broke the record for a man undressing. 
Then, as though everything had been prearranged, I sat down on the toilet 
and let Dottie straddle me. For one breathtaking second, her beautiful, 
hairy cunt was poised over my throbbing prick. She seemed to take delight in 
tantalizing me. More female vanity. A slight smile pulled back her full lips 
as she looked into my face. The excitement and lust for the fuck, which she 
saw in my eyes, mouth, and every other feature, excited her. At last, I 
couldn't stand another instant of such torture. My hands stabbed through the 
air, grabbed hold of her hips and pulled them down. Her already moistened 
cunt lips slid open easily as my cock head pierced the entrance. Then, the 
entire pole disappeared into the hair-framed valley of love. 

"That first moment, when cock was completely sheathed in cunt, was almost 
the most rapturous, The feel and smell of cunt was all pervading. Nothing 
else existed except cunt, tits, ass. The rest of the world, including my 
crummy, two-bit job, didn't exist. We were alone in a world of our own 
making. Dottie raised herself up a bit and let the walls of her cunt slide 
over my penile shaft. But she didn't stand up high enough to completely 
disengage cock from cunt. The bulbous cock head remained buried in the 
gaping, hot crevice. 

"Then, I seized her hips again and brought her down with a thud. As Dottie's 
cunt slid down the pole again, I arched my pelvis and was able to propel my 
cock higher up into the love cavity. Our two bodies slammed together with a 
fleshy thud. Our eyes blinked, and we gasped in unison as our genital hairs 
became entangled. This movement was repeated, but with increased tempo. 
Again and again, cock slid in and out of cunt, cunt and cock hairs clutched 
at each other and then were disentangled. My fingers dug into the flesh of 
Dottie's ass cheeks, her back, her tits, her belly. And never at any time 
did Dottie's mouth leave mine. The flesh of our lips seemed fused together 
by the heat of our bodies and the strength of our lust. 

"But as cock juices began to rumble within me and started their flow toward 
the cock head, a modicum of common sense snapped me back to reality. I was 
going to blow inside of Dottie's cunt. I was going to knock her up. We had 
taken absolutely no precautions of any nature. And in the 
woman-straddling-man position, it was almost impossible to disengage during 
the last few seconds of the fuck. Not only would it take too much willpower, 
but it was almost physically impossible to pull out and splash my semen 
harmlessly away from the gaping cunt. And already the cream inside my body 
was hurtling toward the head of my prick with a demonic fury that could not 
be slackened. Dottie, too, was hovering on the precipice of climactic 
explosion. All of her senses were attuned only to lust. She really couldn't 
see or even hear me. Her inner self was awhirl like a lascivious cyclone, 
and calm or reason wouldn't be restored until the explosive orgasm had 
diminished within her the forces that were tearing her apart. 

"The cheeks of her ass jiggled violently as she rode with mounting fury the 
greasy cock bone. I screamed out, 'I don't want to blow inside your cunt. 
Stop it! Stop fucking for a minute!' 

"But she didn't hear me. It was up to me, alone, to avert a disaster that 
could be ruinous to both of our lives. With a strength inherent in all 
desperate men, I threw my arms around the waist of my wife and lifted her 
bodily up into the air. Her cunt slid off my cock bone. And just in time. 
The very instant the head was free of cunt, a geyser of cream sprayed the 
air, the droplets landing harmlessly over the naked thighs of my wife, and 
all over my belly as well. 

"Dotty, too, was coming, but I paid her no heed. The strength drained out of 
me and, as I released my hold, Dottie crumpled to the floor. She, too, was 
utterly exhausted. And frustrated. Tears welled up in her eyes. 'It's no 
good that way,' she complained. 'I've just got to feel the cock juice 
blasting up my cunt. I've got to feel the wetness of your manhood. That's 
what makes me a woman. If you're going to pull out just before you blow 
inside me, I'd rather jack off with a finger. And that was never any damned 
good!' 

"I stood up and pulled Dottie to her feet. Tm sorry, hon,' was all I could 
say. And it sounded meaningless and foolish. Dottie didn't want pity. She 
wanted action. Cock action. And plenty of it. And she didn't want to worry 
about getting knocked up. She was allergic to the pill, as we discovered 
before we were married. And everything else we tried put a damper on the 
actual fuck. 

"As I caressed my wife's body and attempted to soothe her feelings of 
frustration, my hands slid over the curvy cheeks of her ass. Instinctively, 
one of my fingers buried itself in her asshole. Gobs of cock cream had slid 
into her asshole and she felt greasy. 'Bend over a bit while I wipe your 
ass,' I instructed. 

"It was when I was running the towel back and forth within the crease, that 
an idea hit me like a tornado. Tour asshole,' I said joyfully. 'Why don't I 
fuck your asshole? It's safe there. And I'll get plenty of friction to crack 
my nuts.' 

"But Dottie protested. 'I can't have an orgasm in there,' she said. 'What 
would I get out of such a fuck?' 

"I refused to be discouraged. 'Once you feel my cock slide into that tight 
asshole of yours, you'll get hot enough to finger your cunt to a beautiful 
blow. You'll be well satisfied.' 

"But Dottie was still unconvinced. 'An asshole fuck,' she said, frowning. 
'Sounds weird to me.' 

"I pleaded. 'Try it. Just once. The headaches we'll save about getting 
knocked up will be well worth the effort.' 

"I'll try anything once,' Dottie shrugged. But she still looked very 
skeptical." 

The sexual problems encountered by the young married couple were by no means 
unique. Mike and Dottie L. were twenty and seventeen years old, 
respectively. They were very much in love, very poor, and already in debt. 
Mike's job paid very little and could not even be relied on as a permanent 
source of income. They lived in constant fear of unwanted pregnancy. Dottie 
was allergic to the pill, and the various other contraceptives proved 
inadequate and cumbersome. But both Mike and Dottie were a lusty couple who 
required sex many times a week. In their first months of marriage, it was 
not uncommon for them to experience coitus several times a day. The need for 
copulation for this couple was intense. Both were young, vigorous, and 
highly sexed. But the fear of an unwanted pregnancy filled the 
post-copulation hours and days with a terrible dread. The worry of pregnancy 
became so acute that they even considered abstinence. However, their 
passions always returned, and this resolve was quickly discarded. 

Finally Mike and Dottie decided upon anal sex. The use of the female anus by 
Mike could produce an orgasm. And, during the copulatory period, Dottie used 
several sophisticated ways to masturbate. Can an orgasm produced in such 
ways be totally satisfying? Since sex is such an intensely subjective 
experience, there can be no all-inclusive answer to the question. However, 
an understanding of the orgasmic experience can shed light on the intensity 
of the anally produced orgasm. McCarey wrote that "no matter what techniques 
are employed or how intense the enjoyment is, the ultimate goal is an 
orgasm." 

McCarey went on to give an insight into the orgasmic experience. He stated: 

An orgasm is a highly pleasurable, tension-relieving, seizure-like response 
that is the summit of physical and emotional gratification in sexual 
activity... The particular arousal that leads to an orgasm involves a marked 
rise in blood pressure and pulse rate faster and deeper breathing, 
engorgement of special tissues with blood, and finally, an explosive release 
of muscular and nervous tension. This release is followed by a rather quick 
return to the normal or nonstimulated state. The subjective sensation of 
orgasm is centered in the pelvic region for both men and women: the penis, 
prostate, and seminal vesicles in men; and the clitoris, vagina, and uterus 
in women. 

The orgasm is a short-lived experience (usually about three to ten seconds) 
that has an intensity many find difficult to understand. However, if another 
body need-for example, hunger-were to be satisfied in an equally short 
period of time, perhaps a similar intensity of reaction would be 
experienced. What would the sensations be of satisfying all the tensions of 
a powerful hunger for food in a period of five to ten seconds, rather than 
in the twenty to thirty minutes that consuming a meal ordinarily takes? 

The works of the two best known and most influential sex research teams-the 
late Alfred Kinsey and his co-workers of the Institute for Sex Research, 
Indiana University, and William H. Masters and Virginia Johnson of the 
Reproductive Biology Research Foundation, St. Louis, Missouri-have 
emphasized the similarities, not the differences, between male and female 
sexual behavior and response. Both research groups conclude that there are 
few dissimilarities between male and female orgasm, the most noticeable 
difference being, of course, that male orgasm is accompanied by ejaculation. 

Scientists in the sex research field have concluded that the female is 
equally as capable of achieving an orgasm by anal stimulation as the male. 
And, according to McCarey, the intensity or the enjoyment of the orgasm is 
not the ultimate goal. "The ultimate goal is an orgasm." An anally produced 
orgasm is considered by sex researchers as neither abnormal nor perverse. 
According to science, as long as an orgasm is achieved, the technique is 
immaterial. 

However, the scientific seal of approval on anal coitus does not necessarily 
make it palatable to all practicing couples. There are problems of a mental 
nature that must also be overcome. Again, according to McCarey: 

Despite their capacity for orgasm, the unfortunate fact remains that women 
do not... reach orgasm as easily as men. Psychological blocks would seem to 
make the difference. This explanation is understandable in the light of the 
training and taboos society inflicts on a girl for the first twenty years or 
so of her life. Many attitudes that are archaic, if not downright 
fallacious... set the stage for sexual conflicts in both marriage partners, 
but especially in women. Another powerful inhibitor to a woman's orgasm is 
her fear of becoming pregnant. 

