Mature Seductresses of Young Boys
by Unknown
(Dr Klow Library Book-2)


FOREWORD 

After completing my book, Dominatresses and Boy Sex Slaves, I found that I 
had gathered vast reams of material, many boxes of tape recordings made 
during interviews with subjects for my case-history observations, and that 
my mind was still full of hundreds of absorbing, real-life examples of the 
methods in which the mature female seduces the boy or younger male, many of 
which could of course not possibly have been included in my first volume. 

Research, if done honestly and zealously, is a laborious task, but no author 
worthy of his salt can neglect it. Once he begins it, however, he finds so 
many ramifications, so many complexities and devious bypaths of material 
that he often feels he has material for several other books. And this is 
exactly what happened to me. 

Back in Toronto, after a much-needed vacation at Montreal's famous "Expo," I 
met some of my fellow doctors and friends from other walks of life at the 
Granite Club. We discussed the first volume of mine, and the discussion grew 
as these professional men told me of instances which had happened in their 
own lives-some even to themselves personally-as well as those with which 
they were personally acquainted as having touched the lives of people they 
knew. It was obvious to me as to them that this theme of how the older woman 
seduces the boy is even more prevalent than I myself had believed. 

An advertising man it was who made the point that my first book went 
intensively into the mental outlook of the female who was drawn to the young 
boy or younger male; "but that I did not deal too thoroughly with the 
important psychological aspect of what happens to these males as they 
mature. It was true that I defended myself against that charge, for several 
of the cases in the first book I have already cited do document the later 
history of the male in the case. All the same I was willing to admit that 
there was certainly enough material after my research for not only one but 
several other volumes. 

And so, my faithful readers, here is the second volume, with the promise 
that there will be more. I have re-examined all the material that I have 
researched, and I have found fascinating vagaries, psychological viewpoints, 
even unusual techniques in the matter of seduction. But most important of 
all, since I have known what to seek specifically, I have discovered much of 
human interest as regards the mental processes of the male himself as he 
becomes the victim of an older woman's seduction and as he carries this 
effect into his future life. 

I do not moralize or draw judgments. I simply report, with, it is true, the 
background of a doctor, a marriage counselor and a psychiatrist. But I try 
to avoid in all instances technical language that may cloud the issue or 
make it difficult for the reader to follow. My task is simply to present the 
stories of a mature woman and a young boy and let the reader "see" them as 
if he knew them personally. If I have succeeded, then my reportorial work 
has been ably done. If I have given you insight into the workings of the 
minds of those around you, helped explain some of the baffling questions of 
human sexual behavior, then I have not labored in vain. 

The Author 

 CHAPTER ONE 

THE HOME 

Most insurance underwriters will tell you that more accidents happen in the 
home than in any other possible locale. One might say the same thing of 
sexual seductions. 

From the very outset of his life, a child receives not only security, 
nutrition, love and tenderness and solicitude from his parents, but also his 
first cognizance of sex. Sometimes and in many instances this is unwitting. 
One often has read in novels that a young wife tells her ardent husband that 
they must be careful when they make love "not to let Baby see" if they 
already have a child who is at an impressionable age, or even an infant. 

But it is in the home that the young boy sometimes accidentally catches a 
glimpse of his mother's thighs or breasts or her loins or her bottom. And if 
he has been given the impression that it is a sin for a male to look at the 
body of a female, then what he sees will have a traumatic effect upon him. 
It is all part and parcel of the kind of sexual education which is given in 
the home. We have read of many frustrations in sex, thanks to earlier 
upbringing which was puritanical, so that in later life when a young man or 
a woman married, he or she felt at odds with the sudden privilege of having 
sexual relations because all of his or her previous life, sex was regarded 
as a "forbidden" or "unwholesome" thing. 

In our present society, with the advent of what is called the "sexual 
revolution," there begins to be observed a reaction against the puritanism 
and the guilty neuroses of say, the Mid Victorian era. Out of puritanism has 
always come hypocrisy, a set of double standards which were transmitted down 
through mature life and noticeably altered the psyche as well as the 
behavior of the individual. 

For example, in England at about the middle of the 19th Century, it was 
considered grossly improper for a wife to avow or admit any sexual interest 
in her own husband, or to exhibit responsive passion to his. She was looked 
upon as the chattel, the vessel, and the act was done in darkness, with long 
nightshirts to cover the "nastiness" of the human body. Today, the pendulum 
has swung to the other extreme, so that we see magazines upon the newstand 
which clinically exhibit every part of the male and female body. To be sure, 
there may be too much of this, but it is certainly healthier to understand 
and to look upon the human body without shame or guilt or recrimination. 
Then what is done is candid, spontaneous and natural, which is as it should 
be. 

But the youngster who grows up in a home where there in sententious 
moralizing, where he is given the feeling that to steal a glance at his 
sister's bare thighs or his mother's bare breasts is unwholesome and 
unnatural and where he goes through adolescence without ever understanding 
the tortured, damned-up emotions which he feels and which he must suppress 
because it would be "shameful and dirty" otherwise, he cannot be expected to 
adjust rationally or normally when, in young mature life, he is exposed to a 
seductress who has no such hidebound views and who looks upon him rather 
with amusement as a kind of "scared virgin" whose reactions will provide her 
with not only sexual pleasure but also the ego-expanding flattery of 
conquest. 

Now the "double standard" I have mentioned which existed in the 19th Century 
and particularly in England would find husband and wife absolute strangers 
to each other even in bed, as if they did not wish to admit the act itself. 
It was considered perfectly proper for the husband to go to a brothel where 
he might purchase a teenaged girl to whip, sodomize or ravish as he chose. 
He and his cronies would deem this great sport and would meet at their clubs 
to savor all the lurid details of such "conquests." But let one of their 
wives so much as expose an ankle to the grocery boy, or pat his cheek, or, 
for that matter, leave a light burning on the night table beside the bed and 
wear a wrapper instead of a thick Mother-Hubbardish nightshift when she was 
about to have sexual relations with her husband, and these same pious 
gentlemen would be loud in their censure of the wanton trollop who had the 
name of wife but was little better than a whore. This is not mere 
fabrication, this is fact. And it had taken us practically a century to cast 
off the shackles of a dreary, repressive and constricting puritanism which 
left in its wake lifelong inhibitions, traumas and neuroses ... and, quite 
beyond that, doubtless set the stage for the imperative necessity for a 
nation of psychiatrists to counsel those whose lives have been hampered by 
just such guilt repressions. 

And yet, even in the most emancipated of modern homes, even where sexual 
education is given in a wholesome, and unbiased manner to young children, 
there still exists the unknown quantity of fetish, the stimulus, the 
inspiration-as you will-which may linger in the mind of even the most 
properly trained boy or girl and affect him or her in later life. It may 
probe into the subconscious realm of the mind, only to crop up years later 
without warning or precedent. 

This is why so many of my case histories are absolutely unpredictable. This 
is why also I try to go as deeply into the background of those with whom I 
consult, learning what they can remember of their childhood so as to 
pinpoint precisely what it was that "turned them on," to use the vernacular. 

But in the home, as I say, there is every opportunity, every potential, to 
indoctrinate the child into sexual mores, both conventional and 
unconventional. If, let us say, the weather is warm and the mother or the 
babysitter or the governess or nurse decides to go around without wearing 
panties or a slip, and the child should be looking at a moment when the 
female moves in such a way as to disclose her upper thighs, it is possible 
for him to catch a glimpse of the loins or of temptingly rounded buttocks 
and thus be sensually attracted even without knowing it. 

When we speak of the home and we delve into the case histories which follow, 
I shall include maid, babysitter, as well as family friend. You will see 
from these actual instances which follow how such persons can and do seduce 
young boys, and what takes place as a result. 

Our first case is that of a maid employed in a well to do home. 

 CASE HISTORY 

Marian Age 29 Brent L-, Age 13 

Marian was forced to look for work when her husband and two-year-old 
daughter were both killed in an automobile accident. She was twenty-seven 
years old at the time, had enjoyed a reasonably good marriage and a 
wholesome sexual adjustment. She had come to this marriage a virgin, but 
with an open mind and an eagerness, borne out of genuine love for her 
husband. He in turn had taught her how to find climax not only by fucking, 
but also by being fingered and tongued. And as a consequence, she relished 
sexual experience and missed it deeply when her husband died. 

Marian was slightly plump but nonetheless quite attractive, with large, well 
formed, firm titties and bottom-cheeks of ample but delightfully curved 
proportions. 

Unfortunately, her husband had not taken out sufficient insurance, and as 
soon as the shock of both his and her daughter's death began to wane, she 
found to her horror that she was practically destitute. Moreover, since she 
had married almost immediately after leaving high school, she was 
practically untrained to earn her livelihood. All she knew was housework, 
and as a consequence she determined to find a job in that field. 

Fortunately, she was able to secure through an employment agency a very good 
job which paid quite well as a maid in a household where there was only one 
child to take care of, a boy of thirteen. His parents were quite healthily 
adjusted as regards sex, and often Marian walked in on them kissing, 
fondling each other, and also, far more often than was good for her state of 
mind at her deprivation, heard them fucking in their bedroom. As she told 
me, the sounds of their bodies slithering together, their wet kisses, the 
smacks of their hands spanking each other, and the moans and gasps when they 
came, were sheer torture. 

The boy's parents were interior decorators and worked as a team, so they 
traveled frequently and often left Brent in her care. It was during one of 
these trips that Marian seduced him. 

On this particular evening while they were watching television, Marian 
observed that Brent was spending more time looking at her legs than at the 
television set. Her dress had rucked up and she had crossed her legs, so she 
divined that he was able to see at least to the top of her sheer nylon hose. 
It was obvious that he was excited, and this excitement was communicated to 
her. 

She pretended not to be aware of his goggling stare, and casually pulled the 
side of her dress up and adjusted a suspender in such a way that she gave 
him undeterred view of her thighs well above her nylons. 

Then she turned deliberately and, without lowering her dress, gave him a 
fascinating smile and murmured, "I think you like looking at my legs, don't 
you, Brent? Do you think that they're nice?" 

He blushingly mumbled something, rather incoherent, but from this Marian was 
able to draw the fact that he did indeed like looking at them and considered 
them extremely attractive. 

"I'm going to give you a chance to have a really good look at them, then," 
she laughed softly. His breath began to come more quickly as she walked over 
and, standing close to his chair, caught up the hem of her dress and slowly 
began to loft it above her legs. "Just you tell me when you want me to 
stop," she said with a coy giggle as the dress moved upwards. 

Her hands were trembling with excitement as she watched his face darken and 
tauten with passion. Already well above the tops of her hose, her dress 
continued to hike until a bit of her pale blue nylon panties was seen. 

"Would you like to touch?" she proffered. 

He uttered a stifled little groan and, unanswering put one palm on each 
thigh just below the tops of her hose. Then he began to rub and press his 
hands as they moved upwards from the nylons to her satiny naked skin. 

Even after his hands reached her panties, which by then were fully exposed 
to his bulging eyes, Brent didn't stop. To show him that she was inviting 
him to continue, Marian moved her feet widely apart, straddling her legs to 
give him total access to the crotch of her panties. 

One of his hands pressed there against her cunt, while the other rubbed the 
nylon-sheathed slopes of her plump bottom-cheeks. 

"Pl-please let me see you, M-Marian," he begged in a tone of agonized 
despair. 

"What do you mean, Brent dear?" she teased. 

"You know!" His hand pressed against her cunt. "Right there! I-I've never 
seen that part of a woman, not ever!" 

She continued to tease him and ask him questions, until she had discovered 
that he had truly never seen a naked woman. The only time he had ever seen 
anyone of the opposite sex was when he had witnessed a diaper change to a 
year-old girl cousin. 

Marian then seated herself on the arm of his chair with her dress still 
boldly lofted, and continued to talk to him while she pretended to decide 
whether or not she was going to grant this favor. At last she agreed that 
she would at least remove her dress. As she stood before him in bra, 
panties, garterbelt, nylon hose and shoes, he began to sweat. "Go ahead and 
feel my titties," she said gently. Again he uttered a stifled gasp and 
reached up to feel the snugly filled cups of her bra, as he stammered, "Gee, 
I-I sure would love to see and feel them, I sure would!" 

"All right, I'll let you put one of your hands into my bra, but don't you 
dare tear it," she said indulgently. 

He needed no second invitation, and while he was doing it, she put her own 
right hand to the front of his trousers and found, just as she had expected, 
that he had a hard-on. He winced and groaned, and then gasped, "Oh please, 
take off-take them all off-I want to see you, please!" 

"All right, I'll make a deal with you, Brent," she gave him a fascinating, 
prolonged smile as she stood very close to him. "Why don't we go into my 
bedroom. There you can take off all your clothes, and I'll take off all of 
mine. Isn't that fair?" 

"Oh yes!" he gasped. She took him by the hand and led him to her bedroom, 
then drew back the covers on the bed. 

He was obviously nervous and embarrassed, and yet he was able to take his 
clothes off rather quickly. However, he did hesitate when he reached his 
shorts, but Marian laughed and said, "That's not keeping the bargain, dear, 
not if you expect me to take mine off too. Now take them all off!" 

He unbuttoned them with fumbling fingers, and then dragged them down to let 
them slither around his ankles. Her hand reached out and took hold of his 
stiff young prick. 

"My gracious, what a big one you have there, darling," she fibbed. "You know 
what? I bet that after you look up my dress when I'm not watching, you sneak 
off to the bathroom and do this to your big boy!" And then, she moved her 
hand back and forth in the motion of frigging. 

Brent blushingly denied it, but she knew very well he was lying. "Well, it 
doesn't matter. I'm flattered that you think that much of me, really, Brent. 
Now why don't you take off my bra like a good boy?" 

His hands began to tremble violently as he fumbled with the catch of the 
bra, and then he uttered a loud cry of ecstasy when the bra fell and her big 
round firm and satiny titties thrust out in all their glory. At once he 
gripped them with his hands and began to rub and squeeze them. 

"You know, Brent," she murmured, "when a man plays with a girl's titties, he 
sometimes sucks them for her to make her feel nice. Won't you do that for 
me, please?" 

Then, putting one hand to the back of his head, die pressed his face until 
she felt his mouth graze one of her nipples. "That's it, take it into your 
mouth and suck it dowry, darling," she encouraged. He did so, and she felt 
it throb and harden. "Wait a minute and let me show you what you did, dear," 
she said as she moved away. "See how hard and dark it is? That's what you 
did. And it feels so nice. Now do it to the other one!" 

This time he was bolder, and sucked it greedily. After he had finished and 
she had removed her nipple to show him what effect his sucking had had on 
her, he panted, "Please take your panties off, won't you please?" 

"Oh, I'm too tired," she shrugged her lovely dimpled shoulders. "If you want 
them off, you've got to do all the work yourself." 

He stood at her side to keep her in profile, staring at her face and naked 
titties hungrily. Then with his trembling fingers he began to lower her 
panties. She could see that he was teasing himself by taking them down very 
slowly, his eyes glittering avidly as her naked flesh and then her cunt were 
exposed in the descent. 

When he let them drop to her ankles, she caught his hands which had tried to 
grab her between the thighs and made him put his arms around her. Then, as 
she squeezed his bottom, she murmured, "You know, a girl likes to be kissed 
a lot and felt up before she does the real thing with a man." 

"I want to kiss you, yes-oh let me-you're so wonderful," he blurted. 

"Well, kiss my bubbies again then, dear, and my tummy too. Oh that's nice. 
And now you can kiss my mouth. Wait a bit, don't do it so hard. Open your 
lips a little-that's it. And now put your tongue out just a little until it 
goes into my mouth. I'll do the same for you. Isn't it exciting?" 

"Oh yes, oh gee, it's awfully nice, I-I never had anything like this 
before!" he panted. 

"Let's go to bed then, dear, so we can be more comfy. Standing like this 
will tire us both out," she giggled. She took him by the wrist and led him 
to the bed. "Oh please, let me see your-you know, between your legs-" he 
stammered. 

"You mean my pussy, my cunt? All right, dear. Now, take a good look." 

With this, she lay down on her back, lifted her knees in the air and spread 
them widely. "Look at it closely. Go ahead, it won't bite," she teased. He 
was crouching on his knees and moved his face between her thighs and peered 
down in between them at her pussy. "Can I touch it?" he gasped. "Oh no, 
before you touch it, you have to kiss it just the way you did my mouth. And 
don't forget to use your tongue the way you did in my mouth. That's really 
exciting for a girl. If you want me to be nice to you, you have to be nice 
to me in return." 

Nervously at first, and then with growing passion, Brent pressed his mouth 
against her cunt. Then after a little while, he began to slither out his 
tongue and to rim the lips of her vulva. 

Marian moaned with passion, cupping her titties and squeezing them, pressing 
them together, her head turning slowly from side to side. Then he stopped. 
"Oh don't-don't stop now, darling!" she panted. "You keep on doing that 
until I tell you not to, you hear me? Otherwise I'll send you back to your 
room and that'll be all you'll ever have of me." 

It was obvious that Brent regarded this as a catastrophe, and so he 
diligently crammed his tongue back into her cunt. At her directions, he 
began to feel for her clitoris, and soon she was wriggling and moaning, 
until with a final long-drawn moan of ecstasy, her body shuddered and quaked 
in hot girlcome. Then she pulled him into her arms atop her, and told him, 
"You see, that was lovely. It made me come. You know what come is? It's when 
you jack yourself off and that white stuff comes out. Well, a girl does that 
too inside, when a man loves her pussy the way you just did, either with his 
tongue or his finger or his big stiff cock." 

"I'll do the same for you some day," she added as she stroked the back of 
his neck with one hand and his bottom with the other. "I'll take your prick 
into my mouth and I'll suck until you come-would you like that?" 

"Oh yes-but-but I'd really-" 

"What would you really like?" she urged. 

"I-I want to-" his face turned furiously red. 

"You want to fuck me, don't you? You want to put your cock into my pussy, is 
that it?" 

The boy nodded, trembling violently, staring at her with longing eyes. With 
a smile, she rolled onto her back, spread her legs widely, and murmured, 
"All right, put it into me." 

He mounted her belly, shaking with nervousness and passion, and his stiff 
cock began to jab against her thighs and belly until at last he found the 
wet twitching slit of her cunt and managed all by himself to insert his 
ramrod just inside the quivering soft lips. 

To her amazement, she didn't need to guide him very much. He soon began to 
thrust in and out of her like an experienced lover. Nor was it any surprise 
to her when suddenly, after about two minutes of this, he uttered a wild cry 
and collapsed on her, and she could feel his young hot spurt shooting down 
her cunt. 

Later that evening, Brent's potency was restored, and after an extended 
session of erotic play which consisted of fondling each other, kissing, 
licking and sucking, she allowed him to fuck her again. This time he was 
able to last much longer, and Marian was brought to a hot and furious come 
during the act of coitus. 

She let Brent sleep in her bed all that night. In the morning, and 
throughout the rest of the three days while his parents were on their 
travels, he and Marian were almost constantly naked, and fucked, Frenched 
and gamahuched every chance they got. 

On their final day together, Marian realized with a certain dismay that her 
time of the month was starting. But she was determined not to waste the 
magnificent hard-on which she saw on him, and so she said, "I'm going to 
show you another way to do it when a girl is sick or has her curse-that's 
what I have, dear. You know I told you how a girl is made and what happens 
to her once a month? Now you watch." 

With this, she knelt on the bed on all fours, and looked back over her 
shoulder, "Now get on the bed behind me, kneel down and stick your prick 
into my bumhole. Here, I'll show you." 

With this, she reached back, drew open the cheeks of her behind and exposed 
the plump, puckering petals of her asshole. "You mean there?" he gasped. 

"Oh yes. And when you do it, when you've got it all the way in, reach 
forward with a finger and put it into my pussy and find my little button. 
Rub it back and forth and you'll make me awfully happy. I'll do nice things 
for you if you do that for me, darling," she urged hoarsely. 

The boy obeyed, and his cries of joy began to tell her very swiftly that he 
found buggering almost as delightful as fucking, if not more so! 

After Brent's parents returned, Marian and the youth took every opportunity 
possible to engage in numerous varieties of sexual acts. Then, almost a year 
later, she suddenly left the job. 

Brent had a feeling that his mother and father knew something about her 
sudden departure, but whenever he questioned them, they ignored him or else 
changed the subject. 

It was only years later he discovered that Marian had become pregnant 
through him and that she had left the job because of it. It was a shock to 
htm to realize he had fathered a child when he was only thirteen. 

Alone and sensitive, with the memory of all their sexual joys, he fell into 
a black despondency. He tried to jack himself off as a sexual outlet, and it 
gave very little consolation. 

His parents hired a new maid, but Brent found that she was older than Marian 
and less attractive. The first time he made a tentative sexual overture, she 
was horrified and threatened to tell his mother, so he didn't try again. 

To be sure, Brent had already instilled within him the lust for a woman's 
flesh, which Marian had inculcated in his psyche. So, after the rebuff by 
the new maid, he thought of trying to make out with girls, but the idea 
didn't really appeal to him. He had, as can readily be understood, been 
conditioned to the mature titties, bottomcheeks and quivering, pulsing 
thighs of the mature woman: hence only such a woman could fulfill his needs 
in the future. And so, when he was on the street, when he ate in 
restaurants, when he rode the bus, he stared openly at women's legs with the 
yearning hope that one of them would recognize his wish-fulfillment longings 
and respond to him as Marian had done. 

Unfortunately, most women who apprehended him in the act of staring at their 
legs, clenched them tightly and looked shocked. Several of them even laughed 
at the boy, but not one provided the opportunity he so passionately craved. 
Once, indeed, Brent followed a woman out of the restaurant after having 
looked up her dress while she was seated at an adjacent table. Her body 
reminded him of Marian's, and the sight of her plump thighs, pale white 
above the stocking tops, had roused him furiously, to the point of losing 
his already waning self-control. He caught up to her on the street and asked 
her, using the very words Marian had taught him, "Please, M'am, will you let 
me gamahuch you? You've got such gorgeous legs, I'm just dying to put my 
mouth on your cunt!" 

With a gasp of alarm, the woman turned on him and slapped his face hard. 
Then she began to scream, and he turned and ran like a deer. Blocks later, 
he stopped, his heart pounding wildly, and with relief told himself that he 
hadn't been caught; it would have been a horrible scandal. 

That scare, for the next few weeks, kept him from approaching other women. 
Yet in time, the demands of his flesh proved too great to suborn. And so, on 
a crowded sidewalk one afternoon, seeing an attractive mature woman walk 
just ahead of him, watching her bottomcheeks shift and undulate, he reached 
out and squeezed. She glared at him angrily, opened her mouth as if to cry 
for help, and he turned and fled again quickly. Thus for years his life 
consisted only of desire for a mature woman, and what little relief he had 
was done by jacking off while he closed his eyes and pretended that a mature 
woman, naked and willing as Marian had been, was beside him fondling and 
sucking and licking his cock and balls, opening the soft pink lips of her 
pussy to let him stick his stiff prick inside and fuck her. It was 
unsatisfactory, and it was torture after reality. 

Finally, at the age of eighteen, five years after he had been indoctrinated 
by Marian, Brent had his first sexual experience with a girl of about his 
own age. She was willing and passionate, and when she undressed down to bra 
and panties, most men would have considered her tremendously exciting. In 
Brent's eyes, she was too immature, too nubile. 

He knelt down before her and panted, "Delia, I've just got to kiss your 
sweet pussy first. Please let me." The girl blushed, then nodded. He gripped 
the cheeks of her behind and glued his mouth to her cunt, and began to suck 
and lick, in the hope that it would stir him. But it didn't, and he couldn't 
get a hard-on. Nonetheless, he kept licking at her until she finally groaned 
and came. Then as he rose to his feet, glancing down forlornly at his limp 
prick, he stammered, "Delia, please-do something for me now after what I did 
for you-I-I can't get it up-but if you take it in your mouth, if you suck my 
cock, I-I'll get real hard i can fuck you." 

"Oh, for heaven sakes, of course I won't do a filthy thing like that!" the 
young red-haired girl gasped, turning scarlet with indignation. 

She had, as we can readily divine, been conditioned with that singular 
double standard which applies to women as well as to men; to have her own 
pleasure from his mouth had been one thing, but to perform the act of 
Frenching was anathema because it was "dirty." 

From this we can see immediately and especially in the adolescent male or 
female, that lasting harm can be done by the conditioning of an attitude 
which embodies fear and guilt and shame. Possibly, if this red-haired girl 
had been as willing to French Brent as he had been willing to gamahuch her, 
the rest of the story might never have been written. 

So, with a groan of despair, he put on his clothes and left her room while 
she laughed at him. And the tragedy was deepening inside of him, the 
yearning and the frustration growing until they would stifle his very soul. 

As he walked home slowly, a sudden thought leaped into his brain. Why should 
he go on with college when he could get a job and make money and buy a 
whore? A whore that might remind him of Marian, mature and ripe and willing! 

His parents were shocked and pleaded with him when they learned that he 
intended to drop out of college. But he was adamant. He took a job driving a 
truck at the age of nineteen. With the money he earned, he was thus able to 
hire middle-aged whores, and at last with them he found relief in fucking 
and being sucked that he so desperately needed. 

A year later, he came upon a whore who almost exactly resembled Marian, and 
the moment he saw her in a bar, he felt himself taken by a tremendous 
hard-on. He went up to her, told her that he wanted her for the night, and 
she took him to her place. 

While he was sucking her titties and gamahuching her, just as he had done 
with Marian, he was ecstatically happy. Later, when she lay down on her back 
and drew her knees up and smilingly encouraged him to thrust his prick in 
and fuck her hard, the same spirit of acceptance and delight took hold of 
his youth. 

The experience was so thrilling for him that when he was ready to leave, he 
turned to her and said, "Would you marry me?" 

"Shit, no, fellow," she chuckled. "You must be out of your mind. It was fun, 
and you're a pretty good screwer, and you gamahuch real well. Only I'm not 
the marrying kind, you ought to know that, a decent kid like you." 

But Brent wasn't satisfied. He returned to her again and again, buying her 
services each night in that bar, and each time he renewed his offer of 
marriage. At last, she agreed to let him live with her while she kept on 
whoring. It wasn't exactly what Brent wanted, but since it was all that she 
would offer, he reluctantly accepted. 

In return for offering him all the Frenching and buggering and gamahuching 
he could stand, the prostitute demanded an expensive apartment and a 
continuous supply of liquor. Before long, as might be expected, he fell 
deeply into debt. Naturally, his parents refused to assist him financially 
unless he returned to the family and resumed his college which he refused to 
do. 

Soon, out of desperation, Brent began to write fraudulent checks, and soon 
was arrested and charged. His father stood bail and gave him a long lecture 
regarding the disgrace he was bringing on his family. 

While he was out on bail awaiting trial, Brent finally solved his problems. 
Late one night he went to his father's garage, having stolen the ignition 
key out of his father's desk. He drove the car out along the highway at high 
speed into a bridge abutment, and highway patrol officers found him dead 
when they pulled him out of the wreckage. 

Thus, we see the lasting effects fo female seduction by a mature woman on an 
impressionable boy. If Marian had not seduced him when he was only thirteen, 
Brent undoubtedly would have progressed to the normal stages of first 
jacking off, then necking with girls of his own age, and final coital 
intercourse. Instead, being introduced to sex by a mature woman distorted 
his outlook so that in later life he found that only a woman like Marian 
could satisfy his needs. 

This problem is recurrent, and I have in my files hundreds of such cases 
over the years. Of course, I don't doubt for a moment that there are 
thousands of older women who would be enchanted to provide every phase of 
sexual pleasure for a virile young man or boy, but in our presently 
structured society, it is difficult for the one to find the other; and after 
that, it is still more difficult to determine whether this willingness on 
the part of both who wish to be lovers as if both were fully adult, will 
have a satisfactory ending. 

We cannot condemn Marian for destroying Brent's life. She was driven by her 
own passions and hunger, by economic deprivation as well, and she was a 
victim of fate just as he was. The irony of it is, Marian is still alive. A 
private detective friend of mine traced her for me a year ago and told me 
that she is now an alcoholic and a whore who sells her body for liquor to 
any man who will pay the price. Her life is broken too, and perhaps it would 
have been better had she perished as Brent had done. But who among us is 
without fault that can throw the first stone? 

 CASE HISTORY 

Adelina Y., Age 24 Martin C, Age 10 

Adelina was a simple country girl who came from a small village in 
Massachusetts to work for a family in New York. She had lost her cherry at 
the age of sixteen when the oldest son, twenty-five years of age, in the 
place where she had just worked, had seduced her one night when his parents 
and the younger members of the family were out at the theater. After him, 
there had been other men, and Adelina had developed a hunger and taste for 
all manner of sexual intercourse. 

Her first experience had been highly satisfactory, the young man had given 
her money and praised her cooperativeness as well as her charms. She felt no 
guilt. 

Her mother and father were shocked at the reputation she was acquiring in 
this small Massachusetts town, and they wrote their relatives in New York 
City to see if the latter could help her find a job as a maid with a 
reasonably well-to-do family there. 

Adelina was not really lovely, but her sexual willingness compensated. She 
did have large, well-developed titties, strong legs and thighs and firm 
bottomcheeks, but her face was rather plain and her teeth were not 
exceptionally good. 

New York City, as a metropolis, boasts many beautiful women, but the 
proportion is far below that of the available men. So before very long, 
Adelina found herself suffering from a prolonged abstinence that was not of 
her own choosing; she simply could not find mature men or even young men who 
looked upon her with sexual interest, not when they had so many really 
attractive girls to choose from. 

One afternoon, while she was alone in the house with the ten-year-old son of 
her employers, Adelina, as she told me, knew that she just had "to be fucked 
or else I'd go out of my cotton-picking mind." 

Stripping naked in her room, she went to look for the boy. She told herself 
even though he was very young and probably couldn't get a hard-on, there was 
certainly some way in which he could assuage her needs. 

Martin's eyes bulged when she walked into the room where he was playing 
alone. She was more friendly than usual, and he couldn't take his eyes off 
the sight of a mature naked woman. 

"Come on, don't be scared, Martin. It's hot and I just want to feel nice and 
easy. Come on over here and touch me," she invited. 

After his initial embarrassment, the startled boy began to busy himself with 
an examination of the first naked female body he had ever seen. And it 
wasn't long before Adelina induced Martin to cup her titties, kiss them, and 
then suck them. 

After that, she told him, "You see the hairy little spot between my legs, 
dear? I want you to put your fingers into it and feel it all over. Go ahead. 
It'll make me feel very happy. Then I'll do something nice for you." 

The boy did so and Adelina shuddered and closed her eyes, giving herself up 
to this kind of naive but controlled frigging. While he was doing it, she 
told him lascivious stories about what men and women do together. However, 
she didn't describe fucking. As she told me, "This kid probably couldn't get 
a good one up, even though he wanted to. But he had a cute little mouth and 
I thought that maybe he could suck me and gamahuch me until I came. So I 
told him about fellows and girls and how a girl would suck a boy while he 
was sucking her between the legs." 

He kept fondling her bottom and thighs as well as prying open the lips of 
her pussy and staring fascinatedly. Adelina then told him in detail how to 
gamahuch her. 

Soon he was pressing his mouth to her cunt while she was guiding him. It 
didn't take much effort for her to teach him how to apply his tongue to her 
clitoris. Soon her body began to writhe and jerk, and hoarse groans and sobs 
escaped her as the young boy drove her to the abyss of passion with his 
probing, darting, rubbing tongue. 

She grabbed the back of his head and crushed his face against her cunt until 
the spasm passed. Martin, far from being frightened, was ecstatic over the 
experience and asked to do it again. 

Adelina, needless to say, let him do so, and told herself that this was 
going to be a wonderful opportunity for her to have all the sex she wanted 
without endangering herself to the risk of pregnancy or disease with strange 
men. 

There was only one obstacle to this fantasy of long continued sexual 
pleasure for her; Martin was so fascinated by this new game he had been 
taught that he shocked his mother the next evening in her boudoir by going 
up to her, grabbing her by the behind, jamming his mouth against her 
panties-sheathed cunt, and trying to suck her. 

She uttered a cry and slapped him, and then sat down and took him onto her 
lap. "For heaven sakes, Martin," she gasped, "where did you ever get a 
notion of doing a thing like that?" 

"Why, I did it with Adelina. She showed me how nice it was, mommy. You were 
out that afternoon, and she came in naked and showed me all about it." 

The woman's lips tightened and her eyes blazed. "You go back to your room 
now and take a nap," she murmured, patting the boy on the head. 

Obediently, he trotted away. Then very pale with fury, the mother went 
directly to Adelina's room and an unpleasant scene took place. Adelina 
packed her things and left the house. The mother had threatened to prosecute 
her for contributing to the delinquency of a ten-year-old boy. However, 
Martin's mother had no intention of doing this, for the mere thought of the 
possible scandal terrified her. However, Adelina didn't know that. 

Thereafter, Martin's mother exercised great caution in choosing maids so 
that her son's unexpected education in gamahuching a woman was halted. 
Nevertheless, the lesson which Adelina taught the boy remained with him. In 
later life, as a consequence, when he discovered the pleasures of fucking 
and making love to attractive young women, he remembered what he had done to 
Adelina and how he had made her come. 

And so young women who had known hitherto only the crude fumblings of 
inexperienced young men were absolutely enchanted when Martin began to 
gamahuch them and, considerately, brought them to come first before he would 
take his own pleasure. 

There is a grapevine among women as there is among men. Hence, Martin's 
sexual precocity was bruited, all through the social circles, and as a 
consequence there were always young ladies eager to put what they had heard 
about him to the test. 

As I write these lines, he is now thirty-seven and a successful architect. 
He, as you can see, turned out very well as the happy victim of an early 
seduction. And, singularly enough, he told me that he attributes all his 
sexual success to Adelina, who showed him that it was necessary to give a 
woman sexual pleasure first before expecting it in return. It is not, I may 
add, a bad premise for all of us. 

I would say that Martin is the exception to the rule, for no ill effects 
conditioned him from his boyhood experience. It may also be said that 
sometimes one must take into consideration the very character of the 
individual who is being affected. 

Brent, obviously, though perhaps more sensitive than Martin and a few years 
older, did not have the stamina and moral self-control to discipline himself 
and understand that what had happened was just a singular coincidence, a 
kind of dream that might not recur. 

Martin understood this and he profited from the lesson he had learned to 
convey the message of attunement to the female in courting rather than 
simply ruthlessly taking her body and using it for his own selfish needs. 
And in this instance, therefore, the seduction of a young boy by a mature 
woman cannot be denigrated. 

 CASE HISTORY 

Margaret P., Age 42 Delbert A., Age 14 

Though she was a spinster, Margaret was not a virgin when she came to the 
United States from her English birthplace at the age of twenty. Trained to 
be a maid from very girlhood, she had no problems whatsoever in finding 
employment. 

However, after several years of employment as what the British call a 
"nanny," which means a nurse who takes care of extremely young children and 
babies, she tired of this type of work and accepted a job as a maid in a 
home where there were two children, a boy, Delbert, fourteen, and Ardith, an 
attractive brunette of seventeen. 

Not long after Margaret began the job, Ardith went away to college, so that 
Margaret had only the boy to care for besides performing such services as 
the parents might require. 

One day while she was dusting a statuette on a low table in the sitting 
room, Margaret had the sensation that she was being stared at. Rather than 
turn about, she lifted her eyes and looked into a mirror hanging on the wall 
ahead of her. 

She saw that Delbert was slumped low in his chair .with his head bent to one 
side so that he could look up her dress. 

Instead of straightening, Margaret remained bent over as she moved about the 
table dusting things already dusted. She began to shiver as she felt waves 
of desire seething through her pussy and tickling the insides of her 
quivering thighs just from thinking about his looking up her dress. 

When she did straighten, she noticed that he left the room immediately, and 
something in the way he walked, stiff-legged and with his face rather red, 
made her certain that he had a sizeable hard-on. 

She followed him casually, and saw him hurry into the bathroom, close the 
door, and there remain for at least fifteen minutes. She was certain that he 
was jacking off by being aroused at what he had seen under her dress. 

This excited her in turn, and Margaret put her hand against her pussy 
instinctively. For a moment, she thought of going to her room to frig off, 
but the boy's mother suddenly rang for her and prevented her vicarious 
sublimation at that moment. 

She had always been a rather attractive woman with an average sexual desire. 
During her twenties and thirties, she had always found enough men to fuck 
her at least three to five times a month, which, as she told me later, was 
quite sufficient for her. 

However, when she had reached the plateau of forty, her sexual adventures 
had just about ended and, as she disconsolately thought to herself, for 
good. During the past year, she had developed a habit of relying on frigging 
herself to come when the urges for sex grew too great to be quashed. And she 
thought that a fourteen-year-old boy could provide an outlet for her pent-up 
emotions was to come to her. It couldn't come right at that moment, but the 
next few days she observed that Delbert stole glances up her dress every 
chance he had. 

At the table, he would drop things and then, as he bent to pick them up, 
would sneak a quick glance under her skirt. When he dropped something, she 
began to move her legs widely apart so that he could look far up her thighs, 
far enough, she hoped, to see her panties snug against her cunt. 

About four days after the first episode which has already been described, 
Margaret waited, bent over with her back turned to Delbert until he had 
enjoyed his view for a few moments. Then suddenly turning, she winked and 
gave him a tender smile. Delbert blushed furiously and ran out of the room. 

That evening, to her great excitement and joy, his parents went out to the 
theater. She determined to seduce him. Since she'd never fucked with a male 
under the age of twenty, the thought of conquering so young a boy gave her 
an additional fillip of excitement. She was sure that he'd never fucked a 
girl and probably had never even seen a girl so much as naked. 

Having bathed, she perfumed herself and changed into her most seductive 
lingerie. This included a black, lacy garter belt instead of the girdle she 
usually wore. She put on matching black nylon panties and bra. The garter 
belt notched to the fully expanded tops of her black nylons and pressed 
caressingly on her smooth, still firm white-skinned thighs. This in itself 
was a kind of stimulant to rouse her to the act of triumph over a boy. 

She had also put on a specially seductive dress, which clung to her and had 
a low-cut bodice to show off the cleft between her titties. 

She found Delbert in the game room watching television. She moved into the 
room and asked her potential lover how he liked her dress. He turned to her, 
blushing, and his eyes swept her, which thrilled her inexpressively. 

"Why are you all dressed up?" he stammered. 

"Well, Delbert," she replied with a warm, engaging smile, "since we're going 
to be alone together this evening, I thought I ought to make myself look 
nice." Then she added with a sly wink, "Besides, I know you're interested in 
how girls look." 

He blushed a little and lowered his eyes, but Margaret was certain that 
desire would overcome nervousness, and she intended to make certain it did. 

She began to do this by pointing out that the dress wasn't the only thing 
she was wearing for their evening together. 

She said, "I put on an especially new garter belt and nylon stockings I 
bought just with you in mind. Want to see them?" 

"Oh yes!" he panted. 

With perfect coquettery, she lifted one side of her dress high up her legs 
to show him the top of her stockings. She watched intently as Delbert stared 
incredulously at the beautifully presented, ripely molded thigh. 

"Would you like to see what my garter belt looks like?" she asked, still 
holding up the dress. 

When he gulped out a stifled affirmative, Margaret smiled tenderly and 
slowly raised the dress a little more so he could see the garter tab pressed 
shimmeringly black against the whiteness of her ripe full thigh. 

She allowed him a lengthy examination, then dropped the dress, moved closer 
to him and bent towards him so he could look down the bodice of her dress. 
There the well-designed sexy bra cupped her full titties and pressed them 
out and up in the most teasing way. 

"You see, I've got a special bra on too, dear." She said this in a husky 
whisper as her hands cupped up the trim titties and shoved them out to him. 
"Don't you think it makes them look nice, Delbert?" 

"Oh yes, it does. They're awfully nice," he gasped. 

"Then why don't you feel them and see how nice it makes me feel?" she slyly 
proposed. 

He tremblingly raised his hands and cupped her soft and yet very firm round 
titties. It wasn't long before Delbert was listening to the thrilling sound 
a zipper made as she slid it down the back of the dress and prepared to tug 
off the garment. 

She allowed the top to fall to her waist and held it there, while he stared 
with eyes and mouth wide open at the swell of her lush titties scantily 
confined by the black bra. 

Then she slowly allowed the dress to slip down over her full hips and 
jutting bottomcheeks. Looking at the boy as she stepped out of the dress, 
pausing with her bent leg raised, she saw him squirm and told herself that 
in another minute he was probably going to burst out through his pants. 

Carrying the dress over her arm, she took him by the hand and suggested, 
"Why don't we go to my bedroom?" 

As they walked along, she put his hand on the seat of her panties so he 
could feel her bottomcheeks shift and undulate as she walked. And she could 
tell how excited he was when she felt his fingers squeeze and rub her 
through the thin fabric of the clinging panties. 

Once inside her bedroom, she told him to take off his shirt and pants, which 
he did quickly and willingly. Through the thin shorts she saw his erect 
prick throbbing with excitement. 

She put her hand against it, as she felt it give a leap and pulsate in her 
grip. Slipping off her bra, she murmured, "Go on and play with my bare 
titties." 

He did so, his hands reverent and trembling as they fondled the white ripe 
globes. "Put your lips right here," she cupped one of them and lowered 
herself a little. "That's it, right over the nipple. Take it in your mouth 
and suck it, and then put your tongue to it." 

Delbert proved to be an ideal student. Flushed and trembling and already 
violently aroused, Margaret then turned her back to him, bent from the waist 
and slowly drew down her panties. She could hear his loud, rapid breathing 
in the quiet room. 

As she turned, she saw his eyes bulge and then fix on the triangle of 
brownish hair over her cunt. They moved to the bed together, and she guided 
him to a tour of all the erogenous zones. 

She lay on her back and made him kneel beside her, taking his hands and 
putting them first on her titties, then her belly and sides and hips, and 
finally over the smooth satiny lower belly until he reached her cunt. 

She let him play with the lips and with the hairs, and then encouraged him 
to put his forefinger into her cunt and try to find her "button." 

Soon, neither could wait any longer, and Margaret rolled onto her back and 
told him how to mount her. Her pussy was already wet, so his stiff young 
cock had no trouble thrusting into her sheath. His prick wasn't large, but, 
as Margaret told me, it was very firm. 

One point here: now that we are in a sexual revolution, there are thousands 
of volumes, both fiction and non-fiction, which extol the virtues of the 
large male penis. This is so much nonsense. Any sexually-oriented woman can 
tell you, as can a psychiatrist, for that matter, that it isn't the size of 
the penis which counts, but rather the ability of the male using it, 
especially when he rubs against the clitoris, or penetrates with a deep and 
even stroking with sufficient self-control to draw the female towards 
shattering climax. 

So, Margaret felt herself almost about to explode as the boy fucked her. He 
wasn't able to continue fucking for more than a couple of minutes, to be 
sure, but her own previously aroused state was such that she groaned and 
twisted and wriggled and came just about the time he spurted into her. 

Later as they lay together, his hands roving her naked body, they talked a 
good deal. She told him stories of the things men and women do to give each 
other pleasure, and he listened to her with mouth agape and eyes shining. 

What most seemed to fascinate him, as she told me, was "being Frenched by a 
girl with her mouth and tongue, and then giving her a good gamahuching 
between her legs." 

Margaret and Delbert dressed well before his parents returned. While they 
waited, they kept on talking, until just before his parents returned, 
Delbert got another hard-on and implored her to let him fuck her. 

Slipping off her panties and keeping her dress on so that they could quickly 
compose themselves if the parents arrived sooner than they expected, 
Margaret had him lower his trousers and shorts. Lifting her dress up over 
her back, she knelt on the couch and showed him how to approach her from 
behind. 

Crouching behind her, he shoved his prick into her wet cunt and told her in 
a groaned-out "Oh, it's so good, it's real exciting this way. Gosh, how I 
want to fuck you!" 

Since the first edge was off after having lost his semen, the boy was able 
to maintain a longer ritual of fucking this time. He provided her with a 
superb come. Using her discarded panties, she tenderly wiped his prick and 
her own cunt, then kissed him hotly on the mouth. 

From that time on, they made love in one fashion or another whenever they 
had the chance. It was a wonderful new world, the secret of which the boy 
guarded jealously. 

While other boys in school boasted of how they necked with girls and felt 
them up, Delbert smiled a confident, secret smile, knowing that this 
forty-two year old woman had taught him to experience much more than the 
crudities of his chums. 

Both of them were distressed when Delbert went away to college in Cleveland. 
As often as possible, he found some pretext to come home for the week-end 
and sneak a few hours away with Margaret. 

However, at her encouragement, he began to date young women closer to his 
own age. Thanks to the superb training he had had from Margaret, he was 
already a skilled lover, and no girl who ever went to bed with him had 
reason to complain. 

Finally, after an affair of about six months, he fell in love with one girl 
and they married. It was ideal from the very outset. He had told his young 
wife how Margaret had introduced him to the world of sex at an early age, 
and she herself expressed her thanks and appreciation for all the maid had 
done for him. 

I have talked to them both, and Delbert is now married for seven years. He 
and his wife have two fine children and are still very passionately in love 
with each other, in a marriage which is as close to being a perfect one as 
any I have ever encountered. 

Every year, on the anniversary of the day he was seduced by Margaret, he 
sends a bouquet of two dozen roses. In case he should ever forget, his wife 
would be quick to remind him of that important date. 

Here we have a most unusual case in which early seduction aided the 
development of a sensitive and imaginative male. Because Margaret herself 
had a healthy and perfectly natural hunger for sex, because she had no shame 
of guilt to her, she taught him the beauty and spontaneous delight to be 
gained in fucking, gamahuching and all the other sweet arts of passion. 

Thus, long before he reached maturity, this sensitive boy knew more about 
the excitement of physical love and the importance of mutual enjoyment than 
many mature men ever learn in all their lifetimes. 

I think you will agree it is equally difficult to condemn Margaret for 
guiding this nervous boy to a competent, compassionate manhood. And though 
the theme of mutual satisfaction is not that of this book, I might tactfully 
recommend to many married people that they strive for seeing to it that each 
partner is amply gratified. Through unselfishness and consideration, power 
of love is radiated and the rewards are far greater, believe me! 

 CASE HISTORY 

Consuelo P., Age 23 Jack S., Age 13 

Consuelo, born in Lisbon, came to Chicago a few months before her 
twenty-third birthday. Her brother, who had become an American citizen and 
lived in Chicago, arranged for her to obtain work as a maid in the home of 
his employer who was a wealthy building contractor. 

The contractor was about forty-six, his wife was forty-two, and they had a 
son named Jack, who was thirteen, and a daughter named Evelyn, a year 
younger. 

Consuelo was welcomed by her employers, who greatly approved of her brother, 
and so she found pleasure in her new life in a luxurious home, in a country 
where freedom was the watchword and where there were so many more 
opportunities than there had been in her native land. 

Two weeks after Consuelo had begun to work, her employer's wife entered the 
young woman's bedroom one afternoon while she was resting, and began to chat 
with her. Curiously enough, she asked Consuelo whether she had ever had any 
sexual experiences, and learned that Consuelo was a virgin. 

The forty-two year old auburn-haired woman, still extremely handsome and 
with a kind of exotic aura to her, began to tell Consuelo about the 
pleasures that two women could achieve together through lesbian love. Then 
she began to caress Consuelo's titties and thighs. 

The unexperienced black-haired maid was no match for this woman whom we 
shall call Janice, since the latter had had at least twenty Sapphic lovers 
and equally as many conquests. 

Excited by these caresses and by these unusual words, for she had been 
studying English before she came to the United States, and also afraid of 
offending Janice and thus perhaps losing her job, Consuelo blushingly 
undressed. 

When both women were naked, Janice began to caress and kiss the shivering 
brunette, exclaiming over her lovely warm olive skin, her finely shaped 
round firm titties, the dense black crisp bush of pussyhair at the apex of 
Consuelo's long, delightfully rounded thighs. And soon, to the young woman's 
startled delight, Janice knelt between her upraised knees and, gripping the 
backs of Consuelo's squirming thighs, began to gamahuch her and drew her 
quickly to hot come, the very first the Portuguese beauty had ever known. 

Later, Janice instructed her on how to do sixty-nine so they could gamahuch 
together and have come at the same time. From that afternoon on, Janice 
often took Consuelo into her own bedroom to continue the seduction. The 
Portuguese brunette was never quite able to make certain whether there was 
any connection between her employer's wife's seduction of her or her 
employer's sudden interest, but the day after Janice had initiated her into 
pussy loving, the young maid found herself alone in the house with Matthew, 
the name we shall give Janice's husband. 

Matthew was no less gentle and persuasive than Janice had been as he called 
Consuelo into his bedroom and began to speak of her charms aloud in a highly 
flattering manner and then to caress her titties, thighs, and bottom. 

She stammeringly and blushingly protested that she was a virgin and that he 
was married, but he did not abandon his sexual interest, being determined to 
take her cherry. His wife had doubtless indoctrinated him completely on what 
Consuelo's lovely body looked like, what the girl's ingenuous reactions 
were, and so he was fired to passion to taste these delicious and voluptuous 
charms for himself, with the added impetus that her cherry was a challenge 
to his virility. 

Matthew remarked, "Now don't forget, Consuelo, I can fire your brother and I 
can also keep him from getting another job. Besides which, if you don't work 
out here, I can always send you back to Lisbon. You are here on a kind of 
visa with a work permit. All I have to do is complain to the authorities, 
and they'll ship you right back home. Do you want that?" 

"N-no, senor," the young woman began to sob, and passively resigned herself 
as the experienced contractor began to undress her. 

She had no way of knowing, inexperienced as she was, that he was bluffing; 
it would have been necessary to prove her moral terpitude to the immigration 
authorities before they would have taken any such steps but her fear of 
endangering her brother's job and her own security and luxury here made her 
yield. She began to cry as she found herself stark naked, except for garter 
belt, stockings, and pumps. 

Matthew quickly undressed, and for the first time in her life, Consuelo saw 
a man's stiff, throbbing prick. He pushed her back onto the bed, got between 
her thighs, and, after squeezing her titties a little and kissing her belly, 
began to prod her pussy with the tip of his prick. 

She uttered a cry as she felt him thrust to her cherry. It was a painful 
experience both physically and emotionally since he took her roughly without 
regard for her feeling. 

Aware that he was the first man to fuck so beautiful a virgin intensified 
his rut, so she obviously had no climax throughout the fuck. 

After that afternoon, Matthew had only to make a sign to her to have her 
timidly and humbly follow him to any room he selected. He also compelled her 
to obey any command he gave her, and he made her kneel down on the floor 
after she had locked the door, take his prick out of his pants and French 
him for a start. 

The second time he had her, he told her that he was going to take her third 
and last cherry, that of her asshole. In spite of her pleas, he turned her 
over his lap, took down her panties, and spanked her hard until she was 
crying. Then he repeated his threat of firing her brother and having her 
shipped back to Lisbon. 

In despair, Consuelo took off the rest of her clothes, got down on all fours 
on the floor while he yawned open the reddened cheeks of her behind and 
gouged his cock deep into her asshole, working it back and forth until he 
shot his essence deep into her bowels. 

Thus, each time she was impelled by fear, and submitted until at last she 
felt like a slave, coerced by both the man and the woman, both so 
sophisticated, for whom she was no match when they sought to take emprise of 
her with their guileful and knowing perversities. 

I met Consuelo several years ago, and as I recall, she told me that she 
didn't remember what brought her to the decision to gain her revenge by 
seducing both Jack and Evelyn, but that she was conscious of making such a 
resolve. Only in this way, she told me, did she think she could repay this 
blackmailing and treacherous couple for what they had done and were 
continuing to do to her. 

Consuelo decided to seduce Jack first, and it was quite easy. The first time 
she was alone in the house with him, she went directly into his room, pulled 
up her dress under which she wore neither panties nor bra, and showed her 
pussy and titties. 

A few minutes later, she sat naked on the edge of the bed and urged him to 
undress. Jack did so, wonderingly and tremblingly. Consuelo gave him her 
naked body generously, showed him how to mount between her legs, herself 
opened the lips of her pussy and then guided in his stiff young cock. A few 
moments later, he was fucking violently, and Consuelo discovered to her 
curiosity that she was beginning to enjoy this instead of considering it 
merely as deliberate revenge. 

Her belly quivered and her thighs twitched as she felt his stiff young cock 
probe this way and that, and she began to gasp and moan. Sweating and 
trembling, the boy fucked violently and soon she reached a hot come. Almost 
a moment later, Jack uttered a cry and sagged over her, his young juice 
bubbling into her cunt. 

About a week later, Consuelo found the opportunity to be alone with Evelyn, 
and seducing the pretty girl was even easier than she had expected. It 
didn't take long to have Evelyn breathlessly stripped naked after Consuelo 
had stripped herself and exhibited her delicious titties, her black-furred 
cunt, her long rounded thighs, and had begun to caress Evelyn's titties and 
young bottom through her thin dress. 

A few minutes later, Evelyn was crouching between Consuelo's uplifted knees, 
stroking her thighs and kissing pussy. In return, Consuelo licked the girl's 
cunt to climax, and then made the trembling nubile teen-ager lie over her so 
they could both do sixty-nine to each other. 

Consuelo remained on this job for another three months, involving both Jack 
and Evelyn in many sexual experiences. Then, quite ashamed of all she had 
done, she packed her things one afternoon and vanished without a word to her 
employers. 

But this is not the end of the story by any means. The effects of Consuelo's 
seduction on Jack and Evelyn showed up almost at once, since both had 
enjoyed this novel sexual activity at a very early age and been conditioned 
to desire its continuation. 

Evelyn initiated some of her own school girlfriends into pussy loving and 
became a confirmed lesbian while still in her teens. The last time I heard 
of her, she was twenty-five and living with a dominant "butch," who 
jealously guards her as a kind of chattel. 

Evelyn has not the slightest desire to be fucked by a man, for the "butch" 
has taught her the joys of substitution by simply using a dildo and fucking 
her as would a man. 

Jack developed what apparently were normal heterosexual desires, but his 
development was far from normal. About two months after Consuelo had left 
the house, the boy was playing with a thirteen-year-old girl who lived next 
door and tore off her clothes and tried to fuck her. 

Though the gardener stopped him before he could tear through the girl's 
cherry, it was a traumatic experience for the terrified youngster. The 
incident was not reported to the police, but the girl's parents told Jack's 
father that something was going to have to be done about that "sex-crazed 
monster." 

Matthew reacted with a kind of guilty anger, rather than being concerned 
about what had made his young son commit so horrifying an act. 

So he called the boy into his bedroom, made Jack strip naked, and then took 
a double leather belt and whipped his son until the boy was nearly fainting. 
There was a good deal of name calling about the filthy thing the boy had 
done, and as the father lay down the belt, he himself forgot completely how 
he had taken the virginity of an innocent foreign girl only a few months 
before. 

Janice, greatly upset about the social embarrassment which her boy's act had 
visited upon her and her husband, also completely forgot the fact that she 
herself had seduced Consuelo and perhaps been responsible for her husband's 
defloration of the girl by initiating Consuelo into girl fucking and then 
telling Matthew how Consuelo had reacted. If Janice had been aware that as 
an indirect result of her depraved desires, her own daughter Evelyn was 
fated to live a life as a Sapphist, she might well have altered her 
attitude. But she did not discover this until several years later. 

After Matthew had whipped Jack, the latter was left to cry himself to sleep 
a long time later. Matthew was complacently certain that the whipping had 
cured his son of these unnatural desires. For the next few weeks, both 
Matthew and Janice kept close watch on Jack. However, their own different 
interests demanded so much of their time that they began to relax their 
vigilance. 

Consequently, the boy began to feel the return of passion as he looked at a 
girl or a young woman and remembered what Consuelo had done for him. He 
would get a hard-on, and it would be hard for him to resist the urge to 
seize the girl or woman and try to fuck her. 