By reverting to anal sex, Mike and Dottie removed the "pregnancy fear" 
inhibitor. They encountered other problems, however. As McCarey put it, 
"psychological blocks." Dottie had been raised to believe that anal sex was 
a perverse and disgusting act. But, her fear of pregnancy prodded her to 
rise above such prejudices. 

"Fortunately, Dottie's mother heard about our problem and came over to help. 
Sue, Dottie's mom, was in her forties, divorced, quite attractive, and was 
always changing boyfriends. The men chased after her because she was such a 
good sport and, as I was about to discover, a terrific fuck. There wasn't 
anything she didn't know about sex. And that included anal sex. "There's 
nothing wrong with it,' she told Sue. 'It's all in the mind. Just keep 
telling yourself it's the greatest. And, personally, I think it is. The 
first time I felt a tongue up my ass, I thought I'd hit the ceiling, it felt 
so good.' 

" 'But I don't know what I'm supposed to do while Mike's fucking my 
asshole,' Dottie complained. 'How do I make myself come?' 

" 'To tell the truth,' I admitted with great reluctance, 'I don't know how 
to handle an asshole fuck.' 

" 'Then it's time you learned,' Sue said. There was an aura of sexuality 
about the woman. She was tall and still shapely and I had trouble keeping my 
eyes off her ass and tits myself. Lately, she had dyed her hair blonde which 
made her more sexy looking than ever. 'My latest boyfriend is an expert at 
anal love,' she explained. 'A colored boy by the name of Larry. He's coming 
over tonight. Ordinarily, I don't care for an audience. But sex isn't 
anything to be ashamed about. And if it will help Dottie, I'm agreeable to 
let you watch Larry handle himself. These colored boys can't keep out of a 
white woman's ass.' 

"Larry turned out to be a twenty-year-old kid and the blackest colored boy 
I'd ever seen. He was a short, wiry fellow, and judging by the bulge between 
his legs, well hung. His dark face brightened at the prospect of an 
audience. Apparently, he was something of an exhibitionist. 

"Both Dottie and I gasped when Larry undressed and turned to face us in the 
nude. He had the blackest, thickest, and longest prick I'd ever seen 
attached between a man's legs. No wonder Sue was crazy about him. His balls 
hung loosely down and actually resembled a pair of tits. And while his skin 
was black, his cock hairs were even blacker. At first glance, they were 
imperceptible. But as your eyes grew accustomed to the blackness, the hairs 
defined themselves around the cock. They were short, wiry, and looked sharp 
enough to tear a person's skin. I felt positive that Sue had scratched the 
cheeks of her face as she sucked his Cock. The cheeks of his ass curved 
nicely and glistened in their blackness. There wasn't an ounce of fat on his 
body. His legs were short and muscular. This boy also radiated a certain 
sexuality. 

"When Larry observed that Dottie and I were admiring his black, naked body, 
his prick commenced slowly to rise until the bone slid out to full erection. 
The head of Larry's circumcised cock resembled the top of a very black 
umbrella. The penile shaft wasn't quite as black, but was rather a sort of 
grayish black. But the nuts were blacker than the feathers on a raven. And 
those cock hairs curled up like so many scimitars. In its flaccid state, 
Larry's cock had to be about eight inches in length. But now, in full 
erection, he resembled a stud horse whose nostrils were filled with the 
scent of a mare's cunt in heat. Sue grabbed hold of the shaft. 'Isn't it a 
beauty?' She smiled. 'And he knows how to use it,' she added, boastfully. 

"Sue's white skin and bleached blonde hair presented an erotic contrast to 
the short, very dark black man. My eyeballs felt as though they were going 
to split out of their sockets. Dottie, too, couldn't tear her eyes off the 
monstrous, black prick. I asked, 'How is he ever going to insert that thing 
inside your rectum?' 

"Sue said, 'Every time Larry fucks me, I wonder that myself. But he always 
manages to get it in. And I always love it.' 

" 'But how do you orgasm?' Dottie asked. 

"Sue smiled. 'Just watch Larry's technique very closely. And keep your eye 
on my cunt, too. It takes practice. But eventually you'll get to enjoy anal 
sex. And any bother is worth an unwanted pregnancy.' 

"Dottie and I sat down in chairs arranged alongside the bed. Sue and Larry 
climbed onto the mattress where the white and black naked bodies were drawn 
together, seemingly welded by the intense heat that emanated from their 
respective sexual organs. Larry's fingers, like a family of black snakes, 
crawled over Sue's naked body. Several of those black, snakelike fingers 
lifted up a cheek of Sue's ass. Then, a finger drove in between the curvy, 
white buttocks and into the asshole. 'So good,' Sue murmured, encouragingly. 
'Drive your finger deeper inside my ass, baby. Let me feel it clear up my 
gut, clear into my throat,' Sue was beginning to get heated. And the sight 
of black naked flesh jammed against white naked flesh was beginning to 
arouse my libido, too. 'I'm getting a bone on,' I whispered to Dottie. Her 
fingers crept between my legs and enveloped the protrusion in my pants. 

" 'I can hardly wait till it's over,' she whispered back at me. "Then, I'll 
want my fuck. I'm sure proud of the way mom stays youthful and attractive to 
men.' 

" 'I still don't believe she'll ever be able to take that bone Larry's got 
to offer,' I said, shaking my head. But the couple on the bed apparently 
didn't have a doubt in their minds that they could accomplish the task. 

"By now, the whites of Larry's eyes had grown bloodshot with passion, and 
jagged slivers of saliva crept out of the corners of his mouth. His fingers, 
which were long and sensitive as an artist's, pulled at Sue's tit, kneaded 
the cheeks of her ass, pummeled the curving belly flesh, and finally dug 
into the cunt slit and fished out the already agitated clitoris. This he 
strummed with the slow, measured beat that could only flow out of a 
professional musician, or a natural artist like Larry. 

"Dottie, her eyes fastened on the couple, absent-mindedly unzipped my pants 
and took out my prick which was already in a state of erected agitation. She 
proceeded to jack it back and forth with her hand as she continued to watch 
every single movement between her mother and her black lover. The couple 
were never still. Their bodies thrashed about and rolled around like a 
couple of ardent snakes. Finally, they contrived to wind up in the 
sixty-nine position. And the sight of a black man and a white woman in this 
particular position almost made my cock erupt. 

"Larry's black face looked like an enormous storm cloud wedged between the 
white cheeks of Sue's ass. And Sue's white face looked like a cumulus cloud 
layer as it hovered over Larry's moistened black cock bone. The bleached 
blonde opened her red-streaked lips and sucked the entire shaft into her 
mouth and throat with the calm expertise of a professional sword swallower. 

"Larry shouted a hoarse-voiced obscenity and plunged his head deep between 
the cheeks of Sue's ass. The eye-whites in that black face looked swollen 
with insanity. Perhaps, at that particular moment, Larry was insane with 
lust. Like a starving man at a banquet, he didn't know where to lay his 
tongue first, or for how long. The long, red-fleshed tongue lapped at the 
ass and then at the cunt of his white sweetheart. And he knew how to use his 
thick, Negroid lips to best advantage. He caught hold of the clitoris 
between the lips and pulled on the wormlike flesh that was engorged with 
blood. 

"At contact of Larry's lips with Sue's clitoris, the woman pulled her mouth 
off the cock and screamed an obscene oath that startled both Dottie and 
myself. Then, I realized that this, too, was all part of the lovemaking 
ritual. Obscene words, a tongue in forbidden places, inflames passions. 
This, I was beginning to realize. I had always been too impatient with my 
fucking. A few caresses and then I had to stick it in. When you're a kid, 
that sort of thing may be good enough. But now I realized how inept I'd been 
as a lover for Dottie. Dottie had unloosened my pants now, and was pulling 
them down. This, she managed to accomplish with one hand. With her other 
hand, my wife was taking her own clothes off, piece by piece. And all the 
while, she never removed her eyes from the couple on the bed. 

"Sue had already blown out a flow of cunt juices over Larry's face and 
mouth. But like so many passionate women, she was capable of multiple 
orgasms. Larry, however, had no intention of erupting in Sue's mouth. He had 
marked another portion of her anatomy for the explosion. From the look on 
his face, it was obvious that he was in imminent danger of a blow at any 
second, and he was the type to vent his emotions with obscenities. 
"Motherfuckin' bitch!' he screamed as he pulled his face out from between 
Sue's ass cheeks and forcefully lifted her face from his dangerously 
twitching cock pole. 

"Sue looked around with a wild look in her eyes. Her face was etched with 
frustration. She had loved the taste of the black cock flesh, and had 
yearned to feel the force of the explosion in her mouth and taste the creamy 
fluid that was conceived in the very depths of the black man's being. Larry 
sensed her disappointment. 'You can blow another time, honey. Right now, we 
gotta fuck asshole style for your daughter and son-in-law.' 

"Sue nodded and extricated herself from the sixty-nine position. 'Elbows and 
knees,' Larry ordered as he slipped off the bed and removed a paper bag from 
his coat pocket. The device he now displayed was a strange-looking one. I 
recognized it immediately as an anal dildoe. It was made of plastic and was 
shaped like a tall, narrow tent which tapered to a point. Sue was no 
stranger to the sight of this instrument. She smiled, nodded, and quickly 
assumed the position for the asshole fuck. She dropped to her knees on the 
bed, then pitched forward and braced herself on her elbows. 