A few months later, this resistance broke down completely. This time, coming 
upon a picnic, and noticing a fourteen-year-old girl walking off into a 
secluded part of the park, he zipped down his fly, seized her, and flung her 
into a clump of bushes and tried to fuck her His victim put up quite an 
excellent fight, so good indeed that although he was able to rip her panties 
off and finger her pussy, he did not succeed in getting his prick into her 
virgin cunt. Instead, as he tried to force himself there, he spent violently 
on her belly. 

He threatened to kill her if she ever told anyone, zipped up his pants, and 
ran off. As he lay in bed that night, trembling with fear, Jack swore that 
he would never try such a thing again. 

And he didn't. For nearly six months. The next time, however, he lured an 
unsuspecting girl into an abandoned building and there was able to fuck her 
thoroughly. 

He took a knife and showed it to her and made her take off all her clothes, 
kneel down on the floor, and suck his cock. Then he commanded her to get on 
her back and pull her knees back to her titties, while he thrust his prick 
into her cunt and broke through her cherry and had his way with her. 

Jack was again fortunate in escaping detection for this violent crime. The 
girl was so hysterical that she could not provide the police with an 
accurate description of her ravisher, and so again he was spared the 
ignominy and disgrace of legal punishment. 

After that episode, Jack found himself torn between the horrors of the 
crimes that he kept wanting to commit, and the recollections of how thrilled 
he had been as he forced his stiff poker into a tight young girlish cunt. 

He tried to solve his problem by jacking off frequently, picking up a few 
copies of girlie magazines, and, spreading them out on his bed when he was 
alone and locked in his room, he would engage in fantasies and jack off for 
long periods. 

One morning, when his mother had come in with the cleaning woman to give the 
latter orders on how to clean his room, she noticed these magazines stained 
by dried spunk. She reported this to Matthew, who at once again summoned the 
boy to his bedroom. There Jack had to take off all his clothes and endure a 
thorough flogging with a double belt. His father harangued him on how evil 
and queer he was. 

The welts of the belt healed and the pain of the strapping was forgotten. 
But the sickness of his mind grew within him. His mother had thrown away his 
magazines, and so he had no safety valve; as a consequence, he sought out a 
girl again. 

This time, he found an eleven-year-old, long-haired blonde girl on the 
school playground. He managed to get her into a storage shed without 
anyone's noticing, then ripped her panties off and warned her that he would 
kill her if she made a sound. 

He stared at her slender young nubile body, but he didn't find it womanly 
enough to rouse his lust. So, instead of fucking her, he turned her over 
onto her belly and rubbed off on her satiny young bottomcheeks. When he felt 
his spunk about to burst, he thrust his cock between the cheeks of her 
behind, though he did not actually engage the tip inside the dainty little 
lips of her pink asshole. 

For the next four years, he managed to escape detection, which is an 
incredible mystery. Despite the many attacks he carried out, he was never 
caught, nor did his parents once suspect what he was doing. 

When we analyze this, we may see some odd contradictions. In my opinion, his 
parents were aware of his restlessness and strange behavior, but perhaps 
they did not investigate for the very simple reason that they wanted to 
remain oblivious and blind to what he was doing, lest it worry them and mar 
the smooth pattern of their own selfish lives. 

This is an almost inevitable procedure by many thoughtless, selfish parents, 
and perhaps it is one of the main contributing factors to the present growth 
of juvenile delinquency. 

Jack by now was a husky young man of eighteen who could have had all the 
fucking he wanted from quite a number of girls because he was good-looking 
and suave and glib. But by now, he had gone too far for that alone. It would 
be too tame to be offered sex when he could savor the thrill of fucking a 
girl by force. So he steered away from girls even though many of them 
offered themselves to him. 

Instead, each time the urge grew strong, he would prowl the streets until he 
found a girl or woman at the right place at the right time. He carried a 
knife to strike terror into the victim's heart, and cleverly avoided areas 
that were too well lighted or well populated, lest the police arrest him at 
the moment of his act. 

Each time a victim reported her attack to the police, there would be a 
reasonably accurate report of the description of the rapist. Jack's parents 
must either have known or suspected that it was their son, but they did 
nothing. It was much easier to close their eyes and pretend that nothing was 
happening, that some day Jack would become a normal healthy person again. 

One night, Jack surprised a woman on a quiet, dark residential street. With 
his left arm wrapped around her waist, he showed her the knife and 
threatened to kill her unless she went behind the hedge with him, took off 
all her clothes, then lay down on her back and opened her legs and begged 
him to fuck her. 

Terrorized by the sight of the glittering knife blade, the woman was about 
to obey him when she saw the headlights of a car turning around the corner. 
She uttered a loud shriek. 

Panic-stricken, Jack thrust the knife into her. Again the woman screamed. He 
stabbed her again, and was raising his hand to drive the knife into her the 
third time when the car screamed to a halt. Jack found himself caught in the 
glare of police headlights. 

When the man beside the driver of the car saw Jack's knife aloft in the air, 
he set off a snap shot with his revolver. Jack froze, his arm still 
upraised. There was a second shot, and he crumbled to the ground, dead. 

The woman, although bleeding profusely, was still alive, and lived after 
emergency surgery performed at the hospital to which the policemen rushed 
her. 

When we study this case, we naturally are filled with pity for Jack's 
victims. And yet, we mustn't forget that he too was a victim, perhaps in 
some ways as much as any woman or girl he ever assaulted or fucked. His own 
seduction was the result of an act of revenge by the woman who had been 
compelled to yield by both his father and mother. 

Yet, psychiatric help would have rescued him if he had been taken in time to 
an expert and given a chance to reveal all that was in his mind. Instead, 
his father resorted to physical violence as a means of cowing the boy and 
putting fear into his heart. 

We must remember that, as is so often the case, the mental disorder behind 
acts of violence is much less a factor than the dishonesty or cowardice of 
humanity. I like to think that one day Jack's mother and father came upon 
the realization at the same time that they had played a most vital role at 
the very beginning of this drama and thus themselves brought about their 
son's destruction as well as their daughter's debauchery. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

TEACHERS AS SEDUCTRESSES OF BOYS 

Teachers hold an important rank in the structure of our modern society. 
Specifically, I refer to female teachers because obviously it is they who 
prove to be the most potent seductresses of impressionable puberty-aged and 
adolescent males. The female teacher is entrusted with the development, both 
intellectual and emotional, of thousands of children over the course of her 
career. 

I firmly believe that many female teachers choose this profession because 
they are dedicated to the cause of developing young minds to be more 
acquisitive and well informed. It is a praiseworthy and very useful 
vocation, and all of us are grateful that there are so many eminently 
qualified men and women to teach our youngsters their part in the world to 
come, to give them greater understanding and tolerance, to comprehend the 
lessons of history and how they may apply to our own times. 

Other women, it is true, choose the teaching profession namely because it 
offers reasonably good pay, long periods of vacation, and, for some, a far 
more pleasant life than office jobs for which they are better equipped, 
perhaps, through education or temperament. 

But there is a third and most unfortunate category, here we find the woman 
with an unbalanced mind who, as a teacher, discovers with glee the 
opportunity of controlling the lives of young defenseless children. These, 
to be sure, are the teachers of whom I shall speak in this chapter. But let 
me hasten to add that although I present several glaring examples of the 
abuse to which a teacher may put trust granted her for the care and concern 
of a child, I do not by printing this case in any way reflect upon the 
teaching profession as a whole, for I have only the greatest respect and 
admiration for them.... 

 CASE HISTORY 

Zita W, Age 39 Alfred W., Age 12 

Zita was originally born in Brno, Czechoslovakia, and came to the United 
States when she was fifteen to live with her first cousin's family. There 
she went to a high school in Pittsburg, took a year or two of night school 
courses for business studies, and then abruptly decided that she wanted to 
become a teacher. She was able to find a part time evening work which helped 
defray her college expenses, got her certificate and began to teach. 

She didn't marry, throwing herself into her newly found vocation with 
delight and joy. But later in life, when she was thirty-six, she fell 
passionately in love with an older man who was already married and had 
several children. Their affair lasted about three years, and he finally told 
her that he was going back to his wife and children, a blow which shattered 
her. 

It seemed like deception, for all through the affair, the man had told her 
that he was single and very much wanted to marry her. It was the kind of 
thing a woman believes because she wants to believe it, and also because she 
has found no reason to doubt the man who professes undying love and to whom 
she responds so ardently. 

Sexually, though, she had come late in life to the bed of fucking and 
passion, Zita had learned to enjoy and to give enjoyment. So when this 
capable lover abruptly departed from her life, Zita developed a burning 
hatred of all men. It wasn't just the man who had lied to her, but all men 
who were potentially evil. Never again, she swore, would she totally commit 
herself to any man as she had done with this one. 

She had been an excellent teacher until that time. Her love affair, indeed, 
had seemed to instill a kind of abundance of affection and joy which she was 
able to communicate to her students. But the end of her world came when this 
man announced to her his betrayal, and it took her a week before she could 
return to school in any state of mind to conduct her classes. 

Her students and fellow teachers at once noticed a change in her. Zita took 
up the reins of her life by sheer force, telling herself that just because 
she had had a disastrous love affair, her life wasn't over. She was able to 
conduct her classes as before, except that now she became severe, critical 
and frequently complained, as might a hypochondriac. 

Quite a few of her students began to be ordered to remain after class 
because she had found fault with their work or their conduct. On this 
particular afternoon, when our story really begins, there were three boys 
and a girl held over after the last bell. I have asked myself the question 
several times whether the students in Zita's class had become aware of the 
fact that boys were more often and more severely disciplined than girls, 
since the change in Zita. 

As she crouched down beside her desk and stuffed a number of test papers 
into her brief case, Zita looked up to see one of the boys staring at her. 
Then she realized that, squatting down as she was, he could see right up her 
thighs. 

She returned to her desk and sat there silently for a moment, nervous and 
angry. Her lips curled with scorn as she thought for a moment how this boy 
was just like all the others who take advantage of women to seek what 
pleasure they can find at the women's expense. 

Her first reaction was to punish the boy, but she realized it would be 
difficult to discuss his flagrant offense in the presence of the other 
students, and so she'd conceived of another method of making him atone for 
his insolence. 

She arranged that Alfred, who was then twelve, would be the last to leave 
the class. She looked up from her desk and told one of the boys that he 
might go, and he did so with a sigh of relief. 

Ten minutes later, while Zita was still pondering on the appropriate method 
of punishing Alfred, she dismissed the girl. Now there was only Alfred and 
another boy at her desk. 

While she waited to dismiss the other boy, a strange feeling began to creep 
over this handsome woman. Finally she decided against punishing Alfred at 
all. As she told me, when she looked back to the incident, she recalled the 
feeling of power she had suddenly felt when she had looked up and caught him 
staring at her thighs. And she became aware that instead of punishing him 
thereby demonstrating her superiority over a male, it would be much more 
exciting and sexually thrilling to prove her superiority over him in quite 
another way. 

As this thought developed in her mind, she shivered with excitement. Slyly 
her legs began to rub together under her desk as she stared at the boy. At 
last, when she had made certain that the plan she had in mind would be quite 
workable, she dismissed the other boy and left Alfred alone in the room. 

Alfred looked terrified, which was exactly what Zita wanted. She wanted to 
have him completely terrified, so she went on shuffling papers and 
apparently ignoring him completely. 

When at last she felt him nervous enough, she called his name aloud in a 
very stern voice and told him to come to her desk. She saw that his knees 
were shaking with fear as he walked towards her. Her knees were shaking 
too-but not with fear. The lips of her cunt were twitching, and it had been 
a long time since a male had been at her mercy in this way, had made her 
feel her womanhood again. Now, Zita told herself, she would show another 
male that a woman could be strong and exact revenge for what a male had once 
done to her. 

"Now then, you wicked boy," she began with an irritated expression on her 
handsome face. "I caught you looking at my legs when I was crouching down 
there by the desk. What do you have to say about it?" 

Alfred blushed furiously, his mouth open, but nothing came out. He knew very 
well she had caught him staring at the exciting meeting of nylon stocking 
tops and the bare skin of her ripe, rounded thighs', and he had no defense 
at all. 

"Come now, Alfred," she resumed harshly as she opened the drawer of her 
desk. "Certainly you have something to say." 

"I-I'm sorry, M-Miss," he blurted. "I-I didn't do anything wrong, I didn't 
mean to-honest I didn't!" 

She lifted her hand from the desk drawer, and in it was the black strap 
which terrified every pupil in her class. She strapped hard, and every one 
knew it. She saw the look of terror in his widening eyes, and she felt a 
surge of tickling, warm desire surge through her pussy. She didn't know 
exactly what she was going to do, but this sensation in her cunt was the 
same she had felt when her lover's prick had thrust deep to the roots inside 
her sheath and begun to bring her towards the abyss of hot come. 

She laid the strap down on the desk and stared at him. Her round titties 
were jutting through the front of the dress, heaving quickly in her emotion. 
She was quite well aware that he could see this movement, and she wondered 
if he understood anything about what she felt. 

She leaned forward and addressed him: "Tell me what you saw when you looked 
up my legs, Alfred," she said in a rather soothing voice. "How far up did 
you see? Tell me!" 

"I-I didn't, Miss," his voice grew in nervous urgency. "I really didn't see 
anything." 

"Alfred, do you remember the worst strapping I ever gave you? How many 
strokes was it?" 

"Ten. It was-it was five on each hand," his voice shook. 

"Did it hurt?" 

"Oh yes, Miss. It hurt something awful, it did!" 

"Isn't that too bad," she sarcastically drawled. "Well, I'm going to give 
you fifteen strokes for daring to look up a woman's legs. Besides which, 
you're going to get ten for lying, because you just did it. That makes 
twenty-five. Now I'm going to ask you again." 

She saw tears in his eyes, and she knew there would be many more. Lifting 
the hem of her dress and taking her slip with it, she raised them over her 
legs. She kept pulling up the garments until she displayed the white skin of 
her naked thighs above the tops of her dark nylon hose. "Now then, Alfred, 
did you see that much of me or did you see more? Think very carefully before 
you answer, because I'm quite willing to give you more than twenty-five with 
this good strap." 

He stared fixedly at her bare thighs as she had ordered him to. But when he 
tried to talk, his mouth was dry, and his lips just wouldn't move. He had 
never before seen such a sight. Finally he forced himself to gasp, 
"Maybe-maybe I saw a little more." His voice was trembling so that it made 
her tremble in turn, with mounting lust. 

"How much more, Alfred? Well, what color are my panties, for instance?" 

"They're white, Miss!" the boy almost cried out. 

"Well now, so you really saw my panties, did you? Tell me, have you ever 
seen a woman's panties between her legs before?" 

"Oh no, Miss!" 

"Did you see this much of them?" she pursued, lifting the dress and slip 
still higher. 

"Oh no, no I didn't!" he quavered, and she watched him with delight as he 
shivered in fear and excitement mingling. 

"All right, you're going to pay for that improper sight you took advantage 
of. And just to make sure that you remember what you're being strapped for, 
I want you to keep one hand right here while I strap the other." 

As she said this, she spread her feet widely apart, seized the palm of his 
trembling left hand and forced it up against the crotch of her panties so he 
could feel her cunt. The trembling of his hand was communicated through the 
thin nylon so that it became a sort of stimulant to the lips of her quim, 
already moistening. 

"Press harder, Alfred." 

At her order, the boy did, and Zita closed her eyes and forced back the sigh 
of languor which came to her lips. 

"It's warm there, isn't it, Alfred?" 

"Yes." 

"But your other hand is going to be a lot warmer. Hold it straight out. 
That's it!" 

Raising her right arm, she felt the boy's trembling palm pressed against her 
cunt, and then brought down the strap, which rang out loudly in the quiet 
room, and the boy's cry of pain was even louder. 

"Just think, Alfred, that was only one. You still have to get twenty-four 
more good swats. Keep both your hands where they are so I can punish you 
properly." 

"Please don't, oh please, Miss," the weepiung boy heartrendingly implored, 
"I-I can't stand it!" 

"All right, Alfred, you know you have to be punished for looking up at my 
panties. Just think what you would have seen if I hadn't been wearing any. 

Tell me, did you ever see a girl without panties before?" 

"Oh no, Miss! Oh please, don't strap me like that!" 

"So it frightens you? You don't deserve to be let off easy, you wicked boy, 
but maybe I can find another way to punish you. Will you come to my 
apartment with me?" 

"Oh yes, if only you won't hit me so hard, oh yes, Miss!" 

Dropping her dress, Zita slipped the strap into her brief case. Five minutes 
later, she was ushering the boy, shamefaced and with his eyes downcast, into 
her car. 

As they drove towards her nearby apartment, Zita commanded Alfred to reach 
under her dress and keep his palm on the crotch of her panties. And she 
didn't permit him to take it away until they had reached the apartment 
parking lot. 

When she got into her apartment, Zita phoned Alfred's mother and told her 
that the boy had offered to help her with a class project. She suggested 
that, since she was going to cook dinner for herself, she had Alfred as her 
guest and then drive him home when the project was over. The boy's mother, 
flattered that Zita was taking such an interest in her son, naturally agreed 
most enthusiastically. 

And so within minutes, Zita was sitting on the edge of her bed, her dress 
pulled high on her firm sculptured thighs. Alfred, his fingers still 
trembling, was ordered to take off his clothes, "All of them, Alfred, and 
don't you dare stop until you're stark naked!" to use her own words. 

Without a word, Zita then rose and very slowly and alluringly took off her 
dress. Alfred's eyes fixed on her jutting bra and she could see beads of 
perspiration gleam on his forehead, while his small but very erect and hard 
prick twitched with excitement. 

Lingering deliberately over the ritual and pointing to the crotch of her 
panties. "And this is my cunt, Alfred, remember the word," she murmured as 
she pushed his palm right up against the crotch of her panties. "Go ahead, 
rub your hand back and forth so you know what a woman's cunt is like. That's 
what you were trying to see and you would have seen if I hadn't had these 
panties on, you naughty boy!" 

Then, inserting her fingers in the waistband of her panties, she began very 
slowly to tug them down. He uttered a gasp, his cheeks turning red, and his 
fingernails dug into his palms and his prick began to throb and jiggle 
excitedly. She thought for a moment he was going to come. "You've never seen 
a woman do this, have you, Alfred? You really don't know what a woman looks 
like under her panties, what her cunt is like, do you Alfred?" she 
persisted. 

He couldn't speak, but shook his head, his eyes blazing and fixing on the 
movement of those panties. Now they moved down below the thick bush of her 
cunt and finally down her thighs till they slithered to her feet. 

"Pick them up, Alfred, and put them on the chair for me," she ordered 
arbitrarily. As the boy obeyed the order, she knew he would feel the body 
heat which the nylon panties still retained. She saw him press them in his 
hands as he picked them up. 

When he came back from the chair, Zita ordered him to turn his back to her 
and not to look until he was told. He obeyed, his face scarlet, trembling 
violently, and she slowly lay down on her back with her bottomcheeks at the 
very edge of the bed. 

Next, drawing her legs up over her body she spread them wide. Then applying 
her slim fingers, she took hold of the lips of her cunt, finding them as 
moist as she knew they would be. "Now you can look around and see me, 
Alfred," she murmured. 

He uttered a choking gasp as he stared right into her cunt and saw the 
jutting cheeks of her behind, the shadowy groove which led to her puckering, 
dainty asshole. And when his eyes finally lifted from those treasures, he 
perceived that she had cupped both her full round titties in her hands and 
was rubbing them. 

"Now then, Alfred, you're going to obey me," she said, her voice growing 
even more husky as her passions rose. "You're going to kiss and lick and 
suck my cunt. You're going to do it till I come. This is one time you are 
going to learn exactly what a woman's cunt is like, since you seemed to be 
so interested in staring at me, hoping I wasn't wearing panties." 

"Oh no, Miss-I truly-" 

"Be silent! Just do what you're told, or I'll punish you very severely!" she 
sternly interrupted. "Come now, kneel down, put your hands on my behind, and 
then put your mouth up against my cunt and begin to kiss and suck it. You 
can use your tongue too, and I'll tell you when," Zita instructed. 

She shivered as she felt his soft young mouth press against her cunt, 
tentatively at first, and heard him gasp. She closed her eyes and gave 
herself up to this thrilling intimacy, and acknowledged that a boy, one of 
her own pupils, was procuring this delight for her almost made her spend 
then and there. "Kiss it a little more quickly now, all around the lips. 
That's it! And now suck at it. The way you would a lollipop, Alfred. Right 
against the lips, and then in the center-ohhh, mmmm, that's nice-keep it 
up-oh that's lovely, Alfred!" she panted. 

When she felt herself being gradually roused, she commanded, "Now use your 
tongue. Put it deep inside, rub it around until you find a little button. 
That's my clittie, Alfred dear. And I want you to lick it back and forth, 
rub it and press at it until I come and give down all my cunt cream. Do you 
understand me?" 

"Yes, Miss Zita!" he blurted. For a moment, she thought he was going to 
burst into tears. Instead he dropped to his knees, and, at her repeated 
command, suddenly began to thrust his tongue into the depths of her cunt. 

It didn't take long before Zita uttered a groaning sob of ecstasy and then 
felt her body begin to jerk and twitch. It was the most shattering come she 
had ever known. She put both her hands to the back of his head and crushed 
his face against her cunt, holding him there until gradually the waves of 
fury began to subside and the sweet dreamy lassitude of creaming overtook 
her. 

"You did very well, indeed, Alfred," she said in a languid voice as she sat 
up. Then, reaching behind her, she unhooked the bra and let it fall to the 
floor. Again Alfred gasped with delight as her big titties jutted out in all 
their glory. 

A moment later, her hands were caressing the back of his head as, faithful 
to her next command, he began to suck each of her titties in turn. He took 
as much as he could into his mouth, and he found it astonishing that her 
nipples grew harder and firmer as he did so. 

After he had finished that adulation of her titties, Zita turned over on the 
bed to present her bottom to him. "Now then, take your hands and open the 
cheeks, that's it," she panted. "You see my little asshole? Put your mouth 
over it, and kiss it, and then I want you to put your tongue in." 

The moment she felt his tongue probe between the lips of her asshole, Zita 
began to groan, and her bottomcheeks spasmed and shook and trembled, so that 
Alfred in turn was wildly roused. 

It was exquisite, but she stopped him only when she felt that she was going 
to come again. "Now lie down on your back," she panted. When he had done so, 
she straddled over him, lowering her cunt over his face and again commanded, 
"Use your tongue the way you did before, Alfred, or I'll punish you good and 
hard!" 

At once she felt his tongue stab inside of her, find the button and rub 
against it. He kept it up until she uttered a shriek of ecstasy and felt her 
body explode in the sweet bursting fury of girl come. Her cunt and thighs 
pressed and rubbed against his face for a full minute in the aftermath. 

Now that she had achieved the gratification she wanted, there remained only 
the ultimate degradation and debasement of this young, conquered male. "Did 
that excite you, Alfred?" she demanded. 

"Oh yes-oh, gosh, yes, Miss Zita!" he gasped. 

"Do you ever play with yourself when you get excited and think thoughts 
about girls who don't wear panties, Alfred?" she persisted. She could have 
almost wept for joy when she saw him shamefacedly nod, then tried to turn 
his face away from her. "Answer me, or I'll spank you good and hard," she 
warned. 

"Y-y-yes, M-Miss Z-zita," he mumbled, "s-sometimes I do." 

"Well then, you're going to show me right here and now how you do it. Put 
your hand on your cock-that's it. I suppose you do it that way? All right. 
Now you rub back and forth and frig yourself the way you do when you're all 
alone. Oh, that's nice! And keep your left hand ready so you can catch your 
spend when it comes out, Alfred. Back and forth not too fast, otherwise 
you'll chaffe the tender skin of your cock. Do it slow and easy. My, it's 
getting awfully big and hard, it's going to come pretty soon, it's going to 
spit out all the juice. Get ready, and now catch it!" 

She closed her eyes with ecstasy again as she saw him jerk and stiffen, and 
then saw his gismic load shoot into his left hand. 

"All right, go wash yourself in the bathroom right away," she said curtly. 
She rose and lit a cigarette, and then went to the kitchen, remaining naked, 
as she prepared dinner for them both. 

After dinner, without putting back on her clothes, or letting Alfred put 
back on his, she took him back to her bedroom and made him gamahuch her. 
Then she dressed, saw to it that he was properly groomed, and drove him back 
home. 

Zita seduced quite a few boys after that and invariably in the same manner 
we have already described. Often she would have Alfred reamin after school. 
Then, removing her panties, she would sit forward on the edge of her chair, 
lean back, and while he knelt under the desk, she had him gamahuch her. 

After each such performance, she would take him into the cloak room and 
there have him take out his cock and masturbate and catch his spend while 
she watched. 

This time, however, her successful seductions were fated to come to an 
abrupt end. Before this particular semester ended, as a matter-of-fact, one 
of the boys she had seduced felt a certain guilt about what had happened to 
him and reported it to his parents. Then they in turn went before the school 
authorities. The school did not wish any scandal, but a brief interview with 
Zita by the faculty president made her leave town that very night. 

Thus quite a few boys who had become accustomed at an early age to the 
delights of the female body, to gamahuching, to masturbation and to all the 
other titillating joys which Zita had taught them found themselves without a 
mature partner. We will, however, see what effect the loss of his 
initiatress had on Alfred. 

For quite some years after this early initiation, understandably, Alfred 
would stare at women in the street and imagine how they would look stark 
naked. When he could stand the temptation no longer, he would hurry off to 
some secret place, sometimes a public phone booth into which he hid himself, 
take out his prick and masturbate. 

What he had learned of sex comprised only voyeurism, gamahuching and jacking 
off. However, at the age of sixteen, he at last found a girl who was willing 
to do more than just neck. They got behind a screen of bushes in a park, he 
took off her panties and took out his erect cock. 

When she expected him to fuck her, Alfred gave her an unexpected dividend by 
gamahuching her. It delighted the girl, it being her first such experience. 
But then, when she had believed that he would put his cock into her and fuck 
her as she had hoped for, feeling grateful to him now that he had roused her 
so by this act of servile devotion, she was horrified. Instead of putting 
his cock into her cunt, Alfred was kneeling up between her legs and jacking 
off. But this time, instead of catching his spunk in his hand, he allowed it 
to splash onto her belly. 

She began to swear at him and call him a queer, tugged on her panties and 
ran away, and never dated him again. 

As he developed into manhood, Alfred found himself unable to change his 
concept of the sexual act between man and woman. At last he made the fatal 
error of thinking that by marrying a woman and having access to her body, he 
could cure himself of this immature history. 

He knew what fucking was, but he couldn't carry it out. Strangely enough, 
even with a prostitute, when he tried to put his cock into a cunt, he 
immediately grew limp. 

The woman he married when he was twenty-three and she two years earlier, was 
a virgin. On their wedding night, he revolted and frightened her by forcing 
her to submit to being gamahuched against her will, since she considered it 
to be an unspeakably vile, unnatural act. 

But her horror grew when, after he had finished with her, he knelt between 
her thighs, jacked off and spurted his spunk onto her naked body. She left 
him the very next morning. 

Faced with the scandal of divorce on the charge of sexual abnormality and 
knowing that lie could probably never change, Alfred chose the only way out 
that his shattered mind could find. He put a gun to his head and pulled the 
trigger. 

Thus we see a vivid and unforgettable example of a boy introduced into 
sexual activity in such a way that he could never adjust to a normal sexual 
relationship with a woman. I do not usually use the word "normal" in such 
cases, but here I do so without hesitation. Believe me, there's nothing 
abnormal about gamahuching; far from it, for it is a normal and healthy as 
any logical act in the sexual union when done with the consent of and the 
enjoyment of both partners. 

But in Alfred's case, as we can see, it became a substitute for fucking to 
the extent where this and jacking off were the only sexual acts of which he 
became capable. 

We know how delicate an instrument the young mind is. In our society, it is 
often incapable of withstanding the traumatic shocks that Alfred had at the 
early age of twelve. What happened to him destroyed not only his chance for 
normal development, but also his mind and eventually his life. Zita perhaps 
never did learn it, and so she never knew what a terrible price her young 
protege paid for having chosen him as the instrument of vengeance on the 
entire male sex. It was a tragedy which claimed a fairly innocent life. 

 CASE HISTORY 

Ruth D., age 24 Marcel P., age 15 

Ruth D. was really a true pure virgin at the age of twenty-four. It was true 
that in college and high school she had had several boyfriends, but she had 
always broken with them when they tried to neck and went beyond mere kissing 
to attempting to touch her body under her clothes. Her parents had taught 
her that such a caress was sinful. 

Strangely enough, she had begun as a child to read romantic novels, and so 
had an idealistic concept of sex. But by the time she was twenty, she had 
begun to read the kind of sex novels that only men usually have the courage 
to buy in a book store. Perhaps this was an outgrowth of her rigid 
upbringing, a kind of subconscious protest. At any rate, it had a pronounced 
influence on her life. Placing herself in the role of a heroin or the female 
victim of some lustful attack who would be subjected to many deviations such 
as being whipped on the bare behind to make her yield, tied down and 
ravished or buggered, Ruth D. would lie naked on her bed, close her eyes and 
dream herself into those novels, till at last her hand found its way to her 
pussy. 

At first she had been content to stroke that tender nook, but gradually she 
learned how to manipulate her fingers into her cunt and find the clitoris 
and bring about fierce orgasm. She was now a young teacher, taking a class 
immediately after her graduation from college with the required certificate 
of education, and each day in school she became impatient for the day to end 
so that she might hurry back to her room and read another erotic novel while 
she frigged herself. 

Soon she began to long for a transformation out of fantasy and to reality. 
Fucking, buggering, gamahuching and Frenching fascinated her; but there was 
a fear which helped retain her puritanical inhibitions against such carnal 
pleasures. For in most of the books she read, the males were rough and 
brutal, while Ruth longed for a man who could be gentle, sensitive and 
tender, one who could bring her sexual bliss without pain or discomfort. 

She began to examine her pussy with a kind of impersonal and clinical eye. 
Finding it so small, she imagined how atrociously it would hurt to have a 
man drive his stiff prick into an opening which barely accepted her finger, 
finally she decided that if she could find a man with a gentle manner and a 
small cock, she might at last be introduced to the joys which had been 
denied her and granted only vicariously through books. 

As a consequence, she began to accept more dates. One evening, when a fellow 
teacher who had asked her out became quite ardent, she decided to "go the 
limit" with him. 

They were in the back seat of his car, and he had already slipped her 
panties off and was fingering her pussy and bottom, making her thrill to his 
every touch. Everything was going along beautifully until he exposed his 
erect cock and pressed it into her hand. When she saw and felt the size of 
it, Ruth gasped and felt all her vaginal and thigh muscles tense. Such a 
huge object would certainly, she told herself, cause excruciating pain when 
it was put into the tight confines of her cunt. 

The man sensed that something had gone wrong to break the exquisite mood the 
two of them had achieved, and so he asked her about it. Falteringly, Ruth 
told him that she was a virgin and dreaded the pain his cock would cause 
her. His attitude was one of mingled impatience and sympathy; believing that 
she owed him something after having aroused him to this state, she timidly 
suggested that instead they settle for gamahuching and Frenching. 

But at the thought of licking or sucking her pussy, he made a grimace of 
distaste. With a sigh, Ruth bent over and took his cock into her mouth. 
Seeing how completely it filled her mouth, she now knew it would have split 
her in two if he had put it into her cunt. However, the warm hard feeling of 
his ramrod was a pleasant sensation for her, so she kept sucking until he 
finally spurted into her mouth. 

When he drove her home, he made no comment that he wanted to see her again. 
Once alone in her room, Ruth stripped naked and frigged herself to climax. 
Before she went to sleep, she began to panic at the thought that for the 
rest of her life she would have to settle for frigging herself, reading 
books and dreaming up erotic fantasies. 

The next day in her class, she noticed a fifteen-year-old boy named Marcel, 
a shy gentle boy obviously enamoured of her. 

The more she considered him, the more he seemed to offer precisely what she 
was seeking. He was obviously gentle, quite intelligent, and since he was 
only fifteen years of age, she was sure that his prick wouldn't be so big as 
to frighten her and hurt her. 

This thought burned in her mind for a few days until at last, feeling a 
desperate kind of urgency, she determined to discover whether or not her 
theory could be put into practice and whether at last a boy might replace 
the cruder male between her legs and give her what she needed. 

So she paid particualr attention to him in class and when one afternoon 
Marcel approached her to ask an explanation as to why his English 
composition had been marked lower than he had expected, she found exactly 
the opportunity she wanted. 

"I'd like to spend a lot of time with you helping you, Marcel" she told him. 
"But it would take too much of the other student's time if I did it in 
class. Why don't you come to my apartment this Saturday morning?" The boy 
was enchanted that his favorite teacher would care so much about him, and so 
he arrived about five minutes of ten, actually five minutes earlier than the 
time she had told him to come. 

The interview began sedately enough, while she explained her marking to him 
and he finally agreed that she had been fair and that he had learned 
something from her reasons. 

Later, she gave him a soft drink while she had a cup of coffee, they went on 
talking. She began to discuss books of an erotic nature, and to her great 
surprise, found that he had read some of them. It excited her as she thought 
of this boy lying naked on his bed jacking off just as she did while reading 
a thrilling book. 

As her courage grew, Ruth began to turn the conversation away from books and 
towards real life. Soon she was telling him of her curiosity about fucking 
as it took place beteen a man and a woman and how she feared it. And after 
he had got over his initial shock at such a revelation from this beautiful 
young woman, he began to speak to her as freely. "I'm sort of scared of 
girls myself, Miss D.," he stammered. "I've dreamt about them too, but I 
never have seen one and I wonder lots of times whether they are just like 
they are in the books I read." 

"Would you like to see one, Marcel?" she asked in a trembling voice. The 
expression in his eyes told her without words, and so she began to undress. 
When she reached back to take off her bra, and let it fall, he uttered a cry 
and cupped her titties with both hands, rubbed them, then put his lips to 
the nipples of each in turn and gave each a tender sucking kiss. 

Ruth shivered, her eyes closing with rapture, as she felt his mouth on her 
bubbies, and she could hardly wait until she could feel his lips pressing 
against her pussy and drawing her to rapture. 

"Oh, won't you please take off your clothes, too, Marcel dear?" she begged. 
He did so eagerly, and this thrilled her also. 

His prick stiffly erect was not hardly so large as the one she had sucked on 
her recent date, the one that had ended so disasteroulsy for her. Yet it was 
bigger than her finger and she had a few misgivings as to whether it would 
go into her cunt. Nonetheless, she had determined to make the experiment and 
besides by now she was far too excited to back down. Consequently, removing 
her panties, she stood with her legs apart and said, "Now, you can see my 
pussy, Marcel." 

The boy was fascinated. His eyes fixed on it, and then he put his hand 
gently to it. She smiled at him encouragingly, heartening him to grow 
bolder. He began to put his finger all around the rims of her quim, and she 
in turn reached out and fondled his cock, balls and scrotum. 

"Would you like to gamahuch me, darling?" she faultered, blushing at the 
sound of the lust word, which thriller her inexpressibly. 

"Oh yes, I would, Miss D.!" he blurted. So Ruth rather nervously moved round 
the bed till she found a position in which he could press his lips against 
her hot, wet, gleaming pussy, and lick this steaming pussy while her soft 
satiny thighs rubbed against his smooth, hairless cheeks. As he began to 
mouth her quim, his hands squeezed her thighs and bottomcheeks, and she soon 
began to maon with passion. It was far better than she had ever dreamed it 
would be. To her delight, she discovered that this precocious boy knew about 
a girl's clitoris even though he had never seen one; from his reading, and 
from his fantasies, he was able to find it with his tongue and her body 
jerked and swirved in the sweet throes of bliss. She began to groan and then 
to sob and suddenly her body exploded with a climax so much more glorious 
than any she had ever been able to bring about with her finger that she 
almost fainted. 

After a slight rest, she encouraged him to lie atop her. With a bit of 
fumbling, he at last managed to make the proper contact, and she felt the 
glans of his cock pushing into her pussy. There was some pain, but far less 
than she had prepared herself to endure. In just a few moments, the full 
length of his young cock was well inside her and he had begun to pump back 
and forth. 

Naturally, the excitement proved too much and he had a premature 
ejaculation. But before he had inserted his cock, he had caressed and kissed 
her enough so that Ruth was able to have a tremendous orgasm just a moment 
before she felt his boyish spurt deep into her womb. She locked her arms and 
legs around him and held him to her as she moaned out her joy. 

In the weeks that followed, Ruth and Marcel often met to explore the excitng 
byways of physical love. He became an adept and confident lover, while in 
turn he made her a contented female who no longer needed to depend upon 
frigging herself for sexual release. 

What might have come out of this relationship can only be a matter of 
conjecture, because Marcel's father, a laboratory technician was transferred 
by his firm to the West Coast and the affair ended. Ruth D. herself, since 
she had an excellent post in the school system of Des Moines, morned him, 
but she decided it would not be worth while to try to follow her boyish 
lover out to California. 

Yet for both of them, this affair had very beneficial overtones. Ruth was 
able to overcome her fear of men and, after a few affairs with young males 
past the age of twenty-one, she married and became a quite happily adjusted 
wife capable of satisfying her husband in bed, not only by being able to 
French and fuck expertly, but also to allow him to try buggering her and 
even cupping her titties and putting his cock between them and thus bringing 
himself to orgasm. 

However, for Marcel, the result was even more sanguine. What the boy had 
purposely failed to tell his beautiful young initiatress, was that because 
he was afraid of women-just as she had been afraid of men-he had developed 
some homosexual tendencies. He had actually had homosexual relations with 
three different boys and he had believed himself condemned to a life of 
homosexuality. However, following this lovely introduction with Ruth, Marcel 
became released of homosexuality and turned into a skillful lover. 

This is one of those exceptional cases where because a boy was seduced by a 
woman, his sexual life was saved from the frustration and misery which 
afflicts the homosexual in our present society. Not only did he emerge from 
the seduction unharmed, but he was actually a better person for it. In turn, 
when we examined Ruth's personality, we find that though she was nervous and 
unskilled, her healthy and eager outlook towards sexual adventure was 
communicated to the willing victim of her seduction. And this, perhaps, was 
the difference between altering him for the better instead of plunging him 
into a realm of neurosis and frustration. 

 CASE HISTORY 

Sara O., age 45 Harold T., age 16 

I knew both participants in this case history about twenty years ago, and 
because of this, want to include it in this volume for its many unusual 
features. The point that it makes-or the moral that it draws, if you prefer, 
though I myself never moralized-is that the mature seductress should have 
some consideration as to the general character of her young lover. If he is 
weak, amoral, unscrupulous and cynical, she may well have set him off on a 
cycle of empty conquests, in which he fancies himself to be a masterful Don 
Juan whom no woman can resist. Such a future life is empty and unsatisfying, 
as well as torturing. And this, indeed, is what happened to her young lover, 
as we shall see. 

Sara herself at the age of forty-five was tentatively a virgin. It was true 
that she had never had a man fuck her, nor had she even had lesbian 
relations even as an experiment; however, she had broken through her cherry 
early in life by masturbating herself with various objects. 

There are perhaps more women than we know who utilize this method of 
self-penetration to simulate the action of the male prick. In many 
instances, it is a fear of pregnancy and of the brutality of the male in the 
act of fucking which induces them to gratify themselves in this onanistic 
manner. For others, especially the younger girls, it is perhaps a desire to 
hasten their maturity so that they can pretend they are "grown up" enough to 
have all the fun of sex and none of the dangers or responsibility. Or again, 
it may be a mature woman whose lover does not satisfy her (whether she is 
married or not), and who therefore resorts to inanimate objects to represent 
the male prick and so to direct it that she herself has control over the 
excitement engendered. 

Perhaps the oddest fact of this entire case is that a woman of forty-five 
who had thus far contented herself with artificial phalluses would suddenly 
attempt to seduce a sixteen-year-old boy who was a student in her high 
school class. Sara herself told me that she didn't quite understand what had 
set her off into this attempt. So far as she could determine, it came about 
because she had the feeling that life was running out on her without her 
having known, "the feeling of a naked male lying on top of me with his stiff 
hot cock plunging deep inside my cunt." To be sure, this explanation is 
reasonable enough, and yet there must have been an ingrown fear of the male 
until that time. Sara told me that she frigged herself to climax at least 
once a week, and almost invariably after reading stimulating erotic 
literature. 

Usually she employed her finger, but from time to time, as she told me, she 
would stage what she termed an orgy. In such instances, she would lie naked 
on her bed with her legs hugely straddled. Then, while she held an erotic 
book in one hand and avidly studied it, she would insert a candle, banana, 
cucumber, or similar object into her cunt. As she read, she would push the 
object in and out as a simulation of fucking. When she came to her spending, 
she would remove the object and then rest for a while. After about a quarter 
of an hour or so, she would begin to read again. When she came upon another 
thrilling erotic passage, she would insert a different object into her cunt 
and, as she read on, again repeat the process of simulated fucking. 

At first glance, Sara did not at all seem to be the sexually oriented type; 
she was intellectual, rather stout, and rather severe of face. To imagine 
her lying naked on her bed with her body writhing, her hips bouncing up and 
down as she frigged herself or thrust an artificial prick into her cunt, 
while reading a book which her principal would have probably been horrified 
to know she even possessed, was certainly a picture that did not at all 
conform to what Sara was in her outward, professional life. But the fact is 
that she did these things and she told me also that these "orgies" sometimes 
involved as many as four separate orgasms before she became so tired that 
she had to stop. 

One afternoon, towards the end of a class in English literature (not, 
assuredly, the kind she read in the privacy of her bedroom!), Sara, growing 
interested in the subject and wanting to achieve a degree of familiarity and 
intimacy with her students, seated herself on the edge of her desk. She 
discovered that one boy was staring at her legs, shifted herself and hoped 
she hadn't blushed too obviously to indicate to him that she had been aware 
of his preoccupation. Thereafter, she kept an eye on this particular boy and 
she observed that he was always trying to see more of her than her clothing 
usually exhibited. He seemed to crane his neck whenever she stooped, or 
leaned back in her swivel chair, and she came to the conclusion that he was 
a potential peeping torn. The notion somewhat excited her. 

Consequentaly, she put into practive the idea of walking over to his desk 
during the class, bending down to see what he was writing and ask him 
questions about the theme or the book under discussion. Every time she did 
this, she caught him in the act of sneaking a quick look down the bodice of 
her dress. On other occasions, Sara saw him staring at her bottom or, when 
she paused to take a deep breath, the bodice of her dress where her full 
round titties rose and fell. 

One night, feeling the urge of lust upon her, she stripped naked. But this 
time Sara didn't take an erotic book to bed. Instead she went to her 
refrigerator and took out a large banana not yet ripe; she told me that the 
ripe, soft bananas did not give the same degree of friction and probing 
which simulated the male prick. Positioning herself appropriately, Sara 
conjured up an image in which Harold-the boy who had been staring at her all 
this time-was kneeling naked between her straddled thighs. In her fantasy, 
he held his stiff young cock in his hand and he was smiling as he prepared 
to stick it into her cunt. 

Harold, at sixteen, was quite a well grown lad with an excellent athletic 
build, and her belief was that he must necessarily have a large prick. In 
this dream-fantasy of hers, she had put saliva on her fingers and rubbed it 
onto her cunt lips. As she applied this moisture, she felt an immediate 
response to the touch of her fingers, and she knew that her come was going 
to be exceptionally thrilling. 

Before moving her hand away, Sara rubbed the" finger over her clitoris and 
shuddered and groaned aloud. There was no longer any time for waiting. 
Seizing the banana, she caressed it in her hand, once again imagining the 
naked form of Harold kneeling as her hand took hold of his stiff young 
prick, a preparatory to guiding it into her cunthole. Talking to this 
fantasy-boy aloud, she said-she related this to me in verbatim-: "Harold, 
darling, I have such a tight warm cunt, I'm just begging you to stick your 
big beautiful prick into it. It's going to hold you tightly, darling, it's 
going to suck out all the juice and make you feel so good. Oh, don't wait, 
ram it into my poor little pussy and fuck me hard!" 

In her fantasy, she saw the boy smile, felt the weight of his strong young 
body as he lowered himself onto her shuddering, naked flesh, guiding his 
prick to her waiting and eager cunt. "Oh Harold, darling," she gasped as she 
thrust the banana into her cunt, "you're so big and hard, oh, give it to me! 
Give it to me, give it to me hard, stick it in as hard as you can and fuck 
me!" 

She stopped talking as the full length of the banana was inserted inside her 
vaginal sheath. Resting for a moment, closing her eyes, she sighed deeply. 
Then her hand grasped the end of the banana and began to move it back and 
forth in the act of fucking. 

Throughout this act, her other hand moved over her body, returning to cup 
and fondle one of her big titties, and then the other, feeling her nipples 
harden like flints. As she approached her come, her hand drove the banana 
back and forth with increased tempo as her bottomcheeks arched and strained, 
and then suddenly with a final plunge the artificial prick crammed deep into 
her and remained there as she clutched both her titties, and rolled over to 
her side and moaned aloud in the ecstasy of girl-spending. 

Her thighs clenched, and she turned over to lie on her belly, the presence 
of a banana real and comforting, as if it were still a stiff young male 
prick remaining hard in her cunt even after her orgasm. 

It was at this moment, she told me, that she decided she was definitely 
going to seduce Harold. For the first time in her life, she wanted to know 
the feeling of a real prick, a male organ, inside her pussy. 

But she waited impatiently until Friday before she put her first phase of 
the intended seduction into action. Now after the final class of the day, 
she calmly asked Harold to remain after the others had left. No other 
students had been given detentions that day even though a few of them had 
committed acts and misdeeds which normally would have resulted in their 
punishment; but for today, Sara wanted Harold entirely to herself for very 
obvious reasons. Accordingly, he was somewhat puzzled as he waited for the 
other students to file out so that he could learn what he had done to merit 
this reprimand. 

No sooner was the room empty than Sara invited him to come up to her desk. 
She had pushed her chair well back and dragged her dress well above her 
thighs, quite high enough so that he could hardly consider it an accidental 
maneuver. Naturally, just as she had expected, his eyes were riveted to 
them. But when he looked up to her face, he saw that Sara was smiling; it 
was clear that he wasn't being punished, but this still didn't solve his 
confusion. Then, pleasantly, she asked, "Would you do me a favor, Harold, 
and come over to my apartment tomorrow to help me with a very important 
project?" 

"Of course, Miss O.," he eagerly replied. He was blushing with nervousness, 
but this made it all the more stimulating to her. First she thought of 
offering him a ride home so that she could tease him a little more and 
relish in advance what she was going to do with him, but she finally decided 
against it. Other students might see and it might arouse suspicions, a 
chance she saw no reason for taking. So she told him that she would expect 
him the next morning between ten-thirty and eleven. 

Actually, he arrived ten minutes early, and even at that Sara guessed that 
he had been waiting as long as he could. His eyes opened wide and his face 
crimsoned as she held the door open to admit him. For she wore a long 
negligee of vivid white. Although it wasn't transparent, it was sufficiently 
so to enable him to make out the outline of a garterbelt which snugged 
dark-tinted nylon hose caressingly high on her firm, strong, beautifully 
rounded thighs. 

She stood framed in the doorway, and with sunshine coming in through the 
window behind her, it was quite evident that Harold was presented with a 
breath-taking display. "Do you like my working clothes?" she asked airily as 
she moved gracefully and walked ahead of him into the room. To the boy, the 
view he saw of her behind and the movement of her thighs was just as 
exciting as the other had been. At once his prick grew hard, and he 
stealthily put his palm over the front of his trousers to hide the erection. 
But he wasn't able to manage it quickly enough to escape detection, for she 
suddenly turned and, in the seductive tone, murmured, "Yes, I see you really 
do like my uniform, Harold dear. And I'm very flattered." 

He was usually competent in class, but now he stood flustered, trembling, 
his eyes widened and his face quite red. "Oh come now, you're not really 
acting as if you did like it, Harold," she smilingly teased him. 

Then she took a step towards him, holding out her arms and nodding her head. 
He moved nervously towards her, and she was certain that his knees were 
shaking as he came towards her. A moment later, her arms enfolded him, and 
his locked around her. As her mouth pressed hard against his, her titties 
crushed against his chest, and she shivered as she felt his hard stiff prick 
prodding against her belly. 

As the kiss ended, she murmured, "Wait a bit, dear." Then, moving back a 
little way from him, her fingers working at the knot of the negligee, she 
drew it open slowly to expose her generously proportioned body clad in only 
bra and panties. Then, dramatically, she drew it off her shoulders and let 
it float to the floor in a shimmering heap. 

To Harold, she was even more exciting in this black lingerie than had she 
been stark naked. Yet at the moment it seemed better to him to see her as 
she was, to touch her through these provocative garments-and he did just 
that. 

Dividing his attention between the nylon sheaths which hid her titties and 
her cunt, and her naked skin, he rubbed both. He put his palms on her, one 
to her belly, the other against one of her titties, and moaned softly. When 
she took his face between her hands, he allowed her to guide it between the 
swells of her titties and above the valley of her bra. Opening his mouth on 
the smooth valley, he ran his tongue along the surface and felt her 
trembling just as he was trembling. 

"Take your clothes off, dear," she whispered hoarsely. He began to grow more 
confident, and as he took off his clothes, he was rigid and stood proudly 
before her, his stiff prick straining towards her as an emblem of manhood 
which he openly displayed. 

Sara reached out to clasp it in her palm, rapping her fingers round the 
stem, and she felt shivers of exquisite passion as she at last touched a 
real male prick. This was going to be so much better than anything she had 
used in the past, it would swell and probe inside of her, and at the end of 
it, it would spend furiously the hot juices into her eager cunt. 

Then she led him into the bedroom and murmured to him, "I want you to take 
off all my clothes and then have me. I want you to fuck me, darling. Will 
you?" 

"Oh, my gosh! Yes, Miss Sara!" he groaned. His trembling fingers reached 
behind her to unhook the bra, and then he tugged down her panties, uttering 
gasps of ecstasy, his eyes blazing as they studied the firming nipples, the 
bush which concealed the soft twitching lips of her cunt. Then his hands 
moved to caress these sacred and hitherto unknown treasures of femininity, 
and finally he began to kiss her titties, then her belly, until at last, in 
sheer spontaneity, he sank down between hex hands, he allowed her to guide 
it between the swells of her titties and above the valley of her bra. 
Opening his mouth he pressed a passionate kiss on her furry cunthole. 

She was naked save for her garterbelt and hose, her thighs straddled, her 
arched forward to receive this gamahuching kiss from a young male who 
accorded it to her in candid adoration and healthy young male lust. 

Before her trembling, uncertain hands pushed his face away lest she climax 
too soon, she suddenly realized that it was too late; her body began to 
quake, her head fell back and a long sobbing gasp excaped her. It was 
indescribably delicious! 

She flung herself down on the bed, panting, "Oh, now, oh, darling, put your 
prick inside my cunt and fuck me, Harold!" He mounted her, and with his 
strong, young body atop hers, Sara cried out with joy as she felt his 
savagely stiff young cock probing through the wet twitching lips of her cunt 
until it was deep inside of her. 

Her body arched from the bed, her arms locking tightly around his sturdy 
young athletic naked body, and she cried again as she felt his belly 
pressing hers down, felt all his length and stiffness deep inside of her. 

It was true that she had put many a larger item into her cunt, but this 
prick surpassed all of those objects in the sensations of ecstasy it 
provided. This is the way it would be, she told herself, as often as she 
could arrange it. 

Suddenly she felt his essence spurt into her, before she could have orgasm 
herself; but that didn't bother her. She knew she could restore him in a 
little while, and it would take him much longer, giving her ample time to 
taste the heaven of being fucked. 

She revived him with her mouth, and certainly as she had dreamed, he thrust 
his rigid prick back into her cunt and fucked hard until suddenly she felt 
herself explode with all the ecstasy she had dreamed of. 

It was a magnificent affair and it went on until Harold began to discover 
that younger women, girls of his own age, had even more delicious bodies, 
younger and firmer flesh, more tempting ways and reactions. Gradually he 
turned to them, and then suddenly vanished from Sara's life. 

Although she continued to teach, and seduced other boys, none ever gave her 
the same thrill as Harold. After all, psychologically, he was her very first 
male; to a woman, that is a prime importance. 

As for this boy, his early initiation by a mature woman gave him a 
magnificent fundamental course in sexual education which was to stand him in 
good stead. He became an excellent lover, and for a while it seemed that he 
would be healthy, sexually adjusted and thoroughly able to benefit from this 
initiation. 

But the psychology of this boy was something that Sara herself had not 
foreseen. He began to think more of the joy of conquest, he saw each girl as 
a new cunt to be fucked, not a personality capable of warm giving and 
appreciation. Just as he had abandoned Sara when he found someone else more 
interesting, so he considered women simply items to be written down in a 
little black book and logged as the clinical details of the pleasure they 
had given, then forgotten in his quest for new quim. 

I know him now, and he is thirty-six years of age. He is beginning to suffer 
from the empty life of being a mere Don Juan. He comes to me weekly for 
consultation, but I do not think I shall be able to effect a cure. The 
impressions that formed twenty years ago are much too powerful to erase. 

He appears not to be a genuine victim from that early seduction by Sara. I 
do not think that I can overcome his inability to form an emotional 
attachment to any one woman, because he did not learn all that he could have 
learned from Sara's generous giving. He thought only of his physical 
pleasure, not of sharing, not of understanding the wonderful complexities of 
sex and the joy of sharing them with someone who had something in common 
besides her body. 

He must therefore be placed in the category of a victim to a mature 
seductress. And yet, since I'm always optimistic over the wonderfully strong 
powers of the human mind, I do not say definitely that he is incurable. What 
we can learn from this case, however, is that youthful passion has the one 
flaw of selfishness; it is something which the mature seductress must 
remember when she sets out in her campaign to bring a young boy, a virgin 
male, to her eager, lusting bed. She may not always destroy herself, it is 
true, but she may commit a far greater sin of ruining the life of one who 
could be led into compassion and generosity in the act of love. Ego is, we 
psychiatrists know, a powerful weapon in an age of survival; it can be a 
treacherous boomerang when one wields it solely for selfish achievements. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

THE EFFECT OF OUTSIDERS AND STRANGERS 

 CASE HISTORY 

Allison R., age 33 Charles O., age 12 

Allison R. was a married, quite attractive woman who had enjoyed plenty of 
fucking before and during her marriage. Her husband unexpectedly died of a 
heart attack when she was only thirty, and so she went on living in the same 
house and became almost a recluse, stricken with her bereavement. 

She lived in Elmira, New York, and went into town to shop for food about 
once a week, but steadfastly refused to renew old friendships and resisted 
the efforts of former friends to draw her out of her self-imposed shell of 
complete withdrawal. 

Except for shopping, her only other activity was to go walking in the woods. 
Almost daily she went for long walks in the woods behind her house, walking 
until she felt so fatigued that she could scarcely get back home. Then, she 
would fling herself onto her bed and fall into deep, dreamless sleep. 

These walks, obviously, were therapeutic so that they tired her where sleep 
came as a release-but this was not her only reason. When she talked to me 
later, she admitted that she was quite well aware of the danger involved for 
a woman to walk all by herself in the woods. As she explained it, "When my 
husband died, I didn't want to look for anyone else. He had been so good in 
bed, so complete for me. And yet, I wanted to cherish his memory, even while 
I began to feel what his loss meant to me. There wouldn't be a man to hold 
me in his arms, to kiss my titties and to fuck me hard until I came. It had 
been so wonderful, when we shared it. Now there is no one. And yet, I wanted 
a man. But because I'm decent and was brought up to believe that when you 
marry a man, you're all his, I guess I went into the woods sort of 
subconsciously hoping there would be a stranger there who would overpower me 
and take me by force. I mean fuck me, Dr. Klow. Then it wouldn't be my 
fault, because he would be stronger than I was and so I wouldn't have a 
chance to defend myself." 