"Larry fastened the dildoe to the head of his cock. All of the sucking and 
lapping on Sue's ass would never stretch the anal walls wide enough to 
accept Larry's cock, which was now swollen to gargantuan dimensions. He 
required mechanical assistance to penetrate the anal cavity. Larry referred 
to the anal dildoe as his 'ass-pick'. When attached to a cock, it was 
capable of picking its way through the tiny anal opening to surge easily 
down the rectal tube. Once the anal ring had been entered and stretched by 
the dildoe, the cock could make its entrance. 

" 'It must hurt,' Dottie winced as she watched Larry make the initial 
penetration of Sue's asshole with the end of the dildoe. 

" 'Sue doesn't look like she's crying,' I replied. She didn't look, in the 
least, distressed. The woman was enjoying every inch of the dildoe and each 
and every one of Larry's grunting thrusts. As far as I could determine, the 
material of the dildoe consisted of a flesh-colored plastic which couldn't 
damage the delicate membranes within the anus. 

"As Larry shoved inwards, Sue pressed the cheeks of her ass backwards. And 
thus, between the two of them, the ass-pick, which was about three or so 
inches in length, disappeared into Sue's rectal tube. Her eyes shone with 
ecstasy-her entire face was bathed in it. 'Oh, darling,' she sighed, that 
feels almost as good as your prick. But I want to feel the warmth of your 
cock,' she added. 'I want to feel it pulsate inside my asshole, That's what 
really turns me on.' 

"Larry grunted, grabbed hold of Sue's ass and increased the pressure of 
insertion. The pick was not entirely engulfed in the asshole. The anal tube 
had been stretched, and the way paved for the actual cock to slide into the 
cavity. Larry closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and pushed. His cock 
pressed forward a fraction of an inch -and then stopped. The hole was still 
too tight. At least, some barrier appeared to block further entry of cock 
into anus. 

" 'Push, sweetheart,' Sue pleaded. "I want to feel that prick in me. Please 
try harder.' 

"Larry did try harder. He arched his pelvis, then pressed forward steadily. 
We knew the head had gained access by Sue's response. 'Ahhhh,' she sighed, 
'your cock head feels so hot inside me, I think I'm burning up. But I love 
it. Lay in more cock. More cock!' she insisted in her pleading way. 

"Larry was doing everything in his power to accommodate her. He kept 
hammering his cock at her asshole. Finally, bracing himself, he slammed his 
entire body against her rear end with a rocket-like thrust. All of the 
remaining barriers were flung aside. Larry's entire cock became sheathed by 
the anal tube. Sue must have felt as though her entire body was stuffed with 
cock. And, as I later discovered, that's exactly how she did feel. And she 
loved every inch of it. 'Now, fuck me,' she coughed. 

"Larry did more than merely fuck her. He reached under her belly and pushed 
his fingers toward her cunt. Then, inserting a finger between the cunt lips, 
he grabbed hold of her clitoris. At least, I assumed that this was what he 
did. Sue began to babble crazily, scream, and every now and then throw out a 
few intelligible words. But there wasn't a doubt that she was in the throes 
of a lust seizure and really didn't know what she was saying. All she could 
feel and understand was the flesh of Larry's cock bulging against the walls 
of her asshole. And, too, the fingers of her lover caressing her clitoris 
had triggered the fit. Later, I was to learn more about the exact position 
of Larry's fingers in Sue's cunt. But now, it didn't make any difference. I 
knew he was, in some manner, playing with her cunt while his cock was 
sliding in and out of her asshole. It was the position I had to learn in 
order to accommodate my own wife. 

"The lust fever that gripped Sue had to be contagious. The next thing I 
knew, Dottie leaped up, straddled my, lap with her back toward my face, and 
squatted down. But my cock didn't penetrate her asshole. It slipped quite 
easily, and naturally, into her cunt. This cunt fuck was the very act that 
we were trying to avoid, but so far had been quite unsuccessful. 'My cock is 
in the wrong hole!' I shouted vainly to Dottie. 

"By bracing herself against my knees, Dottie began to raise her body up and 
down, over my cock. I could feel the expansion of both the cock head and 
shaft. 'No!' I protested, but I was quickly losing all willpower. The cunt 
was the natural home for a stiff cock. Despite the performance of Larry and 
Sue, anal sex didn't appear to be too satisfying, or appetizing. But right 
now, my problem was with Dottie. Cock juices were already streaming toward 
the head of my cock. I slipped my hands under each of my wife's buttocks and 
heaved her off my cock, which erupted at that very instant. Sex fluids 
gobbed the back and ass cheeks of Dottie, who fell to her knees. Apparently, 
she had been on the verge of a climax because she hastily fingered her cunt 
and strummed her clitoris like a madwoman. 

"On the bed, Larry was also approaching climax. He had increased the tempo 
of the asshole fuck to such an extent that his hips resembled a greased, 
piston as they worked effortlessly back and forth. His fingers jacked at 
Sue's cunt at an even faster and more furious rate. Finally, like an 
exhausted long-distance runner, Larry began to puff and pant for each 
breath. His black face glistened with sweat, and his thick, red lips became 
so engorged with blood that they turned purple. But as Larry tired, Sue 
became more energetic. Her shouts and screams became more powerful and rose 
to an unearthly bansheelike wail. She shot one hand back between her legs 
and inserted a finger in her cunt. Larry was already manipulating one cunt 
lever, and Sue found another sensitized cunt button to push on. 

"The results of such erotic and wildly abandoned action were entirely 
predictable. Sue heaved her ass backward with a tremendous thrust. Larry 
lunged forward. His instrument-fitted prick must have penetrated into the 
very depths of Sue's bowels. For one instant, the two bodies were so closely 
compressed that they resembled one unit. It was Impossible to tell where 
male body ended and female body started. They were one happily fused piece 
of lust-driven flesh. And at that instant of union, both Larry and Sue 
discharged their sexual fluids. A thin, colorless liquid streamed out of 
Sue's cunt and snaked down her thighs and legs. 

"The end of Larry's ass-pick had an opening which permitted his sexual 
fluids to blow deeply into Sue's rectal regions. Gobs of the rich liquid 
backed out of the asshole and splattered against Larry's abdomen. Finally, 
Larry pulled the instrument out of Sue's rectum and detached it from his 
softening cock. Sue pitched forward on her face, exhausted. But there was a 
warm and dreamy smile of a satisfied woman on Sue's face. While her asshole 
had felt the stiffness and warmth of her lover's manhood, she had also 
experienced a simultaneous clitoral and vaginal orgasm. And the intensity of 
the orgasm was greatly magnified because fuses had been ignited in three of 
her most sensitive areas: the rectum, clitoris, and vagina. 

"Larry agreed to obtain an instrument to attach to my cock, which would 
facilitate entry into Dot-tie's anus. She, too, had an extremely narrow 
passage in that area, and my cock head, in an expanded state, would be much 
too big to accomplish the penetration. The next day, after work, I dropped 
by Sue's place to pick it up. I was determined to try an asshole fuck with 
Dottie as soon as possible. 

"Sue was alone and fetched the so-called ass-pick which Larry had left with 
her. I examined the conical-shaped instrument, then shook my head. 'Won't 
fit,' I said. 

" 'It's adjustable,' Sue explained. She was anxious that I perform anal sex 
with Dottie, since she was well acquainted with our financial plight. 'Here, 
let me show you,' my mother-in-law said and took out my cock. This was 
characteristic of Sue; impulsive, well-meaning, and completely 
unself-conscious about sex. I had always been attracted to mom, and Dottie 
even accused me once of wanting to fuck her. I denied the accusation, but I 
wouldn't have kicked Sue out of my bed. She was well into her forties, 
heavily but shapely built, and everything about her exuded an air of exotic 
sex. She was fucking a young colored boy, made no secret about her 
infatuation, and she was a vociferous advocate of anal sex. Of course, the 
instant she took my cock in her hand, it stiffened and grew red. Sue looked 
at me with surprise. She seemed to be genuinely shocked. She said, 'I didn't 
think you'd get a hard on with your own mother-in-law.' 

" 'Reflexes of a natural sort,' I tried to explain. I shifted the emphasis 
from our own relationship to the business at hand. 'Is the contraption going 
to fit?' I asked. 

"Sue slipped the ass-pick over the head of my penis and made a few 
adjustments. Then she proudly surveyed her efforts. 'Perfect,' she breathed. 
'You'll be able to give Dottie the fuck of her life.' She added in her 
motherly way, 'And keep out of Dottie's cunt. You can't afford to get her 
pregnant until you find a better paying job.' 

" 'I still don't understand exactly how it works," I said, examining the 
device. 

" 'You are a baby,' Sue laughed. 'Mother will show you how.' But she added 
warningly, 'Don't you try and come inside your own mother-in-law. Ill just 
show you how it fits inside my rectum. Then, you pull it out, immediately.' 

"Sue pulled off her dress and dropped the remaining clothes on the floor. I 
slipped my clothes off, too. We decided the living room floor would be a 
good enough place for the demonstration since I'd merely insert it quickly 
into the anus and then pull it out again. 'The floor will be hard on our 
knees,' Sue conceded, 'but we'll only be on it for a few seconds. You're not 
going to fuck me.' 