I may point out here to my readers that Allison's explanation is 
psychologically very well founded. It is, indeed, the exact reason that many 
women give when they explain how they came to be raped: subconsciously, they 
secretly desired it, but because of their upbringing, their religion or 
their own moral code, they were afraid of taking the upper hand or showing 
any initiative. However, when they are dominated and overcome by a stronger 
male, then they rationalize that it isn't their fault and hence they can 
enjoy it secretly while submitting to the will of the stronger. How many 
thousands of unrecorded rapes have taken place exactly because of this 
reasoning, no one will ever know! 

But, if she actually sought to be raped, outwardly or inwardly, it still 
didn't work for her. She was well known, respected and liked around the 
town, and so she could walk in the woods without ever getting anything more 
than a wave or a friendly greeting from the men she happened to meet. 

On one such walk, she hadn't gone more than a few hundred yards from her 
house when she heard excited voices ahead. She began to tiptoe along the 
path and then peered into the thick bushes until she at last found the 
source of these sounds. What she saw made her gasp and stand there as if 
petrified. Two stark naked boys were playing with each other. They had 
hard-ons, and each was fondling the other's cock as they whispered excitedly 
about how it felt to frig each other, to touch here and there, on the tip of 
the cock or the balls or along the shaft. 

Moved by a passionate intensity that she had not experienced since her 
husband's death, Allison crept closer to hear exactly what they were saying, 
her eyes glitteringly fixed on their pricks and bottoms. 

Without planning it that way at all, she found that she was stepping into 
the small clearing to confront both boys, who trembled with embarrassment 
and fear at being caught by a woman in such a compromising situation. 

Their first reaction was to grab for their clothes, but Allison stopped 
them. "No you don't, you stay right here! Now then, I want to know who you 
are. What are your names, boys?" 

Thus coerced, the naked boys identified themselves, and Allison recognized 
both names. They began to cry when she told them, "I'm going to tell your 
parents, yes, I am, what I've caught you doing. For shame! Do you know 
what's going to happen to you?" 

"Sure," Charles stammered, "we'll be kept in the house for a long time, and 
we'll probably get a good sound licking. I'll get it with a switch." 

"And me," the other boy, Tom, groaned, "I'll get my dad's strap on my bare 
ass-I beg your pardon, m'am-oh, gosh, won't you please let us go this once?" 

Allison suddenly realized exactly why an impulse had taken her into the 
clearing to confront them. She was going to experience the pleasure of 
exploring their young male nakedness and punish them in her own way. And so, 
a few moments later, the two naked boys, carrying their clothes, were 
walking hastily down the path to her house. She ushered them inside and 
locked the door behind them. 

Taking them to her bedroom, she sat on the edge of her bed with one naked 
boy standing on each side of her as she scolded them. Then she wanted to 
know how they got spanked at home. 

While they mumbled nervous replies and tried in vain to keep their hands 
over their cocks, Allison felt a wave of passion swirl in her as she hadn't 
done since her husband had so unexpectedly died. "All right, I have decided 
to be lenient this one time," she announced. "I won't tell your parents, but 
I'm going to give each one of you a good sound spanking, do you understand?" 

They nodded, glancing at each other, with a sigh of relief. A hand spanking, 
embarrassing though it would be from a woman, was infinitely better than the 
switch and strap. So, calmly removing her blouse and skirt, she felt 
passions rise even more fiercely in her as she saw both boys staring at her. 
Her white bra and panties stood out in vivid contrast against her tanned, 
smooth bare skin. Tugging her panties very tight so that they shaped out the 
cheeks of her ass and her plump crotch, she sat down on the edge of the bed 
and drew the younger boy over her eager thighs so that she could feel his 
prick against her bare legs. Scolding him for his naughtiness, she began to 
spank him hard with the open palm of her right hand. 

Each time her hand came down on the smooth soft skin of his naked behind, 
another surge of passion went through her. As his bottom colored and grew 
hot under the repeated spanks, Allison began to breathe quickly. She looked 
down and saw her titties heaving in the confines of the bra, and she saw 
also that Charles was staring at them in fascination. 

Then she gasped: he had a hard-on. Delivering a final shower of brisk spanks 
to the reddening bottom over her lap, she pushed Tom to his feet and 
ordered, "You get dressed and wait outside while Charles has his turn, now 
be quick about it!" 

Tom needed no urging. Crying and shivering, he hastily got dressed and 
almost ran out of the house. No sooner had he gone than Allison began to 
talk to the older boy and reached out to fondle his erect prick. Though it 
was quite small, it was nonetheless very impressively hard, and suddenly 
Allison, as she told me, "found myself dreaming of how it was going to feel 
inside my cunt." 

After a few questions, she learned that Charles had never seen a woman in 
only bra and panties, and had certainly never seen a naked woman. She 
watched him tremble with anticipation as she reached behind to unhook her 
bra. Holding it carefully, she removed one cup to expose just one tittie for 
him. When his mouth opened in amazement, she drew his face to her and pushed 
the nipple of her tittie into his mouth. He began to suck it eagerly until 
she drew it away, showing him how hard and dark the nipple had become. 

Then she gave him her other tittie, and he repeated the process. His small 
prick was throbbing with excitement. Now, standing with her back to him, her 
body slightly bent, Allison began to lower her panties with deliberate 
slowness. She slowly bared a smooth pair of bottomcheeks to his breathless 
gaze. 

She let them slowly drop to her feet and stood there a moment, and then she 
turned round to show him her voluptuous belly and the thick black bush of 
her pussy hair. 

Then she drew him onto the bed with her, and began to talk to him about sex. 
Here as she told me, she used all the basic terms to describe her anatomy 
and his, the function of that anatomy and various sexual acts. "You see 
this?" she said to him, pointing to her pussy. "That's my quim, my cunt, my 
pussy, Charles. And that," pointing to his cock, "is your prick, your dong, 
your rod. When a boy puts his rod into a girl's cunt, that is fucking. And 
that's what you're going to do to me. But first you're going to look over my 
pussy and see what you think of it. Now then, put your face between my legs 
and look!" 

She lay back, straddling her thighs, gesturing to him. With a gasp, Charles 
moved forward on his knees until his mouth was up against her cunt. Allison 
was overcome with ecstasy as she closed her eyes and shivered. 

"Now I'll show you how nice it feels when a woman holds a man's prick in her 
mouth, dear," she said. "Crawl over me and get over my face, and I'll show 
you." 

She discovered that she could get his prick entirely into her mouth, and she 
felt him jerk and throb, which added to her excitement. 

Then, remembering how thrilling it had been when he had explored her pussy 
and finally kissed it she murmured to him, "Charles dear, now I want you to 
gamahuch me. It's what you almost did before, except you keep it up. Come 
lie between my legs, dear, and put your mouth up against my pussy. That's a 
darling! Now kiss it, and try to suck while you're kissing, you see? And 
later, when I tell you to, put your tongue inside it and rub it around until 
you find a little button. When you feel me jump and wriggle and hear me tell 
you to hurry, rub it very hard." 

He learned quickly, and his own excitement and interest in being so intimate 
with a mature woman aided him in gratifying Allison with the most powerful 
climax she had had in the almost two years which had passed since her 
husband's untimely death. Then, to reward him, she whispered to him, after 
she had regained her self-control, "Now you are going to fuck me, darling. 
This is because you made me so happy. Now I'll make you happy too." He knelt 
between her thighs and prepared to adjust his small prick into her eager, 
moist and twitching pussy. She took her hands and gently guided him, and 
soon began to squirm and wriggle in delight as Charles, once inside her 
began to move his hips up and down. "Oh, yes, that's it, darling!" she 
breathed. "Oh, how wonderful you are, and it's only your first time. Oh, 
that's marvelous! Deeper, harder, oh, yes, oh, my darling!" 

Perhaps the very smallness of his prick aided him in rubbing her clitoris, 
so that Allison was drawn towards a hot girl-come again when he finally 
uttered a cry and gave up all his essence. The session thus ended. But it 
was one that Allison knew she would always remember. 

Before she allowed him to leave the house, she made him promise to return 
often for more of such games. Charles eagerly agreed and swore that he would 
never tell anyone what they had just done or would do in the future. 

And so the two of them met often at her house after that, and she taught 
Charles everything she knew about sex. During the next few months she in 
turn learned and taught more exciting ways of satisfying pussy and prick 
than she had ever known with her husband, as she and the boy freely 
experimented. 

However, we could only speculate at what might have happened. Charles had 
one quirk in his nature: he could not keep the secret of having a successful 
affair with a beautiful mature woman, and knowing himself to be only a boy 
and yet her lover, made him desire to tell people about it. Naturally, from 
the gossip which went on in his circle of young acquaintances, it was 
inevitable that word should in turn reach adult neighbors and they in turn 
should notify his parents. Charles' father had a session with him, from 
which the boy emerged trembling, pale and shaken. And so the very next time 
he went to Allison's house, his father was hiding behind a clump of bushes 
just outside the house. 

After he had waited for what he had considered would be sufficient time to 
catch both of them in a guilty embrace, Charles' father crept quietly into 
the house and there he found his son and Allison both naked, obviously ready 
to perform the act of fucking. With a shout of anger, the man ordered 
Charles to hurry home where he would be attended to in due course. Then he 
stared at the naked, cringing and blushing Allison. "You dirty, filthy 
bitch! So you're trying to corrupt my boy, are you? You're a queer, a 
pervert, you ought to be ridden out of town on a rail, tarred and feathered, 
just like a whore!" he cursed her. 

Allison was thunderstruck. "But please, you don't understand," she 
stammered. 

"I understand only too well. You like to have things your way, you bitch. 
You think it's easy to screw a boy, because you can make him do what you 
want. You wouldn't try that trick with a man. Like me, for instance. Well, 
now, that's an idea. Here you are all ready to be fucked, and my boy isn't 
able to service you, you dirty bitch. But I will," he grinned viciously as 
he suddenly yanked down his zipper and liberated his massive cock. Allison 
put the back of her hand to her mouth to choke her cry of anguish and shame, 
cringing against the bed. He slapped her face and forced her down on her 
back. Then, in spite of her pleas and struggles, he pried apart her thighs 
with one knee, and, slapping her titties, finally thrust his prick into her 
cunt and fucked her violently. During the act, he cursed her, calling her a 
whore and strumpet, not even worthy of the honor of being fucked by a full 
grown man, but a dirty pervert who played only with boys. And Allison, her 
face twisted to one side, her eyes closed, wept hysterically as she felt his 
brutal prick drive back and forth, heard his jeering and coarse abuse. 
Finally he spent, and then he pulled himself out of her and began to strike 
her with the flat of his hands. When he had finished, he left her crying on 
the bed as he stuffed his limp cock back into his pants and went home to 
punish his son for his wickedness. 

When he got home, Charles' father heard shouts and crying, and realized that 
his wife had been lecturing the boy. But he took over. Taking his belt out 
of his pants, he ordered Charles to strip naked. While the boy's mother held 
his hands, forcing him to bend over the back of the chair, Charles' father 
slashed at his bottom with a double belt until the boy shrieked for mercy, 
his reddened, bruised bottom jerking and twisting in agony. 

But even after that severe thrashing, not a day passed without Charles' 
mother or father reminding him of the filthy thing he had done with Allison. 
And more often than not, either of his parents would end that lecturing with 
the order to strip for another painful dose of the strap. 

This created a traumatic dread and loathing of what had been for Charles a 
beautiful, spontaneous and natural act. In a word, the pain and the shame of 
these whippings made him come to the conclusion that fucking between a male 
and a female was a sinful, filthy thing. 

That took place almost twenty years ago, but the lesson did not vanish. And 
today Charles is a confirmed homosexual who considers all women to be 
sinful, dirty creatures who defile the male body. I doubt very much that he 
would ever change his outlook on them and their role in life. He has had a 
series of male lovers over the years and has come to accept homosexuality as 
the proper and normal way of life. 

Thus we find a young teenager who, seduced as an adolescent, had his life 
changed. But we cannot blame Allison for the harm that was done to Charles; 
the fault was that of his well-meaning parents who absolutely could not cope 
with the situation they did not understand. They themselves were puritans 
and prudes, and so sex to them was dirty and revolting. If, instead of 
treating him like a moral leper, they had explained the situation fully to 
Charles so that he could have retained a respect for the generic processes 
of life, for the beauty there can be in fucking when a man and woman truly 
love each other, very likely there would have been no lasting harm. 

Very likely, had he had a more benign consideration from his parents, 
Charles might have recalled the joys to which Allison had initiated him; he 
would probably have jacked off frequently, had sexual dreams while he did 
so, and at last would have found natural and inevitable sexual pleasures 
with girls in his growth to manhood. 

Instead, he was the tragic victim of ignorance, anger and hypocrisy. His 
father, who thundered out denounciation of sin and evil and filthiness, 
apparently saw none of these things when he fucked and beat Allison, simply 
because she had seduced his boy. And, as Charles himself had told me later, 
often when his parents had finished strapping him, they would hurry to the 
bedroom, strip naked, and then enjoy a fuck together, roused in that curious 
and sadistic yet strange way by his own suffering. If this is not hypocrisy, 
I do not know what really is in the sexual field! 

So it was they, far more than Allison, who corrupted and destroyed a young 
life. We find this attitude in our censors, too, throughout North America. 
They generally believe that all sex is evil. Therefore those who are 
interested in it, who read books about it, who write books and who 
distribute them, are considered "moral degenerates." But if the truth be 
known, many of these censors secretly have a kind of pathetic yearning for 
the very things they condemn. In so condemning, they try to hide this 
yearning from their fellow man. And this is moral hypocrisy of the worst 
kind. 

The entire tragedy of sex in our lifetime is when we approach it with a 
feeling that it is "dirty," 

"unnatural," or "wicked." Here the censor seizes his opportunity to make us 
believe what puritanical teachers have taught us, and to make us wallow in 
our own guilt and shame. Thereafter, of course, for us the act of sex would 
become identified with voyeurism and exhibitionism, in which we would take 
more pleasure from thinking about it. Until we can rid our minds from the 
spectres of guilt and fear and shame, we are not really ready for the sexual 
revolution that is upon us. 

You may ask whether there are many women like Allison. My files as a 
psychiatrist offer conclusive proof that there are indeed. I've had many 
discussions with other authorities in this field of mine, which corroborate 
all I have been able to learn on the subject. We know that mental hospitals 
and prisons hold many women who, having been torn between guilt and desire 
and yielded to the latter, sometimes have seduced boys and then felt 
themselves "sinful." They may have turned to drink or drugs or to 
lesbianism, or they may have sunk to prostitution as a kind of 
self-inflicted whip by which to punish themselves for their imagined sin. 
Their moral breakdown has come out of the very impetus of their desires, 
which they did not take time to study and understand. Undoubtedly Allison, 
before she seduced Charles, should have tried to ascertain the outlook of 
his parents, realizing the risk that one day they might hear of the liaison 
between their son and her. 

But let us turn now to another case history of a woman who was driven to 
seduce a strange boy in her search for gratification. By strange, I mean a 
casual or accidental person who simply happens upon the woman's life and 
who, because of her own loneliness and desperation, is impulsively selected 
as her lover ... but all too often, as with Charles, becomes her victim. 

 CASE HISTORY 

Marcia K., age 39 Allan J., age 14 

Married at the age of twenty, Marcia K. enjoyed a reasonably normal life for 
seventeen years. In that time, she gave her husband two daughters, but she 
always secretly wanted a son. During the last few years of her marriage, the 
sexual adjustment which she and her husband had began to deteriorate and her 
husband appeared to lose interest in her. 

For a time, Marcia made a definite attempt to revive his waning interest. 
When she saw that her efforts were in vain, she accepted his outlook as a 
kind of rejection due to her becoming old and unattractive. This was hardly 
true, but she could hardly remain objective in such a situation. What Marcia 
did not realize was that while she was still an extremely attractive woman, 
her husband was actually spending most of his sexual energy on an affair 
with a twenty-three-year old secretary in his office and thus had little 
time or sexual interest left for his proper conjugal duties. 

In an attempt to adjust to her role as a rejected wife, Marcia began to take 
long walks through Cleveland, in whose northeastern residential section she 
and her husband occupied a modest house. One can see here a similarity with 
Allison, who took long walks through the woods so she would become fatigued 
enough to sleep and thus escape her problems, although as we know, 
subconsciously, she yearned to be raped and thus to have the sex she was 
otherwise denied. 

Although Marcia had been conditioned by her husband's rejection to consider 
herself anything other than an attractive woman, she nevertheless dressed 
fashionably just as a matter of habit. From time to time, as she walked, she 
observed a man looking at her with a kind of glint of admiration in his 
eyes, and this gave her a stimulus to go on living. However, no man did any 
more than look, so that she was still left with the feeling of being old and 
discarded. 

During one of her many walks, Marcia became tired and went into a little 
cafe to rest. She ordered a cup of coffee and toyed with it, smoking a 
cigarette, and then noticed a school boy sitting on the stool ahead of her 
drinking a soda. She was sure that he had turned his head away just as she 
had looked up. Glancing down at herself, Marcia saw that her legs were 
crossed in such a way as to expose a generous amount of thigh from his 
vantage point. 

Instead of the embarrassment which she would normally have felt, Marcia 
sensed a kind of elation, as well as a distinct sexual thrill. A man, even 
though a young one, was staring at her with an expression of hunger which 
assured her that she was still attractive. That was more than her husband 
had done in many a day. 

While the boy returned to his drinking, Marcia raised the skirt of her dress 
even higher to exhibit more of her thighs. Then she pretended to toy with 
her coffee cup, turning her face away to leave the boy to his own devices. 
She could see a mirror to her right, and she perceived that the boy was 
staring at her again. Keeping her head down, she uncrossed her legs with 
deliberate slowness and then recrossed them with the same casual effect. She 
knew that she was giving him an exciting display of the tops of her nylon 
hose and the bare thighs above. 

In time, when she began to feel that others were staring at her, she 
finished her coffee and got up to leave. As she passed the boy at the 
counter, he turned his head away. Marcia returned to the cafe at the same 
time the next day and went through the same routine for the same boy who sat 
on the same stool, showing exactly the same interest. 

From then on, it became a kind of predictable routine. Marcia's walk always 
ended at the same place at the same time, and the boy was always there with 
the same greedy interest showing on his handsome young face. 

For some time, this exhibitionism was enough to excite her, but soon her 
thoroughly wakened female nature demanded more. And she determined to seduce 
the boy. So, the following day, she went to the cafe as usual to put on the 
same kind of "leg show" for him. But this time, when she left the cafe, she 
waited outside. A few minutes later, the boy emerged and began to walk, and 
Marcia quickly fell into step beside him. 

When she first began to talk to him, he was nervous, as if he felt she had 
observed his interest and resented it. Consequently, she chose her words 
carefully to let him know how pleasant it was for an older woman to be 
appreciated by a nice young man. Hence before long she had melted most of 
his reserve and they were talking! quite freely. Some of his nervousness 
remained, but Marcia was certain she could cope with that. 

It was a kind of pathetic and yet miraculous transformation: the immature, 
rejected wife turned into a bold, self-assured seductress. The fact that 
Allan J. was so young, only fourteen, she learned, gave her all the 
confidence she required. She told him how a woman liked to have her legs 
admired by a young man and noticed that he was thrilled by her statement. 

The conversation was so interesting Allan didn't notice that by now they had 
reached Marcia's home. When she invited him in, he became a little 
flustered. "Don't be so shy," she laughed softly, "or is it you're afraid 
that you're going to see my legs again? Don't you like them, didn't you just 
tell me so?" 

Blushing furiously but feeling his manhood was being challenged, Allan took 
a deep breath and blurted out, "I want to see them again, honest I do!" With 
a little soft laugh of delight and anticipation, Marcia unlocked the door 
and he walked into the house ahead of her. 

Marcia's two daughters were away from home; one was at college, while the 
other was at a private high school. Hence Marcia knew she had at least two 
hours alone with Allan before her husband would return from work-ample time 
for her project. 

She invited him into the kitchen and began to make hot chocolate, and then 
she said to him, "You know, Allan, there's more to a woman than just her 
legs, which I know you were looking at. Do you know what the difference is 
between a man and a woman?" 

"Ah, a little," he stammeringly admitted, his blushes deepening. 

"Well, for one thing, a woman has breasts and a boy doesn't," she said, and 
put her hands to her titties, pressing her dress tightly over them as she 
stared intently at him. She saw him tremble, and she knew inwardly that he 
had fallen for the bait. "Then, of course, between our legs we don't have 
what you have." And now again one of her hands dropped down to the crotch of 
her dress and molded out her cunt. 

His eyes were fixed on her hand, and his trembling was even more noticeable. 

She carried the cups of hot chocolate on a tray into the living room, and 
then sat down beside him on the wide couch. "You were looking at my legs, 
but maybe you didn't know that nylon stockings make them look prettier. Let 
me show you," she said softly. Then, raising the hem of her dress well over 
her thighs to demonstrate the point, Allan observed her nylon-sheathed 
thighs and the glimpse of her panties with a garterbelt just beneath the 
waistband of them. She took one of his hands and placed his palm on her left 
stocking just above her knee. Then, with gentle pressure, she ascended his 
hand up to the end of the stocking, released it to let him go on from there. 

With a gasp, both his hands now surging forward, and trembling with passion, 
Allan found the warm white flesh above. He squeezed them both, and she gave 
him a smile of encouragement. 

He saw that her hands were busy, and he looked up again; then he gasped 
aloud as he felt the front of her dress gaping open to show the exciting 
rounds snugged by her black brassiere. He could see the inner curves of her 
white skinned titties curving into the soft narrow valley which separated 
them. Her hands moved now to the back of his neck and drew his face to her, 
and he sighed as his mouth and nose and chin were pressed into the 
intoxicating, perfumed, satiny valley. 

"You know, dear, when a boy and a girl are together like this they can do 
all sorts of nice things and have fun," she whispered suggestively. "A boy 
can kiss a girl's titties, and he can kiss her legs and what's between them 
too, you know. Would you like to do that?" 

"Oh, why, why, yes, ma'am!" he groaned. 

She could feel him trembling in her grasp and she knew this was his first 
experience. Her own body began to tremble convulsively, telling her that she 
would have the orgasm which had been so long denied her. 

Now Allan had moved his hands from her thighs to caress the cups of her bra 
and to feel the firm quivering titties yield to the pressure of his fingers. 
Her lips brushed his ear as she whispered, "Did you know that men sucked 
women's titties, especially the nipples, to make them hard and sensitive so 
that women get excited and want to be loved, Allan dear?" 

Then she began to pull her dress down her arms, and Allan recoiled to make 
it easier for her. Standing up before him, she dragged the dress completely 
off and stood there while he stared at the thrilling beauty of a mature 
woman clad only in her bra, panties, garterbelt and nylon hose. She could 
see beads of perspiration glisten on his forehead. 

Then she seized both his wrists and reached behind her, letting his hands 
press and rub her bottom. He grew bolder, and drew his left hand forward and 
around to explore the forbidden area where her panties snugged under her 
belly and right against her crotch, and Marcia opened her legs a little 
wider to give him total access. 

She felt the lips of her pussy twitch with anticipation, and again the 
trembling began in her ripe, lush body. She unhooked her bra, while he still 
continued to fondle her pussy and bottom, and then removed the bra and let 
it fall to the floor. Her titties began to jiggle above him; she put one 
hand under his chin and lifted his face so that he could see them. 

With a little cry, he lifted his face still more, taking one of her nipples 
in his mouth while his left hand fondled her other breast. 

He didn't protest when she began to undress htm, nor did she stop until he 
was naked except for his socks. To her delight, his prick was somewhat 
larger than she had expected, and it was fully erect. Fondling it, she began 
to think how wonderful it would be to have it working inside her cunt with 
the boy thrusting above her, mounted on her in his first act of fucking. 

He wouldn't be quite so reluctant as her husband, oh no! He would be panting 
with excitement, she would feel his sweat trickle into her body, and all 
these images which preoccupied her began to make her shudder with an 
overwhelming desire. 

"Won't you take my panties off, Allan dear?" she whispered. 

"You mean I can? Oh, gosh!" he blurted, staring at her with widened eyes. 

"Of course I do," she smiled encouragingly. "Go ahead, darling." 

She felt his trembling fingers draw the nylon sheath down slowly over her 
bottom and past her thighs. Then he let them drop till they festooned her 
pump shod feet, and when she stepped out of them, she spread her legs widely 
to let him see the first cunt he had ever seen exposed. His hand was eager 
as he explored that furry crevice, and she whispered to him, "That's it, 
darling, it's very sensitive there and girls like to be petted and loved 
there. Run your finger all around the lips. Oh, that's lovely! Now put it 
inside, just a little. Mmm, that's just lovely, Allan!" 

His touches, amateurish though they were, filled her with a furious desire 
and she could wait no longer. "Now I want to take your cock right into my 
pussy, and show you how thrilling that can be for you," she exclaimed. Then, 
lying back on the couch, she drew her legs apart and raised her knees. He 
saw her pussy open and he shuddered furiously. "Don't be afraid, just move 
forward on your knees and put it into me slowly, darling. I'll help," she 
urged. Then she could feel the firm tip of his prick pressing against the 
lips for a moment, and then enter between them. It was heavenly! Locking her 
arms around him as he sank down atop her, she held him tightly for a moment 
and then raised her body to rub it against him. 

She lay back and panted, "Now fuck me, shove it in and out but not too fast, 
try to make it last all you can and it will be so lovely for you, Allan!" He 
began to obey, gaining confidence at this total surrender. She felt her 
passions bubbling up inside of her, and suddenly she cried out in ecstasy as 
orgasm swept over her. He gasped and looked at her fearfully, afraid that he 
had hurt her. But after she had regained her breath, she whispered, "Oh, 
it's just wonderful. You made me so happy. You're such a man!" And she saw 
him smile and draw a deep breath at this testimonial to his young manhood. 

To her amazement, he hadn't come, so she invited him. "Come, do it again, do 
it until you have the same sort of lovely feeling when it comes all out of 
you, Allan!" Now, because of his greater confidence, he was able to thrust 
deeply and vigorously like a true man, and before long he began to jerk and 
writhe and then cried out as she felt his spunk jet into her. She locked her 
arms and legs tightly round him, crushing him to her as she felt the torrent 
lash her womb. 

After she had gone to the bathroom and come back, they talked for quite a 
while until she knew that she must have a repeat performance. Since he had 
shown more interest in her bottom than in any other portion of her anatomy 
except of course her cunt, Marcia knelt up on the couch with her full round 
bottomcheeks arched and her thighs widely spread. 

"Play with me, darling, use your finger all over," she instructed. 

A few minutes later, as she reached behind her, she felt that his cock was 
hard enough again to give her what she needed. "You can put it in from 
behind, just the way you are, you know," she told him. "Put your hands on my 
belly and move yourself up against my bottom, darling. That's it, now feel 
with your great big cock for my lovely little pussy!" 

A few moments later, he had thrust into her, and his hands squeezed and 
rubbed her belly as he knelt up straight and began to fuck her again. 

It was even more glorious this time, and Marcia kept crying out in 
passionate delight as she felt and heard his belly smack her thrusting 
bottomcheeks with each jab. She had her orgasm long before he did, and this 
time he wasn't afraid of her cries because he knew what they meant and felt 
proud at being able to draw them from her. 

She felt him collapse against her as his body throbbed and his prick 
vibrated in the second jet, and she knew that their intimacy was over for 
the day. 

Before they dressed, she told him what a great lover he was and how what he 
had done had given her more pleasure than she had ever known before. He went 
home very proud and confident, dreaming of their future meetings. 