" 'Of course not,' I replied. 'All I want is to get the hang of it. Dottie's 
discouraged enough about anal sex without a lot of experimentation that may 
hurt her.' 

"Sue nodded. 'Anal sex can be tricky. If you're not adept at the technique, 
it can be discouraging. And I don't want Dottie to get discouraged.' She 
stressed once again, "That's why your mother-in- law is trying to help you.' 

" 'I appreciate it, mom,' I replied. 

"I really had no intention of throwing a fuck into Sue's asshole, but after 
I shed my clothes and stood before mom in the nude, I couldn't help but 
notice the look of approval in Sue's eyes as they swept over my naked body. 

"Sue continued her instructions. 'The first thing you must do,' she said, 
'is to convince Dottie that her ass is a source of great sensuous delight to 
you. At first, this maybe difficult for you. But you almost have to make 
love to Dottie's ass. At least, pretend that anal sex is the greatest.' 

"I shook my head, 'I don't think I'll ever make the grade as a very 
convincing anal lover, mom,' I said. 'As much as I want to please Dottie, I 
can't see myself making love to her ass.' 

" 'Don't knock it until you've tried it,' Sue said quickly. 'Here, I'll show 
you that it isn't so disgusting.' And, without another word, my 
mother-in-law bent over a chair and stuck the cheeks of her ass up in the 
air. 'Now, get behind me,' she instructed, 'and kiss my ass. Make over it. 
Love it up. Then lay your tongue between the cheeks. And, if you're up to 
it, try to penetrate the asshole with your tongue." 

" 'What good will all that do?' I asked, wishing I was somewhere else. As 
much as I was attracted to Sue, the rear end was not the portion of her 
anatomy that particularly sent me. 

"But Sue was patient with me. 'It'll convince Dottie that even her ass is 
precious to you, and an object of your love. She'll respond to that kind of 
treatment. She's my daughter.' 

"Cutting off all further objections on my part, Sue impatiently motioned for 
me to kneel behind her ass and get acquainted with it. She was right, of 
course. An anal lover had to regard the cheeks of a woman's ass as a source 
of great delight to him. And he couldn't evince the slightest objection or 
squeamishness about pressing his lips to the ass flesh, or even to the anus. 
And the anal lover, as Sue put it, had to display a certain zest for his 
subject. 

"The cheeks of Sue's ass were not unpleasant to look at. In fact, there was 
a certain aesthetic quality about the smoothly curving lines of cheek. Hairs 
protruded quite noticeably from the center of the cleavage. Sue was well 
endowed with hairs around her cunt and it only stood to reason that there 
would also be an abundance of hair around her rectum. Dottie was also quite 
hairy around her cunt and asshole. 

"My hands slid lightly over the curve of Sue's buttock, and it felt cool and 
sensuously delicious to the touch. My prick began to vibrate. I wasn't 
supposed to get lustful feelings toward my mother-in-law, but I was only 
human. I tried to stifle such desires and concentrate on overcoming my 
natural revulsion toward kissing a woman's ass. If I could discard my 
inhibitions now, I'd become a much better anal lover for my wife. 

" 'Kiss my ass!' Sue bawled out the order. 'Don't be such a sissy!' 

"I did as instructed. And I was in for the surprise of my life. The flesh of 
her ass felt cool to the touch of my hand, but against my lips, the flesh 
seemed to radiate an almost searing heat. This could have been all in my 
mind, but the heat from Sue's ass flowed through me and made me feel more 
erotically inclined toward this anal section. It acted as a sort of magnetic 
field which drew me closer and more lovingly up against Sue's ass. 

"The next thing I knew, I was actually tonguing the anus. I had flicked one 
cheek aside and slid my entire tongue between the cheeks and into the hole. 
The wiry asshole hairs bit at my face but only made me more excited. Without 
the slightest hesitation, or squeamishness, I dug my tongue into Sue's 
asshole. The woman moaned and shoved her ass back harder against my face. 
Every now and then, she'd spread the cheeks apart as far as possible, and 
then tighten them with all her might. For an instant, my face was held a 
firm and willing prisoner between the cushiony cheeks of Sue's ass. Then, 
teasingly, she'd spread the cheeks again and pull me deeper into her ass. 

"Lust hypnotized both of us, and, compulsively, I fucked Sue's asshole with 
all the fervor of a longtime anal addict. My need for the fuck guided me to 
insert the end of the ass-pick expertly into Sue's anus, and just as 
expertly I wormed it deeper within the cavity. Finally, my own cock slid 
into the hole and I was able to fuck Sue's asshole with hard driving 
movements which made her entire frame shudder each time I heaved in. 

"And while I threw Sue the asshole fuck, the fingers on one of my hands 
slithered under her belly and found their way to her cunt. As though I was 
being guided by some outside force, my fingers quickly located the clitoris 
and began to jack it back and forth like a cock. Sue jammed two fingers into 
her cunt, and then an orgasm ripped her in-sides apart. The force of my 
ejaculation threw me backwards and almost out of Sue's asshole. 

" 'Convinced?' Sue asked me later, after we had dressed. 

"I nodded. 'Anal sex is the greatest,' I had to admit. 

" 'Now go home and convince Dottie,' Sue Instructed." 

 Chapter Five: Anal Sex And The Good Old Days 

"I had already jacked off twice, but I still got another bone on, and I 
tossed restlessly in bed. There was no point in trying to jack off again. It 
didn't satisfy me. And there was no chance at all in finding a fuck in the 
middle of the night, and in a strange house. 

"Every summer I visited the farm of my Uncle Sven and Aunt Martha. I was 
fourteen and old enough to help out all day with the chores. And although I 
was plenty tired, I'd always get a bone en at night when I was alone in bed. 
Last night, I heard my aunt and uncle fuck in the bedroom next door. That 
didn't help my situation at all. 

"Suddenly, my bedroom door began to open a bit. I remained very still and 
pretended I was sleeping. In the darkness," I was able to distinguish the 
bulky form of Aunt Martha looking into my room. She was probably checking to 
see if I was all right. She had probably heard me tossing restlessly around 
in my bed. But instead of leaving, she crept noiselessly into my room and 
stood at the edge of my bed peering down at me. I had my eyes partway shut, 
but still I could see her very clearly. She was wearing a bathrobe, and her 
hair was in disarray. Still, she was a handsome, well-built farm woman who 
had been used to hard work all of her life. She was a tall, Nordic type with 
blonde hair and mammoth tits, which bulged the upper part of her robe 
outwards. Her hips blended into huge buttocks, which tapered into stocky but 
shapely legs. 

"To make matters worse, my cock bone refused to soften but became even 
stiffer from the nearness of a woman. She whispered my name, and I opened my 
eyes and pretended to be surprised. Auntie sat down alongside of my bed. 
"Thought I heard you tossing about,' she said. 'Can't sleep myself.' From 
the snores in the next room, it was clear that Uncle Sven was fast asleep. 
'Mind if I keep you company for a while?' she asked. 

"I shook my head. She began to straighten out my covers, which were twisted 
badly. Then, her hand passed over the top of my cock bone. 'You've got a 
hard on,' she said matter-of-factly. There were no evasions or inhibitions 
about sex between farm people who regarded it as a quite natural phenomenon. 
'Did I make you do that?' she inquired. 

"I shook my head. 'No. I've had several tonight. I just can't sleep.' 

" 'You're old enough to get fucked,' she said, simply. "The Anderson girl is 
your age. She needs the attention of a cock. I'll fix things up for you.' 

" 'Thanks,' I said. 'But that doesn't help me now. I've already jacked off, 
twice.' 

" 'And you've still got a bone on?' Auntie asked with admiration in her 
voice. 'Your Uncle Sven fucks me once a week and thinks he's great.' Auntie 
pulled off the covers and stared openly at my erected bone. At fourteen, I 
was already fully developed and my erection from head to nuts was about 
seven inches. Auntie took hold of the pulsating flesh and squeezed it. 'I 
really envy the Anderson girl,' she said. 'I could use something like this 
myself.' And, without another word, she stood up and slipped off her robe. I 
sat up in bed and strained my eyes as they roamed over the naked flesh of 
her body. I had seen naked girls my own age before. But this was the first 
time I'd seen a naked mature woman. Her tits sagged and were so enormous I 
could almost have buried my entire head between them. The trunk of her body 
was thick, but it curved, and her creamy, smooth hips flared out. Her long, 
heavy legs had a lot of veins 'in them and were a bit fleshy, but there was 
enough hairs around her cunt to fill my entire hand. Girls my own age didn't 
have enough cunt hairs to suit me. 

"Then, auntie turned around to let me admire the cheeks of her ass. They 
were magnificent twin hillocks of flesh. At least, that's the way I thought 
of them. The cheeks were as big, if not bigger than her tits. And the flesh 
was still firm, My cock kept throbbing as though it was tapping out erotic 
Morse code signals. Auntie Martha looked over her shoulder and smiled down 
at me as I stared with unabashed admiration. 'You like my ass?' she asked. 

" 'I'd love to kiss it,' I replied. 

" 'What a darling boy,' Auntie breathed. 'So considerate, so loving. What a 
difference from your uncle Sven.' She nodded. 'Yes, dear, you may kiss your 
auntie's ass. But I don't want you to neglect my cunt.' 