These future meetings were frequent, indeed. Hardly a day passed without 
Allan and Marcia making passionate love, as she taught him everything she 
knew, while he in turn proved to be an eager student. In a short time, Allan 
discovered every erogenous zone of her body and knew how to work her up to a 
furious passion. When he found that his prick couldn't become sufficiently 
hard to give her what she desired at certain times, he used his fingers and 
his lips and tongue till she cried out in her ecstasy. 

And then one afternoon a harsh, cynical laugh from outside the bedroom door 
froze them both. As he glanced around in terror and felt his prick go limp 
inside Marcia's cunt, Allan stared into the mocking, flushed face of the 
husband who had slipped silently into the house and caught them both in the 
act of fucking. 

"So now you're playing the kindergarten circuit, are you, Marcia?" he 
taunted his wife. Allan knelt up, his face flushed, but man enough to be 
willing to defend Marcia, even if it meant a beating for himself. But 
Marcia's husband had no intention of beating either one. He was content to 
revile them both and to taunt his wife on Allan's immaturity, the small size 
of his prick and what a comic view it was to see a naked full-grown woman 
and a boy lying together and trying to fuck. 

Allan began to dress, his face burning with fury at these taunting insults. 
Marcia lay sobbing in shame on the bed and Allan knew how foolish he 
appeared, a boy acting like a man to give a husband a source for such 
obscene amusement. 

He left the house and never saw Marcia again, nor did she make any attempt 
to find him. In due time, his shattering experience was forgotten, and his 
desire for pussy returned. She had taught him very well, indeed. However, 
finding another mature woman was dangerous, and he didn't want to take the 
risk of being discovered by a husband and mocked at again. 

Allan was now fifteen and girls of his own age seemed to be the only proper 
solution. It wasn't long before his abilities in seduction sufficed to win a 
girl his own age. He took her behind a screen of bushes in the park out in 
the suburbs of Cleveland, undressed her and fingered and tongued and kissed 
her until she was practically swooning, and confidently stripped the panties 
away from her firm young body. Then his mouth sucked her cunt, and she 
eagerly straddled her thighs, whimpering in pain as his prick thrust through 
her cherry. Then she began to understand some of the joy of being a woman 
and she fucked back furiously. 

This affair continued for a few months until the girl came to him and told 
him that she was pregnant. Shortly after that she disappeared from town, and 
he never saw her again. 

Allan had a guilt feeling when he thought of the suffering he had caused the 
girl who had been so generous to him and yet who had to face the shame and 
pain of pregnancy alone. Hence he avoided girls for a while, jacking off 
with his hand and dreaming about older women as a kind of sublimation. 

However, this was not too effective and so he began to go out with girls 
again. He was able to seduce a few, but their nervousness deprived him of 
the real pleasure he sought from women who were confident, self-assured as 
Marcia had been, and uninhibited in their passions. Finally, when he was 
sixteen, Allan quit high school, left home and went to New York. Here he 
found a job as a helper on a truck and spent most of his spare time in 
Greenwich Village. He soon discovered that there were many mature and older 
women who came regularly to this Bohemian area seeking young men who could 
give them what their business-minded jaded husbands couldn't. 

So his first experience there was with a woman in her late forties, who took 
him to a swanky hotel, took off her mink, removed her specially designed 
corselette and offered her flabby body to him. She was hardly beautiful, as 
her bosom, belly, thighs and bottom were rather fatty, but her maturity was 
the stimulation which he needed. 

He stripped hurriedly, his cock already erect. She knelt down, took his 
prick into her mouth. In her eagerness, she held back her desire to be 
fucked by him as she kept on sucking him until he finally spent into her 
mouth. After she had drained him, she began to whimper for satisfaction. 
Allan, knowing what he knew from Marcia's teaching, led her to the bed, made 
her he on her back, parted her thighs and gamahuched her until she had 
orgasmed. After she left the room, Allan found an envelope on top of his 
clothes, with two ten-dollar bills in it. So the next time a woman attempted 
to pick him up in Greenwich Village, he hinted he needed money to live. 
Again there was another exchange of money, and Allan had begun his career as 
a male prostitute. In time he moved away from this area and took an 
apartment on Park Avenue. By then he had established a string of wealthy 
dowagers so that he was earning more money than he could spend. As I write 
these lines, he is still a prostitute, but in spite of his relative wealth, 
he is far from happy-which of course is not surprising. 

As a skillful lover, Allan perhaps could have been very happy in his 
relationships with women, but now he never will be. Sexual intercourse and 
its variations were his only talent. Once he had made a career of this, all 
enjoyment and spontaneity had vanished, and it became simply a livelihood. 

Within the past six months, I personally know that Allan has begun to 
attempt homosexuality. He has taken both passive and active roles in 
Frenching, buggering, and he finds a degree of satisfaction, he tells me, 
that has been lacking in his relationships with women. 

Yet at the same time, as is also inevitable, the pleasure he has from 
relations with men is counterbalanced by feelings of shame and guilt after 
each such experience. 

Only a few months ago he came to me for treatment after he had tried to kill 
himself and failed. He is continuing treatment, but he has a kind of death 
wish, and I have the fatalistic feeling that one day he will achieve his 
ends before I can undo the results of his early seduction by the older 
woman. 

We see that again Marcia's needs took paramount importance, and she did not 
know enough about her boy lover's psyche or the influence she would have 
upon him. Thus here again we see the danger of what the female seductress 
can do to a pliable and perhaps amoral youth. 

 CASE HISTORY 

June A-, age 42 Jack age 13 

Jack W. came from a large family in Erie, Pennsylvania, who were in the 
lower economic stratum of that city. When still a very young boy, he learned 
to earn money for himself by performing chores, like cutting grass and 
shoveling snow for residents of the more prosperous district about two miles 
from his house. 

It was in this way he met June A., who at the age of forty-two was 
undergoing a drastic personality change. Perhaps it was the effect of the 
menopause-I do not know since at the time I had not met her. but the fact 
was that her children had grown up and left home, and her husband, who was a 
prominent attorney, was far too busy with his work to find time for normal 
sexual activity with her. 

June had become aware of a sexual restlessness and disappointment, but she 
hadn't thought of doing anything specific about it. As a consequence, she 
devoted more and more of her time to reading and painting in watercolors in 
an attempt to take her mind off her feverish desire for sexual fulfillment. 

One July afternoon she was undressing to take a shower, since she had spent 
hours painting in the garden and it had been a hot day. The boy had been 
mowing the spacious lawn and tending the flowers. 

As she glanced in the mirror in front of her, June was startled to see a 
face peering into the opening where the drapes of her bedroom window failed 
to meet. At once she began to shiver with excitement. She knew that she 
wouldn't draw the drapes or let the boy know that she was in any way aware 
of his presence at the window. 

As she had already removed her dress, she kept her back to the window as she 
slowly pushed her half-slip down her amply rounded hips and let it fall at 
her feet. 

Because she had been at home all day, June hadn't worn a girdle. Bending 
down from the waist, she knew that he could see her round full bottomcheeks 
straining against the filmy nylon panties. 

Then, smiling to herself, she began to slide the panties down. When her bare 
bottom had been half-exposed to his view, she jerked them up tight again, 
smoothed her hands over the gauzy material, and walked out of the room. 

A moment later, she opened the back door of the house and called to the boy. 
Jack hurried to answer, and she saw a look of mingled excitement and 
nervousness on his face as she peered from behind the door. "Come in," she 
told him. He seemed even more nervous when he obeyed, and his eyes widened 
as he stared at her voluptuous figure and the scanty attire of brassiere and 
panties. 

"I saw you peeping at me through the window, you naughty boy," she teased. 
"That's why I called you. You might just as well come inside and have a good 
look for yourself." 

Jack's face reddened, and it was obvious that he was torn between the desire 
to stare at her and the urge to run. But before he could do anything, she 
took him by the hand and led him into her bedroom, where she carefully 
closed the drapes. "Have you ever seen a girl like this before, Jack?" she 
asked. When he shook his head, June began to guide his hands over the cups 
of her bra and then her pantie-sheathed bottom and finally over the tight 
crotch of them so that he could feel her cunt. Before long, she observed 
with delight, he had lost his nervousness. 

While he stood between her straddled legs as she sat on the edge of the bed, 
she took off her bra and let him play with her naked titties. As his hands 
clutched them and fondled them eagerly, she unfastened his pants and pulled 
them and his shorts down. To her delight, his prick was fully erect. At 
first he called out, "Oh no-don't touch it-oh please, you mustn't, ma'am!" 
as her hand began to fondle it. But then he closed his eyes and shivered, 
and it was clear that he had begun to enjoy the touch of a woman's fingers 
on his throbbing prick. 

When she was afraid that he might go off and spend in her hand, she let go 
of him, slid up and told him, "Kneel down and take my panties off." 

As he drew her panties down below her pubic hair, she arched herself towards 
him and she watched his mouth gape in surprise and his eyes dilate with 
wonder. 

Stepping out of the panties, she worked smoothly and efficiently as she 
stripped him stark naked. Then, telling him to kneel between her legs again, 
she fell back on the bed, parted her thighs, and put her fingers to her 
pussy lips and opened them. 

Then, drawing him onto the bed with her, June pressed him down on the bed on 
his back and knelt astride him. Lowering herself, she felt her pussy rubbing 
his face and watched him squirm nervously under her, blushing violently. "I 
want you to put your mouth on my pussy, darling, and kiss me," she murmured. 
"Don't be afraid, I want you to. It'll be ever so nice, and I'll do 
something nice for you in return." 

He began, nervously, but the mere sensation of a boy's lips on her eager 
cunt was heaven for her. Then she instructed him how to put his tongue into 
her pussy and to find her clitoris. 

But even though she felt the surge of desire coming upon her, she couldn't 
wait any longer to feel his cock inside her. So she stretched out on the bed 
and told him, "Get over me and put your cock right where you kissed me, 
Jack!" 

A few moments later, his stiff little tool was inside her cunt and he was 
arching up and down on her voluptuous, opulent body. Naturally, it being his 
first time and he so young, he spent very quickly and she was unable to come 
to orgasm. 

When he rolled off her, she took one of her hands in his, drew it to her 
squirming cunt and began to rub his fingers against herself until she at 
last had release. 

After that day, June often took the boy into her bedroom where both stripped 
naked for a lengthy orgy which included gamahuching, Frenching and once, to 
satisfy her own curiosity, buggering. She knelt on the bed while he stood 
behind her, and at her directions opened the cheeks of her behind, prodded 
his tool against her anus and pushed inside. 

Four months after he had been thus initiated into the wonderful world of 
adult sex, Jack found himself alone and thwarted, because June and her 
husband went to Europe on an extended vacation. 

During the first few weeks of that vacation, he masturbated frequently, but 
it gave him hardly the kind of satisfaction he wanted. And so, one evening, 
when fog and darkness fell over a vacant lot used as a short cut from the 
bus stop, Jack moved quickly from behind a bush and put his hand over the 
startled mouth of a twelve-year-old girl. 

Dragging her down to the ground, he muttered, "I've got a knife, and I'll 
stick it into you if you make a sound!" A few moments later, the girl was 
kneeling in fear as he stripped off her panties and exposed her nubile milky 
bottomcheeks. 

Remembering how he had enjoyed buggering June, he thrust his cock against 
her bottom until he finally forced an opening with his prick into her 
asshole. She cried out once, but he showed her his pocket knife and warned 
her he would use it. 

Hence, terrified, the girl submitted. As he neared his climax, his hands 
gripped her belly and drew her silky bottom back against him as he spent 
deep into her bowels. 

Cramming his limp prick back into his pants, he warned her to stay where she 
was for at least five minutes. A minute later, as he was running furiously 
away, he heard her cries. But this time he was lucky and escaped. When he 
read the story in the newspaper the next day, he discovered that he had 
found a new thrill. 

There would be no more masturbation, Jack promised himself. From then on, he 
would find girls and take what he wanted from them. In the next month, he 
attacked three more times, and three girls were buggered. Only one of them 
reported her attack to the police, however. 

Thus his confidence swelled, and Jack decided to look for bigger game. 
Trembling little girls had been fun, but now he wanted a mature woman 
kneeling in terror as she thrust out her big full bottomcheeks to him to be 
buggered. 

He found this new victim in a shabby part of town as she got off a bus and 
began to walk along a path beside the railroad tracks. Hurrying past her, he 
took up his position behind a tree and waited for her to reach him in the 
darkness far from the nearest building. 

She gasped when she saw his knife held in front of her face, but she made no 
sound when he threatened to kill her. A few moments later, she was holding 
her skirt up above her waist while he pulled the heavy girdle down her 
thighs to stare at her big bottom. Her behind was bigger than June's, even a 
little softer, as he squeezed and rubbed the cheeks for awhile before he 
ordered her to kneel down. 

When she found out what he intended to do, she panted, "Oh don't, don't do 
it that way-oh please put it in my pussy, but not there!" Jack refused. 
Although the woman shivered with fear, she didn't resist, as he thrust his 
erect prick into her asshole and began to pump back and forth. He worked 
slowly, his belly rubbing against her big full bottomcheeks at the end of 
each thrust. By pacing himself, he prolonged the act for a long time before 
at last he thrust to the hilt inside her with a groan, and shot his spunk 
inside her. 

His next victim was a Negress in her late thirties. She too was ripe of 
body, and the novelty of her arched, chocolate-brown bottom globes provided 
an additional facet of enjoyment. Before he stuck his prick into her, he 
opened the front of her dress, unfastened her bra, and exposed her big round 
firm titties. He toyed with them for a long time, pinching the nipples till 
they grew firm. 

When she told him that he had her all excited and begged him to put it into 
her cunt instead of her asshole, Jack at last broke his rule. Feeling for 
her pussy with his hand, he found it warm and moist. He felt her body 
tremble as his fingers probed inside of her before he reached with his other 
hand to grab hold of his now aching prick and guided it to the proper path. 

He was just beginning to thrust it in when the Negress turned and caught him 
completely by surprise. Her heavy hand thrashed against his face again and 
again, and by the time she stopped hitting him, he was barely conscious. 
Rolling him onto his back, she knelt on his arms, holding him helpless. He 
stared up at her big bottom as it began to descend toward him, and it 
stopped just as it was about to brush his face. 

Then without warning, she urinated into his face. He heard her laugh and he 
closed his mouth much too late to avoid her excretion. It seemed endless. 

Still laughing softly, she pressed her cunt against his face and rubbed. 
Moving a little, she pressed her asshole over his nose and threatened to 
suffocate him as she pressed down harder. 

She got up at last, but she wasn't finished with him. Smiling, she pulled 
his pants and shorts down and began toying with his prick which had suddenly 
become limp. Showing him the knife she had taken away from him, she held his 
prick in one hand and threatened to cut it off if he didn't do just what she 
told him to do. 

As he lay on his back, she began to jack him off. 

Before long, his prick became hard and he felt his spunk dribble out. But 
even then she wasn't finished with him. Sweating over him, she began to 
defecate on his belly and cock. When she had finished, she used the tail of 
his shirt to wipe herself, then pulled his pants and shorts up. "So you like 
an asshole, boy?" she smirked. "Well that's what they're for. How do you 
like it this time?" 

She put her foot on his belly and rubbed, and then walked quickly away, 
leaving him nauseated and horrified. 

This atrociously unexpected experience kept him at home so that he made no 
more sexual forays. But in time his need grew again and he returned to his 
activities. This time he trapped a middle-aged woman and buggered her after 
he had taken precautions that she wouldn't again catch him off guard. After 
spending in her bowels, he remembered how the Negress had shamed him. He 
wanted revenge. So since he felt the need to piss, he moved back and sprayed 
his urine over her bottom while she sobbed and wept. 

Four nights later, he struck again. This time as he tugged at the girdle of 
a middle-aged woman, she began to scream. He had struck her just once with 
his knife when he heard running footsteps. Leaving his knife sticking in her 
back, he broke and ran but was soon caught. The woman recovered from a minor 
flesh wound, and Jack was placed in an institution for disturbed juveniles. 

He was released at the age of eighteen as apparently cured, and he was able 
to wait almost a month before he attempted forcible rape and sodomy again. 
The method of attack was exactly the same that he had used before. The 
police recognized it, and picked him up later that night at home. While he 
was held in custody in the local jail that night, Jack tore his shirt into 
strips, made a rope and hanged himself. 

Once again we can see the danger of the seduction of a boy by a mature woman 
when she has no knowledge whatsoever of his character or mental outlook. The 
poverty of his home, the Spartan regimen of his life, had made him quell all 
sexual fantasies. June's sudden sexual generosity liberated him, it was 
true, but it also liberated all the dark urges and the hidden desires which 
he had been forced to suppress. It is true that she could not have known 
this. But she might have thought more carefully before seducing a boy so 
young from such an impoverished family where the feelings of guilt and fear 
and shame are the most prevalent when it comes to an outlook on sex. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

SADO-MASOCHISM IN YOUNG MALE CONQUESTS 

There are, it is true, no simple areas in the entire spectrum of sexual 
behavior, particularly where fore-puberty and just-past puberty boys and 
girls are concerned, but the most confusing of all is certainly that 
involving sado-masochism. A simple spanking which parent or relative may 
administer as immediate and impulsive punishment for such a simple offense 
as, for example, a temper tantrum or perhaps a broken dish incurred while 
scuffling, may actually trigger a sexual response in the child so that long 
after the tears have passed and the bottom's sting has subsided into a not 
unpleasant tingle, a sexual awareness remains. 

We know, to be sure, the classic illustration of Jean-Jacques Rousseau, the 
great French philosopher of the French Revolutionary era, who confessed in 
his memoirs that when his governess Mademoiselle Lambercier spanked him with 
her slipper, he had an erection and thereafter tried his best to get her to 
spank him again so that this delicious feeling of lustful submission could 
be repeated. That is precisely what we mean when we say that often the 
simple spanking may lead to far more complex ramifications. 

It is also true that this sexual awareness may lie dormant for some years, 
only again to be brought to the surface by an incident well after puberty, 
or very often, at some time after maturity has been reached. 

This is not to say that corporal punishment, or spanking, as we generally 
term it, is always destructive or dangerous; far from it. Most children who 
are spanked for naughtiness develop into perfectly normally adjusted adults 
who may or may not employ the very same methods of chastisement when it 
comes to their own children's misdeeds. 

But what is generally not recognized, is that there are many instances where 
spankings which appear to be administered as direct punishment are really 
performed as a sexual act by a person who is motivated by a spanking fetish. 
This is why we understand that many parents hesitate to apply corporal 
punishment, perhaps because they are sophisticated enough in our sexually 
emancipated era to realize that they can have erotic arousal. A father who, 
for instance, turns his sixteen-year-old daughter over his lap, pulls up her 
skirt and pulls down her panties to administer a spanking for insolence or 
staying out well past curfew or even for drinking alcohol or experimenting 
with marijuana, may have the best motives in the world for trying to 
straighten her out and prevent her from making terrible social blunders. And 
yet the excitement that is certain to be aroused when he sees her naked 
bottom rub and wriggle under his hand, when he hears her tearful cries, when 
he has the aura of sensual submisssion even from his own flesh and blood, 
may have terrible dangers inherent for him as well as for the girl. Just so 
with a mother and her son, for both may become aroused thereby. 

We also know that in Victorian England, there were many houses where men and 
women alike would pay a handsome fee to watch young boys and girls being 
spanked, caned or given the birch or a leather sole on their bare bottoms by 
a naked woman, or a woman clad in leather. This was a fetish. In such 
houses, such as Mrs. Theresa Berkeley's (she was the famous inventress of 
the "Berkeley horse" on which a girl could be stretched in many different 
lascivious positions for whipping), paying customers could themselves 
administer the whippings and follow up these whippings by sodomizing or 
ravishing the helpless young victims, or requesting the latter to perform 
frenching or gamahuching, on them, depending on whether they were men or 
women. 

There were other establishments which catered entirely to the masochists who 
could find sexual fulfillment only after being whipped by a strong-armed 
woman until they shrieked for mercy and groveled at her feet. 

With the passing of the years, many of these illicit and commercial houses 
passed from the scene, but this is not at all to say that human interest in 
this form of sexual stimulation has diminished. Quite the contrary; in 
today's times when books and magazines with copious and clinical 
illustrations are being disseminated throughout the land, there is today an 
even greater interest in sado-masochistic activities. 

It is, according to some psychiatrists, the most popular perversion in this 
century. There are tabloid newspapers and magazines devoted entirely to the 
subject of whipping and spanking and corporal punishment, including 
correspondence columns through which persons having this interest may 
contact one another. 

So it is no wonder then that many children become the unwilling victims of 
adults who actually are sexually roused by the strong urge to administer 
corporal punishment. The psychiatrists will tell you also that the one 
problem such sadists have in joining clubs is that those who are masochistic 
lend themselves eagerly as victims. But the sadist does not wish the victim 
to enjoy himself or herself. Even if he or she should be aroused in 
chastising the bared bottom of a willing adult who pretends reluctance at 
being spanked or flogged, one can only imagine how much more gratifying it 
would be for a sadist to have complete domination over a child so that he or 
she can at will, have the young bottom, see the tears of painful 
anticipation and the blushes of mortification, hear the entreaties and sobs 
and tears for mercy, while applying the hairbrush, the hand, the sole and 
the strap. 

This nation has very high statistics in the court records of prosecutions 
for child beating. In almost every such case, the parent or relative 
concerned will testify that it was only corporal punishment as a 
chastisement for a sin committed by the child and was therefore justified, 
but the frequency with which convictions are registered indicate that the 
court is not convinced after it has witnessed the evidence. 

From the victim's viewpoint, the actual pain of the spanking or whipping is 
only the beginning. 

Greater harm ensues when the sexual manifestation of the punishment is such 
that the child cannot fail to perceive it. For an example, let us consider a 
male or female child lying over the lap of a male sadist and feeling an 
erect prick throbbing against the victim's bared belly. The child obviously 
must realize that something more than punishment is involved. Then there is 
another example of an adult who fondles and pats the naked bottom while 
spanking, orders the victim to assume various poses which will put his or 
her bottomcheeks into even lewder display, or who, between strokes or 
spanks, may even fondle the pussy of the girl or the prick of the boy 
undergoing punishment. 

There is still another example concerning the woman who takes a boy over her 
lap for a spanking and who first raises her dress and slip so that he not 
only sees but lies over either her bare thighs or her tightly drawn sheer 
nylon hose. The proximity of his prick to her upper thighs is something that 
cannot escape him and will make a profound impression on an already 
impressionable mind. 

If during the squirming and wriggling he displays while he is being 
punished, he achieves a hard-on or is otherwise erotically roused, it cannot 
be considered surprising if in later life he develops a penchant for 
spanking, whether it be as a spanker himself or again as the victim who 
yearns to be punished and to suffer. 

You think this is far fetched? Then let me assure you that my own 
case-history files are overloaded with actual dossiers of adults who have 
sought my own psychiatric attention to cure the desire to spank or be 
spanked. And without any exception, my close questioning indicates that, in 
their childhood, they experienced instances of spanking which had overt 
sexual overtones. 

To illustrate my point, let me give you a few of the many case histories in 
my files. Each will show you clearly how an early exposure to sexually 
orientated spankings implanted in the victim an unnatural and lascivious 
interest in the theme of corporal punishment. These will be restricted to 
instances involving a male child and a female adult, since this theme is in 
exact conformity with the main subject matter of this book. 

 CASE HISTORY 

Corry T- 

The successful industrialist, Corry T., aged thirty-eight, was referred to 
me by a marriage counselor. He had been separated from his wife and children 
(who were aged eight and six) for five months and divorce action was 
pending. When Corry T. came to see me, he was completely frank and he 
explained how his wife had caught him wearing a pair of her nylon panties 
while spanking their naked six-year-old son. He had a hard-on at the time, 
and she saw that as well. 

After he had told me all the details of his adult life, I changed the course 
of my investigation back to his childhood to determine why he had sexual 
arousal in spanking his own children. It was not especially difficult to 
know where to search for the heart of the problem, since he admitted he had 
spanked his children since they turned the age of three and that, whenever 
his wife wasn't there, he would put on a pair of her panties. Then after the 
spanking had been administered, he would masturbate by rubbing his cock 
through the nylon while staring at the reddened buttocks of the girl or boy 
who lay sobbing on the bed. 

His own first experience with spanking was when he was about six, when he 
was the only child of fairly well-to-do parents who had hired a governess to 
take care of him. At that age, the governess who had originally cared for 
him from birth left the employ of his parents and another woman was hired to 
replace her. Young Corry received his first spanking two days after she came 
upon the scene. Pointing out some flaw in his conduct, the woman took him to 
her room and lectured him long and harshly on his improprieties. After she 
had finished lecturing him, she stripped him naked, then, while he waited in 
terrible apprehension, she pulled her dress up to the waist, so that he was 
able to see the tops of her stockings, her bare thighs and her panties which 
concealed her cunt. Then, sitting on the bed, she pulled the naked boy onto 
her bare thighs and began to pat his behind lightly as she continued to 
scold him. Despite his fears, he became aware that she had positioned him so 
that his prick pressed against her right thigh just above her stocking. 

Then she applied the first spank, and he felt her big hand cup the cheek of 
his bottom and hold onto it after the spank. She turned to the other cheek 
and the same thing happened. It was a lengthy but totally unhurried 
spanking. When it was over, he was obliged to lie on his stomach while the 
woman remained in the room. Through his tears, he became vaguely aware that 
his governess had removed her panties and was kneeling astride him. 

Though he didn't understand at the time what she was doing, he later 
realized that while she patted his bottom with one hand, she inserted a 
finger to her cunt in the other and frigged herself until she had climaxed. 

The woman spanked him frequently after that, and each time there was a 
similar ritual going far beyond the mere act of corporal discipline. During 
his third such spanking, Corry T. informed me, his governess wore only bra 
and panties, so that she was fascinated by the appearance of her opulently 
developed body in this brief attire. 

The next few spankings involved the same degree of scanty attire for her and 
nakedness for him. It advanced a final step a week later when, before 
undressing him for the regular spanking, his governess stripped naked before 
him. And for the first time in his life, the young boy stared at her naked 
titties, bottomcheeks and the hairy slit of her cunt. After she had stripped 
him, she sat on the edge of the bed, her thighs yawningly apart, and had him 
kneel down between them to get a lecture. 

While she scolded him, one of her fingers played inside her pussy. She began 
to breathe deeply, then pulled him up, forced him over her lap, and began to 
spank him harder than she ever had before. When she finished, she reached 
between their bodies and frigged herself off before releasing him. 

He innocently solved his problem by telling his mother how the governess 
spanked him and what she did beside spanking his bare bottom. Horrified, his 
mother demanded more details from the woman herself, and later that evening 
he heard raised voices. When he awoke the next morning, the governess was 
gone. 

There were no more spankings, and before long Corry naturally forgot about 
the woman who had subjected him to such pain and humiliation. For a number 
of years after that, his childhood was completely normal in every respect. 
However, one day, when he was about fourteen, he found himself alone in the 
house. Passing the maid's room, he noticed a pair of black nylon panties 
lying on her bed. 

Acting entirely on impulse, he tiptoed into the room and picked them up. As 
he crushed them in his hands, he felt the softness of the material, and a 
shiver of voluptuous excitement stirred in his being. He hurried back to his 
room with them, stripped naked and put the panties on. They were an 
extremely tight fit, and he could see the shape of his erect prick clearly 
through the nylon. 

Without planning it, he turned his back to the mirror, bent over a little 
and spanked himself. He liked the feeling and so he did it again. Looking 
back over his shoulder, he slowly slipped the panties down to expose his 
bottom. When he saw the faint pink flesh, he became more excited than ever, 
and began to spank his own bare bottom just as hard as he could. 

While he spanked, he scolded himself for being naughty, and the voice he 
used was that of the maid. In his fantasy, he was lying over her lap and she 
wore only her panties, her body warm and smooth under him. 