"Auntie had taken a bath before retiring, for the strong smell of soap still 
permeated the naked flesh of her ass cheeks. She bent over a bit and placed 
her hands on her knees. As her trunk tipped over a bit, her ass swung back 
within reach of my lips. Never before in my life had I kissed a female's 
ass. But now, it felt as though it was the most natural thing in the world, 
as though I had been kissing female ass for many years. I slid my hands over 
the curving ass flesh and shoved my entire face against the smooth, hard 
skin. Although the flesh felt cold, a heat surged through my body the 
instant I made contact between my lips and auntie's ass. And auntie wasn't 
completely indifferent. She murmured endearments and encouragements to me as 
my lips slithered all over the curving ass flesh. 

"Instinctively, I avoided the crease between the cheeks. The bare flesh of 
the ass cheeks excited me and compelled me to kiss the surface. But at that 
moment I had no desire to place my lips or tongue near the cleavage in which 
the asshole was located. 

"But auntie had other ideas. 'Kiss in the middle,' she urged. 'I want to be 
tongued in the middle.' And when I hesitated, the woman reached back with 
one of her strong, farm woman's hands, grabbed hold of my head and yanked it 
toward her asshole. At that moment, she spread the cheeks of her ass, and 
shoved my face up between the buttocks. 'Now, kiss in the middle,' she 
hissed. 

"A clump of wiry asshole hairs scratched at my face. And there was a 
distinct odor of the asshole that assailed my nostrils. My very first 
impulse was to try and pull my head out. But auntie had too firm a hold on 
me and I had to resign myself. My face was firmly wedged between the 
cushions of auntie's ass. And she had no intension of releasing her prisoner 
until he had discharged his duty to her. My duty, as far as auntie was 
concerned, consisted of tonguing her asshole. And to emphasize this need, 
she compressed the muscles of her cheeks and drove me tighter between the 
fleshy walls and also tighter against her asshole. 

"A wave of nausea swept over me. But this passed quickly. Then, as I began 
to breathe more normally again, I felt a change take hold of me. The taste 
and smell of ass flesh no longer disgusted me. On the contrary, it excited 
me. The asshole hairs no longer felt scratchy and uncomfortable. I welcomed 
their caresses. Timidly, at first, I stuck out my tongue and the tip brushed 
against the rectal hairs, drove deeper, and then brushed against the actual 
entrance to auntie's anus. Here, again, I was in for a surprise. The anal 
entrance was quite a large one and would present no difficulty for either a 
tongue or a good-sized prick. Then, the truth hit me! Uncle Sven had been 
screwing my aunt's asshole for years. His prick had long stretched the wails 
of the rectal tube. But he was good for only one asshole fuck a week. Auntie 
needed more. That's why she was now in my room. And the thought of sucking 
my aunt's asshole made me all the more excited. I let go with my tongue, and 
threw all caution and inhibitions out the window. 

"I lifted each cheek up, wormed my face inside even tighter, and thrust my 
tongue into the asshole with the force of a jackhammer. Auntie babbled out a 
few words, spread the cheeks apart, and really shoved me hard against the 
anus. Then, she began to move her hips, which interfered with my tongue 
action. I grabbed hold of the woman around her waist and held her firmly. 
Then, when she was perfectly still, I tightened the muscles of my tongue 
until it was stiff as a prick and rammed it up auntie's asshole. At that 
instant, goose bumps shot up all over auntie's body, and I knew I was 
getting through to her. 

"My tongue wormed into auntie's rectal tube. Uncle Sven had really reamed 
auntie's asshole out with his big, Nordic prick. Uncle Sven was built like a 
Viking. Saliva began to back up from the hole and wash my face. But I didn't 
mind, or even pay any attention to this moisture. 

"Quickly, my aunt and myself worked out a routine which suited us. As I 
rammed my tongue inside her asshole, auntie pressed back and tightened the 
cheeks around my face; As I pulled out with my tongue, auntie loosened the 
muscles of her cheeks and widened the anal cavity. 

"This type of tongue-fuck lashed auntie with all sorts of new lustful ideas. 
She seized one of my hands, took my index finger and shoved it inside her 
cunt. Now, I had an added responsibility. I had to excite auntie's cunt as 
well as her asshole. And since I was inexperienced in both areas, auntie 
skillfully guided my finger to the right area inside her cunt. The tip of my 
finger slid over something hard, moist, and fleshy. It felt like a tiny 
button. Later, I was to learn that the button was her clitoris. But from the 
instant I touched it, I knew this button had a terrific effect on auntie's 
sex impulses. She heaved her ass back to such an extent that she almost 
suffocated me between her cheeks. Then, something inside me told me to 
switch tactics. It took every ounce of strength in my body to push auntie 
forward. Even as I pulled my face out of her ass, the warmth of her backside 
still flushed my face. But my prick was throbbing so insistently that I knew 
it would have to be satisfied. And the place I instinctively wanted to 
satisfy my cock in was inside auntie's asshole. 

"'Get on the floor, I instructed breathlessly. 'On your knees, dog-style.' 
Auntie guessed my intent and was quick to oblige. The cheeks of her ass 
loomed up before me like fleshy half-moons. They were pulled slightly apart, 
and although her cunt was also completely exposed from that rear-end angle, 
I automatically charged my cock into her rectum. She tightened the walls of 
her asshole, and I proceeded to throw her the fuck of my life. When I 
discharged, I thought that every shred of my guts had turned to a molten 
liquid and was flowing out the head of my erupting prick." 

At the age of forty-eight, Martin B. was still a bachelor and lived a lonely 
life in a big city. He was a carpenter by trade, a hardworking man of steady 
habits who felt most comfortable in a routine. He was methodical in his 
habits, which never varied except on weekends. And then, too, he had 
developed a routine pattern for his life. Martin's one great passion was the 
daily newspaper, which he read slowly, carefully, and with much concern. He 
was confused and angered by the social changes that were occurring in the 
sixties and seventies. He was disgusted by the acts and attitudes of hippies 
and their particular culture. Martin was one of the vast, silent majority, 
and took great pride in his middle-class, solid-as-a-rock status. 
Occasionally, Martin met a woman in similar circumstances and had sex with 
her. But he never made lasting alliances, and seemed to slip naturally back 
into his solitary but satisfying life. 

Martin had been raised on a farm in the Midwest, and he remembered with 
nostalgia the happy days of his childhood and youth. His parents had been 
hardworking farm people, as were his aunt and uncle who greatly influenced 
him. The were solid, dependable, the kind of people Martin admired and 
emulated. 

His allegiance to and regard for his aunt was strengthened when he was a 
teenager. Martin had an affair with the older woman who introduced him to 
anal sex. And from the beginning, he associated this act with a desirable, 
clean, loyal woman who radiated good humor, and most of all, love. The 
affair didn't last very long. But it had a lasting impression on the boy. 

Martin grew up during the dust bowl period of the thirties. His parents lost 
their farm and moved to the city. There was, at least, an existence to be 
had in the city. There was no hope of ever returning to the farm which was 
seized for delinquent taxes, but the happy memories of the farm life never 
left Martin. 

As he grew older and left the home of his parents, he looked about for a 
girl to marry. But he was looking for someone who reminded him of his aunt, 
a hard worker, a loving sort, well built, with large buttocks, and one who 
preferred anal sex as did his aunt. He never found such a woman in the city. 
Soon, he gave up and decided to remain a bachelor, clinging to the memories 
of the farm and farm women like his aunt and mother. 

For many years, he was content to go his solitary way, and was satisfied 
with occasional sexual experiences. But during the late sixties, and early 
seventies, a noticeable change took hold of him. He was shocked by the 
emergence of the hippie culture, by the revolutionaries, by free and 
indiscriminate sex and drug abuse. The values that he had revered as a boy 
no longer existed. He started to stop in at local bars where he'd engage in 
heated discussions with other drinkers. He needed an audience to sound off 
in front of. As a rule, he was laughed at or ridiculed. He even lost a job 
for starting a fight with a hippie type worker who belonged to the younger 
generation. 

After he lost his job, Martin withdrew and became even more of a recluse. 
And he began to be obsessed with sex again. In his frantic desire to return 
to the good old days, he craved for anal sex again, the kind of anal sex he 
had once experienced with his aunt, who represented the kind of culture he 
sought. He began to masturbate again and, as he did, he fantasized anal 
intercourse with his aunt. His fantasies grew so intense that he not only 
saw the image, but "felt and smelled her as well." He could smell the odor 
associated with anal sex and grow passionately excited. With great 
determination, Martin set out to find such a woman to marry. He couldn't 
face the social changes alone. 

This sense of smell which became so acute in Martin's fantasies is by no 
means unique. In Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex, Dr. David 
Reuben states: 

The sexual life of every mammalian creature except man is dominated by the 
sense of smell. Man has concentrated on sanitizing and deodorizing his body 
until there is nothing left to smell-almost. Fortunately, the body does not 
give up so easily. The odor-detection apparatus of the body is a direct 
extension of the brain; the olfactory bulb is a part of the brain that comes 
down to almost the upper part of the nose. 

Though the sexual puritans would like to eliminate taste and smell from the 
world of sex (and probably everything else), fortunately both senses are 
here to stay. We might as well use them, since in sexual activity, they work 
together. In kissing, the smell of the lips, their slightly salty taste, the 
smell of the nearby skin (perhaps mixed with perfume or after-shave lotion), 
all contribute their share to the rising sexual excitement. As a man kisses 
a woman's breast the smell of her skin, the taste of the nipples, all do 
their part to facilitate sexual arousal. 

In Martin's case, the odor of his aunt's anal cavity, which he evoked when 
he fantasized the woman during masturbation, remained with him until 
manhood. Of course, he associated this odor with the woman, her role in his 
life, her outlook, and the fact that she had loved him and had been 
concerned about him. 

In his fortieth year, Martin set out with a vengeance to find such a woman 
to marry. She would not only have to resemble his aunt physically, but the 
sexual odors from her body, and these included her anus, would have to be 
also evocative of his beloved aunt. With such a woman, he could safely face 
the world of the seventies which, in his opinion, had gone completely mad. 

"I went to one of those hippie rock festivals to see how degenerate the 
times had really become. I was prepared for the worst. But I wasn't prepared 
for the sights of perversity I saw on that day. Everyone was fucking each 
other in one way or another; even the ones who were on pot. This one girl of 
about fifteen with long, blonde hair and the fragility of a fairy child was 
rolling on a blanket with a huge, burly black man. The girl was naked and 
the black boy was nude from the waist down. Finally, he stood up and proudly 
stroked his long erected cock bone. The girl looked up at the appendage with 
round, hungry eyes. Then she grabbed the penile shaft in one hand and 
plunged the entire bone into her mouth. The black hippie let out a holler 
and commenced to throw a fuck into the blonde girl's mouth. One of her hands 
curved around the hippie's black ass cheeks as a finger dug into his 
asshole. Her lover grabbed hold of her face between his two rough pawlike 
hands and held it still as he rammed his tool in and out of her mouth. 

"Flecks of blood swam into the whites of the black hippie's eyes as he 
looked skyward, his face gripped by some distant vision of a happier world. 
And to encourage his orgasm, he kept patting and stroking the girl's cheek 
as his cock slid in and out of her mouth. The bulge of his cock could be 
seen against the cheek. Suddenly, he arched back at a severe angle until he 
resembled a bow. His stiff prick was the arrow. And that arrow kept shooting 
back and forth in the white girl's mouth. In a matter of seconds, it was 
obvious that the cock-arrow was going to be shattered by a terrific 
explosion. And it was. 

"The black hippie shouted, his body tensed, and the dazzling white fluid 
spilled out of his black penis and into the mouth of the girl. The girl's 
lips were completely creamed, and a few gobs of the rich juice spilled down 
her chin. Her tongue hissed out and curled around the emissions. As she 
swallowed, she sighed, and her pretty, pale face became flushed and coarse 
looking with lust. 

"Then she fell back and spread her legs. Her eyes remained closed and her 
face became soft again, and dreamy, as though she was on a drug-induced 
trip. Despite her extreme youth, there was an abundance of cunt hairs in 
bloom around her slit which was partially open. And from where I was 
standing, I could plainly see that her clitoris was erected, moist, and 
pulsating for the attention of a mouth or the friction of a prick. 

"But the black hippie who had already shot his wad remained in his 
sex-induced trance. His eyes were focused upward and inward. He was 
enraptured by a vision that he, alone, could see. He turned and walked 
slowly away with that strange and beautiful smile fixed on his face. 

"The blonde girl on the ground didn't remain alone for very long. The smell 
of her bared cunt, which was not displeasing, traveled through the air, and 
another hippie came running. This one was in his twenties, tall, thin, 
aesthetic-looking, with long black beard and round-rimmed spectacles- the 
intellectual type. There was even the top of a book sticking out of the 
pocket of his tattered coat. 

"But at the sight of the naked blonde girl and her excited cunt, all 
thoughts of an intellectual matter were apparently quickly discarded. He 
tore off his long coat to reveal nothing but bare skin underneath. And even 
before he fell on his knees, his rather shortish prick had erected. For the 
moment, he didn't intend to use it. A cunt in his mouth was his goal, which 
was soon realized. 

"When the bearded hippie pressed his hairy mouth against the cunt of the 
girl, she opened her eyes and looked down at her new lover. If she was 
surprised by the hippie switch, she didn't register it. In fact, she laughed 
aloud at the great joke that had been played on her and settled back to 
accommodate her new lover with all the fervor she had dispensed on her 
previous admirer. The long, thick beard of the hippie which caressed her 
naked thighs and lower portion of her belly excited her. She spread her legs 
wide apart and then threw them over the shoulders of the hippie. She then 
crossed her feet to put a scissors lock around his head and forced it harder 
against her cunt. 

"The hippie didn't protest. This was the sort of prison he preferred. And he 
was an expert at cunnilingus. The instant he spied the head of the exposed 
clitoris, his froglike tongue darted out to attack it. The response of the 
girl, her change to the state of extreme excitation was instant and 
electrifying. She screamed unceasingly; she writhed and arched her body. 
Forcing his mouth completely open, she popped her entire vulva into the 
bearded one's mouth and proceeded to pump it as though the opening was a 
cunt. It could have very well been a cunt. The lips were red and distended, 
the hairs were stiff and pubic like. In a way, the hippie's mouth was better 
than a cunt. This mouth was equipped with a tongue and that tongue was now 
used as a sexual weapon with all of the considerable skill and wantonness 
that were part of the hippie's bag of sexual accomplishments. 

"This tongue slithered caressingly over the sliver of cunt meat which was 
engorged with so much blood and nerve fibers. There wasn't a pore of the 
clitoris that was neglected by the mouth feeler. At least, the screams of 
the girl indicated that. Once the tongue had milked this source of 
excitation to the limit, however, it boldly struck out for new worlds to 
conquer. The pubic bone, for instance, responded pleasingly to the tongue. 
On contact, the girl arched her hips at even a more severe angle and threw 
her legs straight up into the air until they formed a V. Then, as the tongue 
removed itself from the bone, the legs slowly lowered again and draped 
themselves around the shoulders of the hippie. 

"The tongue of the intellectualized hippie sailed out in further exploration 
of the young girl's box. With a slight twist and a downward plunge, the 
tongue fell into her vagina, the sensuous tube that Nature had reserved for 
the male cock. And the sensations that now burst through the girl's cunt 
passage were equally explosive. The girl reacted in the most erratic and 
curious way. She snapped the fingers of both hands, as if preparing herself 
for the shattering climax that was yet to come. 

"More explorations. And again, waves of fresh, ecstatic currents shook the 
body of the girl. Only one opening in the girl's torso remained unexplored. 
This was the anus. And for the first time, I felt an excitement of my own 
sweep through me. The bearded hippie withdrew his tongue from the girl's 
cunt house, raised her legs a bit higher, and buried his hairy face between 
the cheeks of her ass. Without an instant's hesitation, his lively tongue 
shot out between the cheeks and penetrated the anal cavity. 

"The girl screamed out again, but in a much shriller, louder, and more 
tormented manner than before. And the flesh of her body began to. tremble so 
agitatedly, I thought she was being flailed with a live wire. My heart 
warmed toward the girl. She was sensitively attuned in the regions of her 
anus, Perhaps she, too, had arrived from a farm, And she knew exactly how to 
exploit the situation to her own advantage. 

"Now that her cunt was freed of tongue, she was able to reach down with her 
hands and drive her own fingers into the tender parts. Her fingers knew 
where and how to locate her sensitive spots with a minimum of time lost in 
explorations. One finger slid over the head of her clitoris and was joined 
by the thumb. The remaining fingers were immediately stuffed into the 
vaginal chamber. Despite the small stature of the girl, she was apparently 
extremely large in the cunt. From the wildly ecstatic look on her face, the 
three fingers nicely filled that particular cunt space. These areas that I 
observed, the vagina, clitoris, and anus, were highly sensitized, and with 
the stimulation of fingers and tongue were frantically sending signals 
throughout her body. The signals were all the same, and each one could be 
read in a very loud and clear manner: blow, blow, blow. 

"And blow, she did. Liquid oozed out of her cunt crack like an untapped oil 
gusher. And soon, the skin of the hippie's face as well as his dense beard 
were drenched with the cunt effluents. Even his glasses became coated with 
the stuff, and finally he pulled his head back to survey the results of his 
herculean efforts. 

"After the discharge of vaginal secretions, the girl collapsed into a limp 
and seemingly lifeless state. Her demeanor of face and body reminded me of a 
dishrag that had been rinsed out by a very powerful pair of hands. A few 
drops of liquid still trickled out of her pussy, but the clitoris had 
retracted and was no longer visible. From the peak of excitement, she had 
plummeted to the valley of utter contentment, of well-being and satisfaction 
with herself and the world. She had, by the proper manipulation of tongue 
and finger, found peace of mind and body. 

"The bearded man raised himself to his knees and remained still for a moment 
as he stared down at the naked girl. His prick was still in an erected 
state, was very red, and, even from where I was standing I could see, or 
thought that I could, trembling and throbbing for the feel of hot cunt. 

"He was about to arch his hips downward and plunge the cock into the 
moistened cunt, when, the girl's eyes flew open. 'No!' she hissed with 
emphasis. 'I can't stand a fuck, now. It is much too sensitive. I'd blow my 
mind if I had to feel a prick rubbing inside me now. Go find someone else to 
fuck!' 

"This curt dismissal of the bearded hippie rankles him. His sensuous, full 
lips tightened with anger. His eyes behind the glasses grew hard. 'I want my 
fuck!' he said in a voice that meant trouble. 