He spanked until his hand was tired and his bottomcheeks were bright red. 
Then, as passion seized him, he stopped and began to jack off. He wanted to 
keep the panties on and jack off by rubbing his prick through them. But 
because he was afraid the maid would find out what had happened to the 
garment, he didn't dare go that far. As his spunk shot across the floor of 
his room, Corry T. clutched one stinging bottomcheek with his other hand and 
felt the warmth. A few days later he slipped into the maid's room again and 
this time stole a pair of panties which he intended to keep. Once again he 
went through the ritual of spanking himself until both his bottomcheeks were 
a hot, angry red. Then, pulling the nylon panties up tight, he rubbed his 
prick through them until his punk gushed out. When he had a chance, he 
rinsed out the panties and hid them away for future use, and after that 
spanked himself at every opportunity. 

His fantasies were alternated so that on one occasion he would be receiving 
a spanking from the maid, and on the other he himself would be spanking a 
naughty child. But invariably both sets of fantasies and spankings ended 
with his jacking off. Throughout the years of adolescent and young-male 
courtship, he tried to interest his girlfriends in spanking and being 
spanked, but none showed any interest. A few even thought he was depraved or 
"queer," so soon he stopped trying to introduce the subject in his contacts 
with them. 

When he got married, he kept his penchant for spanking a secret from his 
young wife and they lived together quite happily. Often when he was alone, 
however, Corry T. would strip naked, take a pair of his wife's panties and 
repeat this childhood ritual of self-punishment and frigging off. 

After his children were born, he encouraged his wife to spank them for 
naughtiness and showed her books which tried to prove that spanking was the 
best form of discipline in the uprearing of children. 

Although he didn't spank the children himself, he made a point of being 
present when his wife did it. But soon, just watching wasn't enough; it was 
vital that he take a more active role. 

And from the very first time that he spanked one of his own children, he 
discovered the thrill he had guessed would be there. While his wife was at 
home, he spanked them only mildly and was careful to make certain that she 
didn't notice how big a hard-on he got almost the moment he took the child 
over his lap. Later, he found as many opportunities as possible to spank his 
children when his wife was out. And in such spankings, he would strip naked, 
put on the nylon panties, and spank the boy or girl hard. 

After the spanking, he would fondle the heated bare bottom while he 
masturbated in his panties. When his wife finally caught him, she threatened 
to report him to the police. As a compromise, he agreed to leave the house 
and not come back. It was at this point that the marriage counselor referred 
him to me for treatment. 

His wife was quite understanding and agreed not to go ahead with the divorce 
proceedings, pending the outcome of treatment. For a while it seemed that 
understanding the reason for his problem would help Corry T. overcome it. 
After about a month, he returned home, having assured both his wife and me 
that he was a healthy normal man. Unhappily, just a week later his wife 
caught him jacking off again in nylon panties while fondling the freshly 
spanked buttocks of the girl. 

They are divorced now, and Corry T. spends as much time as he can seeking 
for some mate who will share his interest in spanking. Thus we can see how 
the accidental and unfortunate entry of a sadistic and probably fetishistic 
governess into his house when he was only a six-year-old boy corrupted and 
diverted his entire life. 

 CASE HISTORY Carl L. 

Carl L.'s parents firmly adhered to the theory of keeping their children 
shuttered from the influence of other children in the little Connecticut 
village where they lived. The result was that the boy spent most of his time 
playing with his sister and female cousin, both of whom were about six years 
older than himself. 

Inevitably, one of the girls' favorite games was playing house. Occasionally 
they would let him play the role of the father, but almost invariably he was 
called upon to play the baby. Carl resented the role, but he found that if 
he wanted to play with them, he had to accept it. When he was only four and 
his sister and cousin ten, they decided that from time to time the baby 
should be spanked. Carl angrily protested, but when they offered to take off 
their bloomers and let him look at their pussies and play with them, he 
readily agreed. The unused barn behind the house provided an ideal locale 
for their games. Almost daily, Carl would have his pants taken down by one 
or both of the girls, and would then go over the lap of the "mother" of the 
moment to have his bare behind spanked. 

The two girls never spanked him very hard, but they always scolded in a 
motherly way. After the spanking, both girls would fondle his cock and 
balls, and then when he indignantly demanded his rights, would raise their 
skirts and allow him to take down their bloomers. 

He was only moderately interested in their pussies, which of course were 
tiny and undeveloped, but he never tired of watching and rubbing their 
chubby little bottoms. What he liked best was to rub his face against the 
satiny cheeks of their behinds and even learned to kiss the tempting globes. 
In time, as the girls grew older and developed other friends and interests, 
this game of house was quite forgotten. But the impressionable boy retained 
the memory, as we shall see. 

One day, when Carl was about fourteen, he went to call for his boyfriend to 
come out and play. As he walked toward the back door of his friend's house, 
he suddenly pricked up his ears when he heard the distinct sound of 
slapping, the characteristic sound of a hand making impact on bare flesh. As 
he told me recently, he could still recall clearly the feeling of excitement 
which swept over him as he halted beside the bedroom window from which the 
sound was coming. He heard the crying and pleading of his friend's 
twelve-year-old sister and he would have given anything, he told me, to see 
her being spanked on her naked behind. 

Growing bolder because of the desire which seized him, he finally moved 
closer to the window and peeked around the side of the curtain. And there, 
in the bedroom, the mother sat on the edge of the bed with the girl lying 
kicking and squirming across the maternal lap. The girl's skirts were tossed 
high over her back, her panties were rumpled down around her knees, and her 
mother's hand fell again and again all over the plump bare bottomcheeks 
which by now were a brilliant red shade and bouncing and jiggling wildly 
over the impact of the spanks. 

Disregarding the danger he ran of being caught, Carl stayed at the window, 
all agog till the spanking ended and the girl was allowed to pull up her 
panties and weepingly leave the room. Then he walked around to the back 
door, and, after a brief pause was about to knock on it when it opened, and 
the mother looked at him with a strange expression. She told him that Harry, 
his friend, was away at the time but that he should come in and wait. A 
moment later, the woman sent her still tearful daughter to the store, a trip 
which would take at least an hour because the store was at the far end of 
this little Connecticut village. 

No sooner was the boy alone in the house with the woman than the latter 
confronted him with the accusation that he had been listening outside the 
window while she spanked her daughter Phyllis, and he shamefacedly admitted 
this was so. 

"Tell me now, I'll bet you did more than listen, young man," the mothr said 
severely. "I'll bet you looked into the room and watched Phyllis getting her 
bottom tanned, didn't you?" 

When he nodded, getting redder than ever, she said with a curious smile, 
"Well, you seem extremely interested in spanking, young man. Perhaps I ought 
to take you into the bedroom and give you a good one." 

Carl told me that to his own surprise as well as the woman's he suddenly 
blurted out, "Yes, please!" Before he could change his mind, Harry's mother 
was leading him to the very room where she had just spanked Phyllis. In 
complete control of the situation, she sat down on the bed and began to 
unfasten his pants. When they dropped to his feet, she began to lower his 
shorts. His face burned with embarrassment at the thought that she would see 
his cock and balls, but his excitement was now such that nothing mattered 
than soon he would be lying over her lap, exactly as Phyllis had been, 
receiving a good sound spanking on his naked bottom. 

The woman paused for a moment as she saw the size of his hard-on. Then, 
touching it lightly with one hand, she drew him down over her lap. Scolding 
him in a warm voice that was little more than a whisper, she patted his 
behind lightly for a little while, and then suddenly delivered a stinging 
slap. Once she had begun, she spanked with increasing fury, and Carl was 
soon crying and kicking his feet as his behind seemed on fire. Yet, as he 
told me, "I didn't want her to stop, ever!" 

When she finally did, she stood him between her legs, holding him with one 
hand and rubbing his burning bottom as she talked to him. In answer to her 
questions, he told her about the game he used to play as a child and how he 
had never actually been thoroughly spanked. When he got to the part of how 
the girls would reward him for taking his spanking, Harry's mother laughed 
and then stood up in front of him. She slowly turned her back, lifted the 
hem of her skirt and slip and lofted them above the waistband of her 
panties. Smiling over her shoulder she said to him, "Well, since I spanked 
you, you may as well collect your reward this time too, Carl dear." 

Nervously, Carl pulled down her panties and stared in awe at the 
magnificence of the mature, naked quivering bottom. Then quickly he began to 
rub his face against the ripe cheeks, covering them with kisses. As he 
kissed, the woman bent a little more, and with one hand opened up the globes 
of her behind. Carl guessed what she wanted, and his next kiss was applied 
to her asshole. As she wriggled with passion, he kissed even more ardently. 
Just about that time, as he told me, they heard Harry coming into the house 
and the mother quickly replaced her clothes. She whispered to him, "On 
Saturday morning I'll send Harry and Phyllis away on an errand that will 
keep them away until well past lunch time. And if you want another spanking 
and want to see me all bare-naked, you come here about nine o'clock!" 

Carl counted every minute of the two days that remained until Saturday, and 
he got up very early. Hurrying toward the house, he stopped short of it and 
hid behind a clump of trees until he saw the boy and girl leave. The moment 
they were out of sight, he knocked on the door and the smiling j woman 
welcomed him. They went at once into the bedroom where she removed her dress 
and slip. Under it, she wore a brassiere, panties, garterbelt and silk 
stockings, and Carl began to tremble at the sight of her. 

Without wasting any time, Harry's mother turned on a stern look and said, 
"You've been a very naughty boy, and you're going to get a good sound 
spanking on your bare behind. Now take your shirt off and come to me!" 

As he did so, she continued to scold him and then took down his pants 
herself, waiting for him to step out of them before she pulled down his 
shorts as well. When she did this his stiff prick jiggled excitedly. She 
took it in her hand boldly and caressed it in a gentle frigging motion. He 
said to me, "You know, she used the pad of her thumb just above my scrotum, 
and moved it back and forth up to the tip, over the lips, and then back 
again, and even down over my balls. It made my cock throb like anything." 

As she saw the tears in his eyes, the woman sensed that he was just dying to 
receive a spanking, so she ordered him to lie down over her thighs "with 
your naughty bare ass up so I can spank it good and hard till you learn your 
lesson, Carl!" 

Carl obeyed quickly. Though he was already sobbing and pleading with her not 
to spank him, they both knew that he wanted it more than anything else in 
the world. Again her palm began to land solidly on his naked seat, and as he 
writhed, his erect prick rubbed against her bare thigh. She kept spanking 
till both his bottomcheeks were a beet red, and between spanks she scolded 
and kept reminding him of the color of his bottom: "And how do you like 
that, you naughty boy? And that-and that one too! I'm going to spank that 
bare ass of yours until it catches fire ... take that and that! My, Carl, 
you should see how red your big ass is ... but it's going to be even redder 
before I'm finished with you. You're going to get spanked as you never have 
before. Every inch of your bare ass is going to be flaming red, and this is 
going to help it, and this one too!" 

When the lengthy spanking and monologue had ended, Harry's mother had him 
stand between her legs. As he watched, she unhooked the catch of her bra and 
let it fall to the floor. His eyes widened as he stared at the fully 
developed titties with their dark, stiff nipples. A moment later, she was 
rubbing his inflamed behind with both hands as he sucked each nipple in 
turn, gasping as he felt them harden and throb in his mouth. 

"Now you can take my panties off, right off, and then you know what to do," 
she whispered. He didn't need a second invitation. He lowered her panties 
and then began to caress and kiss her behind. 

This time, however, Harry's mother knelt on the bed with her bottom arched 
up towards him. Without waiting for her to do so, he put his hands to the 
globes, yawned them apart, then pressed his mouth against her asshole. As he 
kissed it, he felt her shuddering with an excitement that matched his own, 
and heard her moans of passion which he instinctively understood. At last 
she pulled herself away from him and turned over on the bed onto her back. 
"Kiss me here, Carl," she panted as she put thumb and forefinger to her 
pussy and parted the lips, "lick me until I come! Lick my pussy good and 
hard or I'll give you another spanking!" 

Pressing her face between her parted creamy thighs, Carl began to mouth her 
cunt. He wanted to bury himself, he explained to me, into the sweet warmth 
with that strange, tangy odor. Before long, her thighs were rubbing his face 
excitedly and she was coming towards the point of love-gush. After she had 
caught her breath when the climax was over, she explained it all to him. 

"Do you want to fuck me now, darling?" she asked. As he told me, he didn't 
really understand what she meant by that term, till she explained it to him. 
"Come Ue on top of me and I'll help you. You put your prick into my cunt, 
darling, just where you've kissed, and then you push it in and out until we 
both come. Now do it, and I'll help you," she explained. 

As he mounted over her, he reached under her to clutch her bottomcheeks, 
squeezing them deliciously. By accident one of his fingers crept into her 
asshole, and she began to wriggle and groan in a way that made it even more 
exciting for him. All too soon, he felt himself spurting into her cunt, and 
collapsed on her as she held him and whispered, "That was lovely, oh how 
nicely you fucked me, you wicked boy! I'm going to have to spank you harder 
the next time so you can fuck me even longer, dear." 

Later, Harry's mother and he talked of the many exciting things men and 
women could do together, and she planned to have him come every Saturday 
morning. These meetings went on for more than four years, Carl told me, 
until her husband found a better job in Schenectady, and so she was obliged 
to move and leave him for good. 

But of course by then Carl's tastes had been fully developed, and his 
natural reaction was to find a girl who could satisfy him. Soon he found one 
that was willing to give all that she had, and she was not only lovely but 
also uninhibited. But when he asked her to spank him, she laughed and said, 
"Oh for heaven's sake, Carl, stop all that nonsense and just fuck me before 
I get angry with you!" 

To his dismay, he felt his prick growing limp. He fumbled a little, rubbed 
himself against her, but the girl pulled up her panties and started off in 
disgust, saying, "I never want to see a queer like you again!" 

He made other attempts with other girls after that, but it invariably had 
the same result. The girl would be horrified at the suggestion or she would 
simply giggle and give him a few light taps on the bottom, but that wasn't 
enough, hardly enough to give him a hard-on. When he began to earn money on 
a job, he was going to the nearest city each time he could afford it and 
hire a whore after he had first explained to her what he needed and become 
certain that she would give him a good sound spanking. Of course, after the 
spanking, he was able to maintain a tremendous hard-on and could fuck 
gloriously. 

Each time he had relief in this way, Carl found a temporary enjoyment. But 
after it passed, the feeling of guilt and shame of consorting with a whore 
came over him and his confidence began to wane even more. What Carl really 
wanted was a wife who would understand his needs and take care of them. 

Finally, on his next trip to the city, he found a whore in her early forties 
who, after the shock of hearing him propose marriage, decided it was exactly 
the kind of insurance she needed. They discussed it at length and were 
married a month later. Carl and his wife went to live in a town of New 
Jersey where they were not known, and at last Carl decided he had worked 
everything out to perfection. But that perfection lasted less than seven 
weeks. By then, his wife had begun to take advantage of the situation. 
Besides working at his regular job, Carl came home to find himself doing the 
housework as well. Since she relished the dominant role, the woman would 
thrash him more frequently and even more severely than he wanted. Instead of 
a simple handspanking, she assembled a collection of paddles, straps and 
switches, and she took pleasure in making him dance in agony as she whipped 
him around the house until he gamahuched her. 

Only rarely did she permit him to fuck her. Usually after she had her come 
when he gamahuched her, she would pick up a switch and lash him while she 
ordered him to jack off in front of her. 

Less than a year after this marriage, Carl drove his car into a viaduct, and 
the report of the coroner was accidental death. Having consulted with him a 
few years prior to that tragic accident, I shall never be convinced that it 
was anything but suicide. My belief is that the car didn't go out of control 
at all, as the coroner's report stated, and that the accident was either 
conscious or subconscious suicide. My feeling is that poor Carl had a death 
wish because he discovered that even after he had achieved what he believed 
to be a dream-fulfillment, it fell far short of his ecstatic hopes. Thus we 
see that the female seductress-Harry's mother-warped him for natural 
intercourse by being more interested in her own spanking fetish than 
realizing it could boomerang and cause one in his own psyche which would 
render him impotent unless spanking was always a natural and associative 
part of fucking. This is what they call a pathological fetish, and its 
dangers are readily apparent when we understand the tragedy of Carl L. 

 CASE HISTORY 

George C 

George C. was only fifteen when he discovered the excitement of spanking. He 
was playing in the attic of his home in Springfield, Illinois one afternoon 
when he happened to look out through the small triangular window. Through 
the bedroom window opposite, he heard the sound of a scolding voice. 

Looking closely through the dusty pane, he saw Marcella, the 
thirteen-year-old girl who lived next door, standing in front of her father 
with her head bowed and an expression of anguish and suffering on her face. 

With a shudder of excitement, the boy saw the girl begin to undress. His 
heart began to pound wildly as she continued to take off her clothes until 
she stood absolutely naked in front of the father, and George just couldn't 
believe his good fortune. 

Seconds later, he saw the father seize the girl by the elbow, drag her 
across his lap, put his left arm around her waist, and tuck her in closely 
to him, rubbing his right palm over her shrinking bare milky bottomcheeks, 
and then begin to spank her. 

The sound of the sharp spanks and the girl's cries came through the windows 
clearly, especially after George raised his an inch or two. As he looked 
through the crack, he saw the redness of her naked bottom and thrilled at 
the sight of her squirming, kicking, and weaving as the father went on 
spanking and scolding. Finally, the punishment ended, and Marcella picked up 
her clothes and stumbled out of the room, her reddened naked bottomcheeks 
jiggling with every step. 

George was just about to turn away from the window when he suddenly stood 
petrified at what he saw. The father was standing and had taken out his 
prick which was far more erect and bigger than George had ever seen or 
imagined, even more so than his own. 

While he watched, the man began to jack off. Quickly, George took his own 
stiffened prick out and began to imitate the father. George saw the man give 
his prick a final squeeze and then watched as the white, viscous spunk shot 
across the room. A moment later, the boy also ejaculated, but as usual he 
put his left hand over his cock to catch it so as not to make a mess. 

He had, as we know, initiated himself in the thrill of onanism long before. 
Later, he tried to understand what had happened. Though he himself had never 
been spanked, he understood that many children were and that they considered 
it a rather inevitable although painful method of punishment. 

But all this had been changed for him in this one sudden and unexpected 
vision he had seen. There was something in the way about Marcella's father's 
forcing her to strip naked and the look of excitement on the man's face as 
he had spanked her. 

And then too, after Marcella had left the room, the father had taken out his 
prick and it was very hard. George reasoned that spanking the girl had made 
it that way for the man. Hence, from that moment forth, the boy looked on 
spanking not as a form of punishment, but as something extremely exciting. 
And he made up his mind that before long, he would find a chance to try to 
spank a girl and learn for himself the mystic pleasures attendant on this 
unusual game. 

A few days later, with the urge to spank a girl still strong in his mind, 
George watched his own fourteen-year-old sister Alice and Marcella vanish 
into his sister's room as they so often did. 

Previously, he had been only mildly curious about what they did there when 
his parents were out of the house. But now a look of excitement came over 
his face as he realized that what they were doing could give him just the 
excuse he needed to spank a girl. 

Hurrying outside to call to Alice that he would be gone for an hour or two, 
George scrambled around to the back of the house and quickly and noiselessly 
climbed a tree near his sister's window. The blind had been drawn, but not 
all the way. 

Through the opening under it, he saw a writhing mass of naked flesh on the 
bed, as the two girls were beginning to play lesbian games. He didn't wait 
to see anymore, but got down from the tree and crept quietly back into the 
house. 

Since he wore gym shoes, he was able to tiptoe silently to his sister's door 
and to push it open without making a sound. He caught Marcella and Alice 
naked in the act. Marcella had her hand between Alice's bare thighs, while 
Alice was cupping Marcella's titties in both hands; the two girls were 
kissing ardently. 

"Well now, you two, this is real nice," he told them as they shrank back on 
the bed and uttered a cry of shame. "You'll really have some explaining to 
do when I tell dad and mom and Marcella's father what I found you doing!" 

"Oh no, you wouldn't!" Alice wailed. 

"I sure would. And you, Marcella, it wasn't long ago that you got a real 
tanning from your father, and I saw, yes I did, from the attic window. I saw 
you had to take off all your clothes and go over your father's lap, and I 
saw how you got your big bottom smacked until it was awfully red and how you 
cried and carried on so." 

"Oh, you nasty horrid boy, you're just too mean for anything!" Marcella 
wailed, one arm huddling over her titties, the other palm clapped over her 
pussy as she drew her knees up to her young breasts and tried to make 
herself small and invisible on the bed. 

"That may be so, and sticks and stones may hurt my bones but names won't 
hurt me at all. But you two are going to get a real thrashing, you watch and 
see," he jeered. 

Both embarrassed naked girls begged and pleaded with him until at last 
George triumphantly said, "All right, maybe I won't tell. But you can't get 
away with this without getting punished, and you know it. So if each one of 
you will let me spank you on the bare behind, I'll keep my mouth shut, and 
that's a promise." 

There was a storm of protest, but before very long, seeing that he meant 
exactly what he said, and dreading a parental spanking far more than what he 
could do to them, Alice was first to volunteer. Stark naked, she lay across 
his lap with her bare pink-skinned seat upturned, his left arm against her 
bare waist and his right hand coming down hard on her plump round 
bottomcheeks. And in spite of her crying and kicking, he spanked until both 
of the cheeks were a vivid pink. 

Marcella was next and she submitted almost without protest or complaint. She 
had tasted not only her father's hand but also his belt and she knew that 
George's hand wasn't going to hurt her that much. However, before the boy 
finished, Marcella was crying quite satisfactorily, as far as he was 
concerned. 

After he had finished the spanking and left the room, George went into the 
bathroom, his stiff prick in his right hand, and was beginning to jack off 
when he heard a knock at the door. Alice called to him. 

Sticking his prick back into his pants, he opened the door and looked into 
the faces of two naked and very confident-looking girls. They had just 
compared notes and come up with a plan to get revenge. For one thing they 
would tell about how he had peeked while Marcella was being spanked by her 
father. In addition to that, they would both swear that George had put his 
hand up Marcella's skirt and tried to pull her panties down. Then it would 
be he who would be spanked. 

Realizing that the testimony of two would outnumber his own and that Alice 
was a very convincing liar who had got away with a great deal in the past, 
George saw no choice but to let them spank him. 

They led him back into the bedroom, and in a matter of minutes, he was 
naked. One of them fondled him and felt his prick and balls, giggling about 
what they found, and discussing it. Alice took him over her lap for the 
first spanking, and though it hurt more than he expected, George felt a 
strange sense of excitement even while the tears rolled down his face. 

When it was Marcella's turn, she spanked him even harder, and George really 
cried out this time. But just as the smacks stung more than during Alice's 
punishment, his erotic arousal was even greater. 

Marcella at last allowed him to get up, and then both girls stared at his 
hard-on. Then they began to discuss how a boy differed from a girl, and 
before long they were frigging themselves with their fingers and then 
frigging each other, while George watched with his mouth agape. 

When they finished, each girl took turns jacking off his prick until 
finally, with Marcella holding it, he spurted, his semen spattering on his 
sister's titties and belly. 

It was soon time for George's parents to come back home, so all three got 
dressed. In the days that followed, George tried to interest both girls in a 
return performance, but they both refused. They had satisfied their 
curiosity and they saw nothing pleasant about the idea of spanking or being 
spanked. 

But this fetish had its indelible imprint on George's mind and he just had 
to be spanked again. Ideally, it ought to be a mature woman who would do it 
to him if only he could find some way to arrange it. 

By the time summer vacation arrived, he was still burning with a desire to 
be spanked, but the outlook for it was more bleak than ever. His parents had 
decided that he would spend the summer on the farm owned by their friends. 
He believed that if he couldn't find anyone in town to spank him, there was 
even less chance of finding someone at an isolated farm where no one except 
those friends knew him at all. So he left for his vacation with a very heavy 
heart. 

But a few days after his arrival, his joy knew no bounds as the woman of the 
house, whom he called Aunt Nellie, concluded a scolding of her 
eleven-year-old daughter Joyce by dragging her roughly by the wrist into her 
bedroom. 

A few moments later, George heard the clear distinct sounds of a hand 
spanking a bare girlish bottom. At once he got a hard-on. Since his friend 
Tom and the boy's father were out finishing the chores, there was no one to 
disturb George's enjoyment of what was going on. 

He tiptoed to the bedroom and listened. There was a small crack in the hinge 
side of the door which allowed him a narrow view of the bedroom. Through it, 
he could see Joyce kicking her legs, but he couldn't quite see her bottom 
nor could he see the hand coming down on it. 

He was so absorbed in this punishment that he almost forgot to move away 
when it ended. Hearing footsteps, he rushed back into the kitchen just a few 
moments ahead of Aunt Nellie and hoped that she hadn't caught him peeking. 

He still had a hard-on, so he kept his hands in front of him and hoped that 
the strange look his aunt was giving him was merely in his imagination. 
Feeling the surge of excitement in his cock, he thought how horrified the 
woman would be if she knew how it had come about. 

"Haven't you ever been spanked, George?" she asked in a very quiet and 
strange voice. 

"No," he answered quickly. He wanted to say more. He wanted to tell about 
his interest, but he didn't know how. 

"You seem extremely interested in it," she pursued. 

"Tell me what it's like," he blurted, and at once blushed at the enormity 
and audacity of what he had just said. 

Her voice grew calmer now, and softer, and she described in detail how she 
had removed Joyce's clothes to expose the girl's bottom, draped her across 
her lap and spanked until both cheeks of that lovely bottom were a vivid 
red. 

"It really stings a lot, you know," she went on. "Doesn't that frighten you, 
George?" 

"I-I don't know," he lamely replied. 

The others returned to the house so the subject was dropped. George had a 
great deal of trouble getting to sleep that night, so much so that he wasn't 
able to find repose until he jacked off while he tried to imagine the sounds 
of the spanking he had heard earlier. 

The next morning after breakfast, Aunt Nellie asked if she could have George 
do some chores around the house in the morning. The husband agreed, and took 
the boy Tom out into the fields with him. 

George sensed that something was going to happen, but he didn't yet dare to 
believe that his dream was about to be realized. But when Joyce was sent 
over to the next farm to play with her girlfriend and stay there for lunch, 
he really began to feel excited. Either that or Aunt Nellie was going to 
give him the dickens for being so interested in Joyce's spanking. 

But as soon as they were alone together, the woman took him by the arm. 
There was a strange expression on her face as she began to walk him into her 
bedroom. 

"Now then, George," she said as she sat down on the edge of the bed, "we 
might just as well get down to business." 

He couldn't control his trembling, and he didn't even try. Her soft hand was 
against his waist, drawing him even closer to her as she sat. 

A few minutes later, he felt her unbuckling his belt and dragging down the 
zipper of his pants. They fell to his feet, and his stiff prick poked at the 
front of his shorts. A moment later, his prick was liberated as the woman 
tugged down his shorts and began to rub his asscheeks with a light, exciting 
and very rapid movement. 

"I'm going to turn you over my lap now, George," she said in the same 
strange husky voice, "and give you a hard spanking on your naked ass. It's 
going to burn and make you cry. Are you afraid? Tell me!" As she spoke, both 
her hands cupped and squeezed his naked cheeks. 

"Oh yes!" he almost sobbed. It was what he had longed for and yet now that 
it was about to happen, he really was afraid. 

"That's good," she laughed softly. "A boy ought to be afraid when he's about 
to be turned over a woman's lap for a naked-ass spanking." 

With this, she released her hold on him, arched herself up on the bed, and 
jerked her dress high above her thighs. As he glanced down, George saw long 
shapely thighs with the tabs of a garter belt holding her nylon hose taut in 
an unwrinkled caress. 

Then her hands lowered him across her thighs, and he shivered as he felt her 
bare thighs against his naked belly. She adjusted him so that the tip of his 
prick rubbed against one thigh, his bottom well arched up to her right. 

Then, wrapping her left arm around his waist, she patted his bare behind a 
few times, then raised her hand high. It came down in a stinging spank which 
drew a little gasp from him. Even as he felt the warmth creep through his 
behind, her hand came down again. 

The long-awaited spanking was underway, and there was no turning back. As 
Joyce's mother spanked him with the same measured cadence, he could hear the 
deep breathing above the sounds of his own sobs and groans and cries. And 
under him, he could feel the warm, naked woman flesh and the soft nylon as 
he wriggled under the stinging spanks, his belly and prick rubbing and 
sending more hot flashes through him than the spanking itself was doing. 