"The hippie girl sensed her danger and tried to struggle to her feet. But 
she wasn't fast enough for the lust-crazed bearded man, whose impulses 
lashed him furiously on to consummate a fuck. Both of them tumbled back on 
the ground. The girl's voice cried out, 'I'll suck you off. Even tongue your 
asshole. But please don't try to fuck me now.' 

"She was wasting her breath. The bearded hippie intended to sink his prick 
inside her cunt, and it would take an entire army to prevent him from 
carrying out his plan of attack. The plan was a simple one: overpower the 
girl, spread her legs apart, and ram the stiff cock into the cunt hole. The 
girl continued to scream, kick her legs, thrash her arms about. A few other 
hippies looked at the struggling couple with only mild interest, and then 
turned away. No one was going to attempt to help her. This, apparently, was 
the hippie-type, perverted sense of ethics in a hippie commune, or large 
gathering such as this rock festival, any male hippie was free to fuck any 
female hippie. Protestations on the part of the female were useless. Few 
protested. And this girl's shrill protests weren't winning her any points 
with her fellow hippie clansmen. 

"The bearded hippie was now outraged that he had to fight for the fuck that 
was 'his right.' He had even tongued her asshole, and let her have a blow. 
Now, selfishly, she was refusing to give him relief. He clenched his fist 
and slammed it into her jaw. Her head hit the dirt, but she continued to 
scream out with the aid of healthy lungs. Next, he reached back and spread 
her legs. She tried to hold them tightly together, but to no avail. Once her 
legs were spread, the bearded one wedged his body between them and guided 
his prick to the cunt. She tried to wriggle, which shook his aim. But 
another punch on the jaw made her lie still. 'I'm going to fuck your cunt,' 
the bearded man said, breathing heavily. 'Now lay still, dammit!' 

" 'Please,' the girl made one last plea. 'My cunt is too raw and tender for 
the fuck. That's the way I'm built. I'm only good for one good blow a day.' 

"The hippie wasn't paying any attention to her. He was too near success. And 
his throbbing prick would give him no peace until it felt hot, female cunt 
flesh. He arched his pelvis, took careful aim, and thrust his cock pole down 
toward the girl's aching cunt. 

"Then, a curious thing happened, and so quickly we were all taken by 
surprise. As the hippie was lunging downward with his heavily weighted cock, 
the girl flipped her body over. The cock was already lunging through the 
air, and it was much too late for the hippie to stop. Consequently, the cock 
shaft hit bottom, And the bottom that it hit was the girl's anal cavity. 
When she twisted her body over on its belly, she spread her ass cheeks and 
maneuvered her hips in such a way that the cock naturally entered the anus 
and the force of the downward thrust carried it into the cavity. 

"For a moment, man and girl were still. The prick was firmly embedded in the 
girl's asshole, and the hippie seemed paralyzed. But since he was an 
intellectual, he was probably analyzing the situation. He had demanded cunt, 
and she, by her clever maneuver, had given him her asshole. The asshole 
probably felt warm and tight and there was a richly sensuous sensation 
generated by the fleshy cheeks of her ass that were pressed up against his 
genital area. A bird in hand was worth two in the bush, he must've 
rationalized as he decided to make the best of this particular type of fuck. 
Anal sex might not have appealed to him in the past, but this girl's asshole 
must have felt different. 

"The hippie arched his pelvis, and then thrust his cock down again. The 
asshole fuck commenced, and I could see the tenseness slide out of the 
girl's body. Her aching cunt would remain inviolate for the time being. And 
to express her gratitude, she threw her entire heart and soul into the 
effort of assisting the bearded one to blow his nuts. 

"She turned her head and fastened her lips to the mouth of the hippie while 
he continued to ride her ass. 'Darling,' she whispered with a throb in her 
voice, 'your prick feels so good in my asshole. It's so warm and wonderful. 
Oh, fuck me darling. Fuck my ass. It's all yours.' 

"These words of endearment and encouragement had a noticeable effect on the 
hippie. As his moistened cock shaft plunged in and out of the expanding 
asshole, he ran one hand over the tits and belly of the girl. Then, as 
though pulled by the magnetic attraction of her rear end, his hand clawed at 
the flesh of her ass cheeks as he continued to pump his fuck in and out, 
faster and faster, harder and harder. And from the look on his bearded face, 
the moment of climax was fast approaching. He pulled his lips off the mouth 
of the girl. He must've wanted to concentrate solely on the impending 
explosion. Nothing was going to detract from his fullest enjoyment of the 
actual blow. All restrictions within him, of a physical and mental nature, 
had been wrecked. The greatest sexual power of which he was capable had been 
unleashed to hurtle his sexual fluids toward the head of his straining 
prick. Like a lightning bolt, his prick streaked into the hole for one final 
strike. Then, his entire body trembled as the streaming liquid jetted out of 
his cock head and into the anal cavity. 

"The asshole of the girl was quickly filled to capacity. Soon, cream oozed 
out of the hole and spread over the cheeks of the girl's ass. Gobs of the 
emission stuck to the hippie's pubic hairs. His softening cock fell out of 
the hole, and he rolled off the girl, exhausted. 

" 'Satisfied?' the girl asked with a smile. 

"The answer was very clear. The bearded one looked at her, puzzled. "Your 
asshole felt just like a cunt. I couldn't tell the difference at all. In 
fact, toward the end,' he added, 'it grew more exciting to me than the 
routine cunt fuck.' 

"The girl nodded. I've been told that before.' 

"The hippie still looked bewildered. 'But I've tried the asshole fuck 
before. And it didn't feel the same. I couldn't even blow my nuts.' 

"The girl was wiser than her years. And this became evident when she 
replied. "There's a lot of reasons that will probably explain your reaction. 
But the most important one is the fact that I really love to get my asshole 
fucked. And tongued, too!' she added with emphasis. 'I can take an asshole 
fuck a dozen times a day and love each one of them. But my cunt is extremely 
sensitive. One blow in that department, and I've had it for the day.' 

" 'But you do want a cunt fuck?' the hippie asked. 

" 'Yes, I love it in there. And I love to jack off my clitoris. But I can't 
stand to handle it or get it fucked more than once a day.' 

"The hippie kissed the girl. 'Thanks for the use of your asshole,' he said. 
'I'll fuck it anytime you need attention.' 

" 'Which is often,' the girl retorted with a smile. The couple departed in 
search of other partners. And I felt an overwhelming compulsion to follow 
the girl. She was a hippie and stood for everything I was opposed to, yet, 
she had a distinct preference for anal sex. And a sixth sense told me that 
the girl was originally from a farm. I had to meet and talk to her. She 
couldn't have been more than sixteen, and I was already well into my 
forties. But, despite my misgivings, I felt a warmth that almost approached 
love for the girl. I had made a fool of myself in the past. One more time 
wouldn't hurt. Finally, I caught up with the girl and asked her to stop. 

"The soft, blue eyes of the blonde girl stared at me, curious. I must have 
presented an enigmatic picture to her: middle-aged, a bit on the paunchy 
side, balding, and dressed with the severe correctness of an establishment 
figure. Her eyes and face asked the reason for my presence at a drug-and 
sex-oriented rock festival which appealed solely to the hippie and his 
particular anti-establishment life style. I ignored her silent questions, 
and asked bluntly, 'Have you ever lived on a farm? Forgive me for asking,' I 
added foolishly, 'but I have a reason for asking. An important reason.' 

" 'To you? Or to me?' she asked in a guarded, hostile voice, I could have 
been a cop. 

" 'To me,' I had to confess. 

"My honesty broke the ice. These kids fucked indiscriminately, smoked pot, 
and were generally I lazy by establishment definitions. But a sense of 
honesty pervaded all of them. And this they prized more than any other 
feature in a man's makeup. 

"The girl smiled, prettily. 'An honest John square. You ought to be stuffed 
and mounted. Prick ' and all.' 

"She added the latter in an effort to shock me. But I presented an 
unshockable front which was also most unestablishment. 'I grew up on a 
farm,' I explained. 'Guess I was just lonely to talk to someone who knew 
something about livestock and ; plant cultivation.' 

" 'Try me,' she replied. 

" 'Then you are from a farm,' I gushed with a quavering voice. I don't know 
why I began to grow excited and couldn't stop my hands from shaking. I 
looked and sounded like a damned fool, and didn't care. For the first time 
in my life, I didn't care about someone else's opinion of me. 

"And the girl decided to trust me. I was some sort of establishment nut. But 
an honest one, and certainly not a cop. She said, 'I ran away from home 
about a year ago. Joined up with a hippie commune, and found it to my 
liking. But,' she added, 'I'm a farm girl. Born and bred.' 

"Impulsively, I stuck out my hand. 'Name's Martin,' I said. 'I'd like to get 
to know you. For some reason, I feel drawn toward you.' 

"The girl returned my handshake with the utmost seriousness. "They call me 
Sonny,' she said. 'But if you're looking for a fuck, I can't handle your 
cock until tomorrow. I've already had my cunt blown once already.' 

" 'Anal sex,' I explained, 'is what really fascinates me. Most farm girls I 
knew liked it that way, too.' 

"The girl looked back at me with surprise. 'We do have something in common.' 
She took my hand again. 'Follow me,' she ordered, and led me over to the 
outskirts of the huge green pasture where the rock festival was being held. 
Alone, on a blanket, was a girlish-looking boy who was probably still in his 
teens. He was dressed with the beads and headband of the hippie but in an 
extremely effeminate way. He looked up at Sonny with a peevish face. 
"Thought you'd never come,' he said. There wasn't any doubt in my mind now 
that the boy was a fag. 

" 'This is Danny,' Sonny to me. I call him Daisy for obvious reasons.' 

" 'I understand,' I replied. But I didn't understand her association with 
the queer boy. Sonny was a normal and healthy minded farm girl who loved 
cock. She quickly explained the relationship. Intellectually, she enjoyed 
the companionship of Danny and his boyfriend. However, Danny's queer 
boyfriend couldn't attend the festival, and Sonny had promised to take care 
of Danny, sexually. 

"After Sonny and the homosexual had removed their clothes, Danny rummaged 
through his pants and took out a dildoe. The girl quickly strapped it around 
her body. She explained. 'Lake all homos, Danny likes to get fucked in the 
asshole. He's a queen. Since his lover can't be here, I promised to give him 
this,' and she patted the dildoe. 

"An idea hit me that made me go dizzy and feel faint. I heard words come out 
of my mouth that sounded incredulous even to my own ears. 'May I join you?' 
I asked. 

"Sonny laughed. 'Sure. Daisy will be delighted to suck your cock while I 
take care of his asshole,' 

"I blushed. 'That's not exactly what I've got in mind. I want to enjoy anal 
sex with you.' 

" 'Fuck my asshole?' Sonny asked. 'Why, certainly. I'd love it. And what a 
beautifully creative mind you've got for an establishment square. You're 
really a hippie at heart.' She nodded at my trousers. 'Drop your pants and 
hurry. Daisy here is dying for a fuck.' 

"I not only discarded my trousers but, feeling unusually gay and 
lighthearted, I removed all of my clothing. Sonny lewdly eyed my stiffening 
cock. 'You'll do,' she said approvingly. 'Let's fuck.' 

"The queer hurriedly dropped to his knees and elbows. Sonny knelt behind him 
and inserted the lifelike dildoe between the cheeks of the homosexual. 
Sweating profusely, and with trembling hands, I delicately parted the girl's 
cheeks and slid my prick inside. The penile shaft felt hot to my touch and 
the blood was pounding through its many veins. 

"Sonny called over her shoulder to me. 'When I push forward, you do the 
same. Let's fuck in unison.' 

"I nodded, and as I did I couldn't help but glance at the face of the queer. 
His eyes were closed tight. Later, I was told that he was imagining the act 
was being performed by his own boyfriend. He was cold to women, even one 
fitted with a dildoe. It was going to take a supreme effort on the part of 
Sonny to make him ejaculate. 

"But the queer's asshole wasn't my problem. I was entranced to find myself 
staring at the loveliest ass cheeks I'd ever seen on a female. They were not 
the huge, curving sort like the ones on Aunt Martha. But these cheeks had a 
charm of their own. They-were smaller but firmer and more curvaceous, and 
the skin was smooth enough to eat. And the feel of my cock flesh inside of 
the darling girl's hot and tight asshole sent shivers of delirium spinning 
throughout my body and mind. The lust fever grew so intense that I really 
wasn't conscious of that first fuck in Sonny's asshole. During the fuck, I 
did know that we were like Siamese twins. As Sonny plunged the dildoe into 
the queer's ass, I rammed my own prick inside Sonny's rear chamber of love. 
And before I knew it, the queer began to shout and scream at the top of his 
lungs. 

"Sonny's dildoe had hit the queer's prostate gland, his cock had erupted, 
and that was what stung him to scream aloud. My own cream burst out of its 
bonds and spilled into Sonny's rectum. I fell back, weakened by the force 
and intensity of the emission. I knew at that moment that never again would 
I draw a breath unless Sonny's ass belonged to me. 

"Despite all of our differences, Sonny agreed to marry me. We learned to 
compromise. She became more establishment. I became more hippie. Our great 
love for each other will always keep us together." 


 CONCLUSION 

Anal sex is not a perverse, abnormal, or dirty act committed by dirty 
people. Between a sexually adjusted couple, anal sex can add dimension and 
even more pleasure to a pleasurable experience. The growth of one's sexual 
capacities is neither a natural nor an easy process. It is vital that one 
must learn, experience, and approach sex with an open mind. In an era that 
is generally regarded as sexually liberated, the majority of sexually active 
adults still look askance at anal sex, regarding it as an activity for the 
"kookier" elements of society. 

From the case histories presented in this book, and from many other cases of 
a similar nature, it is clear that negative attitudes toward anal sex still 
prevail. And as Allan Fromme in his Ability to Love pointed out: 

Attitudes are extremely hard to change. Knowledge is much more flexible; 
facts can be quite easily altered. If tomorrow we were told that hitherto 
unknown records of Columbus' voyage had been found which proved he had 
discovered America not in 1492 but in 1490, the change would be accepted at 
once. The school books would be revised, the teachers would teach the new 
date, and al! of us would comfortably say for the rest of our lives that 
Columbus discovered America in 1490. But attitudes have deep roots. They are 
entwined with emotions and feelings. They cling like vines to our everyday 
patterns of behavior. They are not arrived at by the paths of reason, and 
reason has little effect on them. 

Sexual attitudes are especially influenced by feelings and emotions. The 
anus, being associated with the bowel movement, automatically conjures up, 
even in the minds of the most unimaginative, feelings of distaste and 
emotions that are the complete reverse of love and passion. These attitudes 
arise early in the sexual development of the individual because he is taught 
to regard the normal functions of his body with a certain amount of shame. 
Allan Fromme enlarged upon this when he wrote: 

Nothing in the average boy's childhood, or the average girl's for that 
matter, counteracts the cultural pressures towards shame and concealment of 
the body. The cultural associations with naughtiness and filth, that begin 
at the age of two. By the time a boy is adolescent, these associations are 
too deeply buried for him to be aware of them. Yet they go with him into his 
first sexual experiences, and they color his attitudes towards the girl he 
goes with. 

Despite the cultural attitudes which are attuned against any expression of 
anal sex, many couples find an outlet in this kind of sex, and for a variety 
of reasons; boredom, a childhood experience, fear of pregnancy, etc. They 
are able to achieve orgasm, and the actual act of anal coitus may be 
entirely pleasurable. At least for the moment. But are they fulfilled? Do 
they remain sexually happy? 

Fromme wrote: 

Who, then, is sexually happy? What is a sexually happy person or, as 
psychologists phrase it, a sexually well-adjusted individual? 

To begin with, he or she is a person who does not feel sex is dirty, who 
does not have fears about it, who accepts it as part of nature and of human 
nature and a natural source of pleasure. It is a person who is interested in 
sex, appreciates it, enjoys it. 

But this interest does not exclude all other interests. An exclusive 
interest in sex is a preoccupation with it, an obsession with it, and this, 
as we well know, is not happiness or good adjustment at all but something 
approaching sickness. 

Some couples, as we noted in The Fanny Trap, are driven to anal sex because 
the anus is an extremely erogenous zone. Quite often, these individuals 
regard themselves as abnormal or sexual freaks because their most sensitive 
sexual area is in the anus instead of the genitals. This is a fairly 
frequent physical occurrence, and such cases have been noted for many 
centuries, la his book, Fanny Trap Self-Stimulation, R.E.L. Masters 
describes the use of an artificial penis to stimulate the anal region. He 
writes: 

This practice was evidently not uncommon among the ancient Romans. And 
Petronius, in a usually censored passage, writes that "Enothea brought out 
the leather penis which she rubbed with oil and nettle seed and then 
gradually inserted up my anus." Roman prostitutes reportedly stimulated men 
in this way to help them overcome impotence. Many of these doubtless were 
predominantly homosexual men. But the same practice was employed with males 
who, whether homosexual or not, had no potency problems in relation to 
women. 

In chapter five, case subject Martin B. had a traumatic sexual experience as 
a boy which affected his attitudes for many years. He was unable to change 
with the changing times, and regarded the younger generation with suspicion 
and even hostility. Eventually, he matured and used his addiction to anal 
sex as a means of finding a satisfactory wife. Allan Fromme discussed such 
attitudes and people. He wrote: 

Even a damaging experience can have its positive results... We cannot plan 
what is best for us in every detail of our lives, and even if we knew what 
was best we could not always bring it to pass in the way we dream. Life 
gives us many chances, and sometimes those that seem most unpromising turn 
out best of all. No one has only good luck, and no one has only bad. Some 
people do seem to suffer a string of misfortunes, it is true. But the 
individual who complains too often about how badly the world treats him is 
really complaining about how badly he treats himself. 

In summary, we are able to make the following conclusions: 

1. Anal sex is a perfectly normal act which is triggered by perfectly normal 
desires. 

2. Feelings of guilt and shame associated with anal sex are acquired in 
childhood. 

3. Anal sex, when used in conjunction with other sexual acts, can embellish 
and enrich the sexual experience. 

4. Anal sex has its origins in antiquity. 

5. The anus is an erogenous zone. In some people, the most sensitive and 
sexually responsive area of the entire body. 

6. The ability to develop one's sexual capabilities to the fullest (and this 
includes anal sex) reflects the mature and well-adjusted individual. 


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Freud, Sigmund. Basic Writings. New York: Random House, Inc., 1938. 

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