Finally, it was over. Her hand rubbed and comforted his flaming bottom, 
pressing him even more tightly against her body. He went on sobbing awhile, 
but even while he sobbed, George knew that he had just experienced the 
greatest ecstasy of his young life. He loved the spanking; he would want it 
repeated again and again and again. 

Yes, he told himself, he would be glad if she'd decide to spank him all over 
again. He looked up at her and smiled through tear-blurred eyes, and she 
gave him a strange smile and murmured, "I knew that you were enjoying it. 
And I know also that you're going to enjoy spanking me on my bare behind." 

He uttered a gasp, his body stiffening as he realized what she had just 
said. The thought of spanking the bare bottom of a fully grown woman was 
something he hadn't even dreamed of. But it was to be much more than a 
daydream. 

When she stood him on his feet, she rose before him, her eyes humid and 
misty, slowly lifting her dress up to her thighs. This time, in addition to 
her nylon-sheathed legs, he saw filmy white nylon panties, snug around her 
behind, tight against her cunt. 

"Well, George, are you going to spank me or are you afraid to look at a 
woman's bare behind?" she taunted. 

With trembling hands, he began to pull down her panties. His movements were 
awkward, but he at last managed to drop them to her knees. Then, remembering 
how she had done with him, he sat down on the edge of the bed, drew her 
slowly over his naked lap, adjusting her. As she moved her body, the 
smoothness of her naked flesh rubbed over the heat of his prick and caused 
him to shudder with new waves of lust. 

Her lush white milky bottom was uparched in lascivious invitation. Raising 
his right land, he slapped one cheek and felt an exciting shudder in that 
long satiny flesh yielding to his hand. 

His hand came down on the other cheek, and he heard her sob, and it was more 
in passion than in pain. The faint pink flush on her naked white skin grew 
in intensity as he spanked with growing confidence while she bucked and 
twisted and wriggled over his lap, the movements of her body, making his 
hard-on almost intolerable. 

Then there was a break in the pattern of her crying after a little while, 
and it took a few moments before George could make out what she was saying. 

"N-now ... now. Give it to me, George!" 

It was too much. Vaguely, he knew what she meant, but it was something he 
had never thought about or experienced. Yet, the words that came 
incoherently and sobbingly out of her panting mouth made him shudder with 
excitement. 

She slid off his lap, and then they tumbled onto the bed together. Her legs 
yawned wide apart, and he stared at the furry, moist cunthole. Her arms 
tugged him impatiently, until at last he found himself lying between her 
straddled thighs, her hand guiding the stiff, aching manhood of him towards 
her moist snatch. 

Then he was inside of her; his prick was enveloped in the tight warmth. Just 
as soon as he began to move himself backwards and forwards, Aunt Nellie 
wrapped her arms around him, arched her body up on the bed and moaned and 
sobbed as she had her come. 

He instinctively pressed himself against her and waited until the storm 
subsided. He felt her body rock with passion, felt the muscles of her 
cuntwalls grip his deliciously trapped prick, and then felt the soft juice 
of her come laving his aching tool. 

When her breathing became reasonably normal, he drew his prick almost all 
the way out, then pushed it back slowly and evenly, until their bellies 
rubbed together. 

As passion maddened him, he began to lose control and knew that he was about 
to spurt. Digging in feverishly, he drove in to the hilt in a single last 
final thrust and felt himself burst into her in what felt like torrents. 

Collapsing on the woman, he was still resting, his breath coming in great 
gasps, when the door was pushed open and he heard the husband begin to 
shout. 

What followed was a kind of blackout in George's mind, as he later told me. 
There was a long walk across the yard to the barn. There he and Aunt Nellie 
were tied belly to belly, facing each other, their wrists tied over their 
heads to a heavy beam. 

For a long time, they were left alone there together while they waited for 
the man to take his revenge. Each tried to comfort the other, but their 
words faultered and then trailed off; and they swayed there, groaning, 
concentrating only on their own individual fears of what was to follow. 

When the husband returned, more than an hour later, he was drunk, and there 
was a piece of leather harness strap dangling from his right hand. He began 
to curse vilely, and then to lash both of them with the strap. 

Although he screamed in pain, George was stunned to realize that his prick 
had become hard again under the painful thrashing. Despite the fact that his 
cheeks were raw from the whipping, he was more aware of the delicious 
sensations as his prick rubbed against the belly and the pussyfur of the 
woman to whom he was tied. 

Just before the lashing ended and the man stumbled out of the barn, George 
felt his entire body stiffen, then explode as his spunk splattered against 
Aunt Nellie's loins and belly. 

When he was finally untied, he had learned that pain and pleasure were 
inseparable. Yet despite that cruel experience, George remained at the farm 
for the rest of the summer. Even though the husband kept a close watch on 
his wife, the boy and the woman managed a few more delicious sessions of 
spanking and fucking in the woods far from the barn. Twice more they were 
discovered, and twice more George was tied up in the barn and whipped. The 
first time, he maintained a hard-on throughout his lashing, and jacked off 
as soon as he was alone. The second time, he actually spurted his essence 
while the man was thrashing him. 

What, you may ask, causes such a reaction in a boy of this tender age who is 
so singularly initiated into sexual activity? There is no set answer. 
However, since I know exactly what has happened to George who is now 
twenty-eight years of age, I may be able to clarify the questions you have 
about him. 

As he grew, the urge to be whipped grew with him. After he had finished high 
school, he went to work. Through the correspondence columns of specialized 
tabloid papers, he began to write letters to others who shared his interest 
in the joys of whipping and spanking. When he was twenty-five, he married a 
woman twenty-three years old whom he met during a meeting of a spanking club 
at a country cottage during a weekend orgy. He and his wife are now active 
participants and they spend their spare time traveling to various cities all 
over the United States where they meet people whom they first became 
acquainted with through correspondence. 

You may ask what the future holds for them. I cannot hazard a guess. At 
present they seem ideally happy, but theirs is not exactly the type of 
secure marriage which seems destined to last despite all adversities. 
Marriage requires strong bonds of love and compassion; theirs seems to be 
held together by their communal interest in pain, suffering and the sensual 
and sexual aspects of corporal punishment. Such a marriage can dissolve 
tomorrow, or, singularly, it can last indefinitely. 

But at best, George, thanks to his introduction into sex with pain, has been 
channeled into a path which is insecure and mysteriously complicated, and 
where he will find few of the compensations that are to be procured in the 
conventional marriage which has home, children and a stake in the community 
as the ultimate goal. 

Decidedly, he has been warped so that he cannot have sexual intercourse 
without the ecstasy of the whip, either giving or receiving it. This is an 
extremely rare case, for usually one is a sadist or a masochist, but not 
both. Yet George's conditioning, as we have seen, included both the active 
and the passive roles. Perhaps because of this, so long as he can find 
gratification with his wife, the marriage may last. If it should fail, we 
can point back to his early initiation and say that his emotional 
instability-which of course could not be calculated at that time-was what 
destroyed him. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

THE EFFECT OF INCEST 

Incest has a particularly ugly connotation in our society. When we think of 
it, we conjure up the idea of sexual relations within an immediate tamily 
unit. For instance, between father and daughter, mother and son, sister and 
brother. The accuracy of this definition is a matter of religious 
orientation rather than a medico-legal one. Incest is one of the strictest 
of our taboos, but if we were to study ancient history, we should discover 
that it had a more economic than moral motivation. For example, in the early 
era before civilization as we know it, tribes who tried to protect 
themselves against the wild beasts and enemy tribes, attempted to gain 
strength by alliances with their friendlier neighbors. In order to achieve 
this liaison, it was necessary for them to offer the young men of the other 
tribe the most attractive young females. If, as often happened, the father 
or patriarch of this tribe should have sexual relations with his own 
daughters, they would be of no interest to the young men of the other tribe, 
having been damaged and used. Thus it was that the young men and the elders 
ordained that incest should be punishable, sometimes by death or by 
banishment outside the tribe, which was equivalent to death in those 
prehistoric times. 

But for the purpose of this chapter of this book, we shall accept the 
general definition of incest as pertaining to fucking that takes place 
between members of related family units. 

When adult females seduce boys, we understand the motivation. However, when 
there is a blood relationship, or even one through marriage, then the 
connotation which adds incest to the seduction has an even more tremendous 
psychological effect, as we shall see by some of the cases from my own 
practice. 

There can be no doubt that relatives and near kin have the greatest 
opportunity of seducing young males and females, since they have constant 
access to them, are accepted without question, and are at once on a more 
intimate plane than a stranger, teacher or governess might be. A son is 
brought up to revere his mother, to look upon her as the epitome of 
womanhood. The aunt who becomes both friend and relative is equally adored 
by the young boy. 

A study of court records of the largest cities in the United States reveals 
that incest is a prevalent and recurrent crime-for such it is defined by the 
court. Most of these incestuous cases involve male adults who force nieces, 
cousins or daughters to fuck them. But most people do not think that adult 
females seduce young male relatives, and so are not conscious of the 
incestuous cases which often arise. My file of cases in which I have been 
called to consult or have been the chief psychiatrist indicates very clearly 
that there may be even more of this type of pairing than between the adult 
male and the female child. 

There is a readily obvious reason, to begin with, why seduction by the 
female of the young male is not quite so well known and publicized. When a 
young female child is forced into sex by an adult male, there is invariably 
physical damage and bleeding caused her tender young pussy. Discovery can be 
expected, and legal prosecution follows unless family pride conceals the 
situation. The State of Illinois, for example, prosecuted no fewer than 
fifteen formally arraigned cases of father-daughter rape in 1960. However, 
it is very difficult to detect the crime of incest when an adult female 
seduces a boy. The boy experiences pleasure, and in most instances has no 
desire to end the opportunity of experiencing it again by revealing what has 
happened, if the boy is beyond the age of puberty and capable of 
intellectual reasoning. 

I think that in this regard a few of the outstandingly complex cases which 
have come to my attention will serve to illustrate the dangers of the 
effects of incest in the seduction by a mature female on a child or 
adolescent male. 

 CASE HISTORY 

Henry O. and His Mother, Margaret 

Until he was fourteen, Henry O. had lived a completely normal life as the 
only son of Margaret and James O. The O.'s were a closely knit family, so 
that the boy was constantly showered with attention and affection. But then 
tragedy struck, and James O. died in an automobile accident when a drunken 
college student swerved onto the wrong side of the highway. For a few days, 
Margaret was kept under sedation while Henry wept constantly and tried to 
understand why his father, who had always loved him and been so kind to him, 
would never be alive again. 

James' mother had come to live with them during the sorrowful preparations 
for the funeral and the period of readjustment, and when this was over, 
Margaret insisted that the mother-in-law leave so that she and her son could 
resume their old routines and life could go on. 

When first they were alone, the atmosphere was indeed a strange one. Each 
tried to comfort the other, but words were not enough. Once it had been a 
warm, happy household; suddenly life was empty and there seemed to be no way 
to change it. The evening after the funeral dragged on and seemed to last 
forever. At last, in desperation, Margaret suggested that they both go to 
bed and try to sleep. 

But when she glanced at Henry's face, she knew that sleep was out of the 
question for him. She then suggested that he sleep in her bed, to which he 
eagerly agreed, since he had always been afraid of sleeping alone in the 
darkness of his room, and particularly on this night when the house seemed 
more empty and gloomy than ever before. 

Margaret undressed in the bathroom and, out of habit, put on one of her 
sheer nylon nighties. She was already in bed when the boy crept into the 
room, wearing his pajamas. Climbing into bed, he nestled in her arms and 
closed his eyes. The warmth of her body as she held him was just the comfort 
he needed, and he fell asleep. Margaret could not stay awake much longer and 
as she began to drift into unconsciousness, she forgot that the body next to 
hers was that of her son. It was alive, warm, and she snuggled close to him. 
In time she closed her eyes and fell asleep. 

At some time during the night, Margaret awoke with a sense of sensuous 
excitement sweeping over her. In the normal movements of sleep, moving this 
way and that, the nightie had been hiked up and her body was bared. Against 
the plump, round, milky cheeks she felt the hard, demanding thrust of a 
stiff male prick ... something which had happened many times before with her 
husband beside her. Hence, with a sleepy, happy smile, she spread her 
thighs, her back still turned toward the male. 

Not until the body behind her pressed closer and a small, stiff prick pushed 
against her cunt did she realize what was happening. With horror she 
realized that this wasn't her husband at all. He was dead, and this was 
their own fourteen-year-old son who was trying to fuck her. 

She stifled her own scream with her hand, as she felt Henry's prong press 
between the lips of her pussy. His lean body was hard and eager against her 
bottomcheeks, as he pushed forward. 

In her mind, the terrible feeling of guilt and shame and even abhorrence 
told her this was wrong, sinful ... but her body demanded it and overrode 
the command of her mind. Her bottomcheeks began to rub back and forth 
against the quivering boy's young body which was pressed against her as his 
small prick moved rapidly in and out of her cunt. 

Perhaps by instinct, or perhaps even by accident, the young cock had brushed 
Margaret's clitoris, so the sensation built quickly within her. She began to 
shudder and then she came, just as she felt the spurt of his gism, and felt 
him panting and gasping as he experienced his first ejaculation inside a 
female cunthole. 

Later, when the feeling came over her that she wanted to close her eyes and 
weep over the shame of what she had done, Margaret sensed that her son 
needed comfort. Quickly she turned to him and folded him in her arms, 
whispering words of endearment. By now he was so trussed up that she felt 
the warmth of his limp prick against her belly, while his face pressed 
against her titties. Not till he had fallen asleep did Margaret allow 
herself to think of what had passed between them. Yes, of course it was 
terribly wrong, she knew, but she excused it on the grounds of shock and the 
terrible bereavement which her husband's death had thrust upon them. She 
promised herself it wouldn't happen again. 

Nor did it-until the very next night. They had been sitting in the living 
room together, trying to find things to talk about. It became clear to 
Margaret that the boy wanted to talk about what had happened last night, but 
didn't dare bring up the topic. Margaret herself introduced it. 

"Henry, I know you're wondering-well, about what happened. It was natural, 
but it shouldn't have happened. You see, darling, I'm your mother and you're 
my son, and it's wrong for us to do what we did. Our bodies didn't know 
this, because we were both so tired and sad over your father's death. I woke 
up, and was so dazed and drowsy with sleep, and then I felt your cock in my 
pussy. Your father did that all the time, and that was our life together. 
And when I felt this last night, it was almost as if your father were back, 
alive, with us, waking me up and telling me how much he wanted me. That's 
how it happened. You see, dear, your body was young and strong, and that's 
why your cock was so stiff. You were up against me and you felt my flesh, 
and it was instinct that did it." 

Henry listened to her raptly and began to ask her questions, which she 
answered candidly and unashamedly. In self-defense, she tried. She knew that 
he had acted in complete innocence. To tell him now about incest would, she 
believed, be to fill his mind with a guilt he did not deserve. 

It grew late, and soon they were walking into her bedroom together again. 
This time, they undressed together, and she told herself she was doing it 
only to take his mind off his father's death. Yet before long, she was so 
sexually aroused that she would have not been able to stop it even had she 
wanted to do so. 

Now she guided him into position atop her body, spread apart her thighs, and 
with her own hands took hold of his prick and fitted it into her cunt. His 
male instinct was strong, and soon he was fucking her with all the 
confidence of a mature man. She groaned and sobbed, and soon felt her body 
stiffen, and then she felt the molten gush of her girl-come. It was even 
more exquisite than the night before. 

This time, no apologies were offered, and Margaret felt little sense of 
guilt as she locked her arms around him and both fell immediately into a 
deep sleep. 

Before many days were over, the mother and son were passionate lovers. What 
would have happened if the affair had continued into the boy's manhood will 
never be known. One morning, neighbors called the police For the past two 
days they had not seen either the mother or the son, and there seemed to be 
no light showing. The police broke into the house and found the two bodies 
naked in the mother's bed. The coroner's jury found that both had died by 
taking poison, but no verdict was given because they could not possibly 
decide whether both had done it of their own volition, or whether the mother 
had given it to her son and then to herself. 

I, however, did not share the opinion of the jury. Just two weeks before the 
deaths which the coroner's jury recorded as a probable double suicide, 
Margaret O. came to my office without an appointment. I saw that she was 
obviously troubled, and rearranged my schedule to talk to her. 

It was most impressive to me then, as she told me what had happened to 
herself and her son, that it was not treatment that she wanted, but rather 
to make her final confession. I tried to hide my alarm at the obvious danger 
signals which she had given me, but encouraged her to talk candidly, while I 
made certain that nothing in my own attitude showed any kind of disapproval 
or condemnation of what had taken place between the two of them. 

Before she left, I made her promise that she would visit me regularly so 
that we could discuss the entire situation. I was optimistic because she had 
given me a direct affirmative, and seemed to do it of her own volition, 
without hesitation. 

Ironically, the police found the two bodies just two hours before she was 
due to keep her next appointment with me. 

As I look back, I must confess that my original evaluation had been correct. 
That first visit to my office had not been for treatment at all, but simply 
for a kind of final confession. So I am convinced that Margaret took the 
ultimate step and administered poison to both. I also believe that Henry had 
no knowledge of what was happening. Because of his background and his deep 
trust and affection for both his mother and his father, he actually had no 
way of really understanding the gravity of the act which both of them had 
committed. Yet Margaret, fully aware of what she had done to her son, did 
the only thing she could think of to put an end to it all. 

This is one case over which I personally feel deeply touched and almost 
remiss in my duties as a physician and psychiatrist, in not seeing to it 
that Margaret O was able to continue her consultation with me. I should have 
yielded to my primary instinct and realized all the danger inherent in her 
confessional to me. 

Certainly even the average reader who studies this case must come to the 
conclusion that Margaret O. could not be condemned too strongly in view of 
the deep attachment between herself and her son and the close bond which had 
welded the father with them both. It was only unfortunate that they had no 
close friends who might have realized the danger of leaving them alone 
together. Both had had estimable character, and I can look back only and say 
it was a dreadful waste of two lives which could easily have been salvaged 
and in time contributed much to our enlightened civilization. 

 CASE HISTORY 

Richard I. and His Sister Marilyn 

At first glance, it may seem that the seduction of a boy by his sister is 
not entirely appropriate to this book. Yet in this most unusual case, the 
circumstances are such that it conforms to the theme of the work. As we 
shall see, in this instance, the sister was the older woman, the mature 
seductress. 

Richard I.'s father had been a widower many years before he finally 
remarried at the age of forty-one. His seventeen-year-old daughter Marilyn 
resented her stepmother and found herself unable to forgive her father for 
bringing a "strange woman" into the house. 

It is obvious that she had already developed a strong sexual fixation for 
her father in the years in which they had lived alone, a phenomenon not at 
all unusual in a girl of adolescent age. Hence, when another woman appeared 
on the scene, an innate jealousy arose in the young girl. 

Where formerly she had been lively, vivacious and popular with people of her 
own age, now she suddenly became morose and dropped all her social contacts. 
She chose to remain at home in a kind of act of stubborn masochism, even 
though she could have gotten a job and earned her own livelihood and made 
her own home, and thus escaped the "punishment" which constant contact with 
her new stepmother excited. 

Yet nothing could make her leave her father, not even the anguish of seeing 
him go to bed each night with his new wife and guessing all too well what 
they did together in the privacy of the bedroom. When the stepmother became 
pregnant, Marilyn offered congratulations, but her words had no warmth. 
Richard was born of that union, and as the boy grew, Marilyn treated him 
with neither warmth nor hostility; he was simply there and she accepted him. 

As he grew, Richard became more and more in appearance like his father. 
Marilyn was obviously aware of this, but seemed to have accepted a life of 
spinsterhood in which there was no place for sentiment. She had a job now, 
and every morning she went to it. When she came back, she had dinner, then 
went to her room and locked herself in. Her father and stepmother were 
unable to cope with this attitude of resignation and self-imposed isolation, 
and so left her to her solitude. 

At least, it appeared to be solitude. It now seems probable that Marilyn did 
not spend an evening without frigging herself to climax at least once. It 
was a habit she had developed in her teens, in which she created fantasies 
in which her father would undress her naked and then fuck her passionately. 
The older she grew, the more elaborate and complicated this fantasy grew. 
From frigging herself with her finger, she adopted the use of those 
instruments which took the role of the male prick. Hence, though she had had 
no experience of fucking with a man, she was no longer a virgin. 

Often, when she thought she wasn't being observed, Marilyn stared at her 
young brother in a strange way. She began to see him as a younger version of 
her father, for whom she had lusted so long and who had been taken from her 
by the stepmother. 

And so, one evening when she was thirty years old and Richard was thirteen, 
Marilyn took advantage of the fact that her father and stepmother had gone 
to the theater to come down and watch television with the boy. 

They talked, and this time it was the same as it had always been before. 
However, a few times during the evening, Marilyn felt he was looking at her. 
For a while she dismissed it as a mere figment of her imagination, but the 
feeling persisted. She pretended to be absorbed in the program, but she shot 
him a covert glance from time to time, and discovered that not only was he 
watching her, he was also looking up under her dress as she sat with her 
legs slightly spread. 

This evening she saw more of her father in him than ever before, more 
resemblance to the man for whom she had lusted for so long. In her tortured 
mind, her father had rejected her in favor of the woman who had become his 
wife, her stepmother. But now the man was reincarnated in the form of the 
boy. 

She made a quick decision. She would lure Richard into giving her what his 
father had never given her, what he perhaps might have given if he hadn't 
been lured into a relationship with that woman. As she made the decision, 
Marilyn knew it had been in the back of her mind for a long time, and that 
Richard's sudden interest in her just then had set it off, like a delayed 
fuse. 

"Would you like some cocoa, Richard dear?" she asked in a voice which held 
more warmth than he had ever heard in it before 

"Sure-yes, Marilyn," he stammered. 

Watching him with a wide smile, she spread her legs far apart and slowly 
rose to go to the kitchen. As she put the water on to boil, she seized a 
moment to go back to her bedroom and put on proper clothing. First she 
thought of bathing, but this would take too long. Moreover, the boy could 
hardly be sophisticated enough to appreciate this nuance of preparation for 
a fuck. 

The black bra and panties she wore would be quite seductive enough, she 
knew. She replaced the skirt and sweater she had on with a dress that had a 
buttoned bodice which she made more enticing by leaving several of the 
buttons unfastened. 

Satisfied that she had prepared herself for this challenging contest-as such 
she conceived it-she returned to the kitchen and proceeded with the making 
of cocoa. Then she pulled out a stiff drink of Scotch for herself to provide 
the courage needed for this audacious undertaking. 

When she carried the tray back to the room where the boy waited, she saw 
that his eyes gleamed with excitement, and that he had noticed what she was 
wearing. She suggested that they sit on the floor, where the carpet was 
thick and soft. Richard sat down first, and she lowered herself deliberately 
and slowly in such a way that he was able to see her inner thighs and the 
crotch of the panties. When she thought he had seen enough for the first 
time, she adjusted the skirt of her dress so that it showed only a little of 
her thighs above her knees. She saw he was trembling with excitement, which 
was just what she wanted to see. Bending slowly to pick up her cup, she saw 
the upper part of her dress fall open and knew that half her titties were 
revealed to his eager gaze. When she turned her head and sat erect, she saw 
that his eyes were lowered and his face was red. 

"That's all right, Richard," she said in a gentle whisper, "I don't mind 
your looking at me at all. In fact, I kind of like it. Do you like to do 
it?" 

"Oh yes-yes-I like it a lot, Marilyn," he replied, falteringly. 

Supremely confident, Marilyn moved closer, so that her knees were almost 
touching his. Deliberately, she pulled the hem of her dress well above her 
knees to show off the nylon-sheathed thighs up to where the hose ended, 
showing bare milky flesh. 

"Why don't you feel them, Richard?" she urged, "To see how nice they are." 

Her pulses began to hammer as the boy began to stroke her smooth, warm, 
sheer nylon hose. She felt his fingers tremble, beginning to move upwards. 
He pressed a little harder, looking up towards her face as if seeking 
encouragement. What he saw there gave him far more than he could have hoped: 
Marilyn had opened the front of her dress and with her own hands was 
caressing her bra-sheathed titties. Cupping them from below, she held them 
out to him, murmuring, "Wouldn't you like to play with these, dear?" 

Thus invited, he put his hands up and pushed hers away and soon began to 
stroke and squeeze, his face full of reverent excitement. He moved until he 
was directly in front of her, so that he could reach her titties more 
easily. 

She reached forward, pulled down the zipper of his pants and drew out his 
prick. It was quite stiff, even though it was rather small because of his 
youth. But Marilyn had no complaint; Richard was a small version of his 
father, the being who had filled her erotic dreams for years, so it was only 
natural that this reincarnation, this younger edition of the father, should 
have a smaller cock. 

She was afraid he would spend in her hand, so she reluctantly let go of his 
cock. Then, kneeling, she began to take off her dress. She moved very 
slowly, so that her body was unveiled a little at a time. When she heard his 
deep, labored breathing, she knew the seduction was proceeding perfectly. 

Flinging the dress aside, she began to wriggle her body to make her bra and 
panties move, murmuring as she did so, "If you'll take off your clothes, 
I'll take off the rest of mine!" He did so willingly, almost hurrying, until 
he was naked. 

"Take off my bra, dear," she encouraged. As he reached behind her to fumble 
at the tight hooks and eyes, she drew him to her and squeezed his firm young 
bottom. She thought of how it would feel when she did that once his prick 
was deep inside her cunt. 

Then she heard him gasp with ecstasy when her bra fell off and the firm, 
round titties hung free. She put one hand to the back of his head and guided 
his mouth to her bubbles, urging him to suck and kiss them. 

In a little while she whispered to him to pull down her panties, and he saw 
for the first time a woman's cunt, the plump, furry nook of her pussy, and 
his hands eagerly reached behind her to squeeze her jouncy, oval-shaped, 
milky-skinned bottomcheeks. 

"Would you like to get into me, Richard, right into my little slit?" she 
urged. 

"Oh yes, Marilyn!" he breathed hoarsely. 

"But first you have to make it easy for me, dear, and it will be much nicer 
for you. Just put your lips to my pussy and kiss it. Use your tongue a 
little, too, and make it all nice and wet. Then your big strong cock will go 
in very easily." 

Richard needed no second invitation. The sucking sounds his mouth made as he 
kissed her cunt made her shiver with feverish anticipation. She was unable 
to wait any longer, so she lay back on the floor and spread her thighs, her 
fingers grasping the lips of her cunt to yawn them apart to show him the way 
to paradise. 

He looked small and helpless by contrast, in his nakedness, a mere boy lying 
on her belly, pressing into her cunt with his small stiff prick. But soon 
she felt it prying inside her lips, and her arms enfolded him as he began to 
jerk and twist over her, his small prick moving in and out in small, jerky 
rhythms. It took him only about forty-five seconds to come, and he couldn't 
give her a climax in that time, but Marilyn didn't mind. When she felt he 
was finished, she pushed him gently off her, reached into her own cunt, 
found her clitoris and frigged it until her body shook violently in her 
spasm of come. 

But if Richard thought he had found a permanent love-partner, he was greatly 
mistaken. By seducing him, Marylin had broken the mental yoke that had 
hampered her entire life. From that time on, she returned to a full social 
life and found more than enough grown, competent men to soothe the fires of 
her insatiable cunt. And each time Richard tried to peek under her dress or 
to caress the body which had been offered to him so willingly at first, she 
almost angrily rebuffed him. 

Tortured by her refusal and not old enough to understand, Richard went in 
search of cunt elsewhere. First he looked for women anywhere in public who 
were sitting so that their thighs were exposed. He would linger and peer 
under their skirts until they were embarrassed, would flush and press their 
thighs together and, quite often, call him nasty names. Then he would go 
away to look for other women. 

In time, this wasn't enough. In crowded public places, he could sometimes 
slip his hands under a woman's dress and feel what was to be found there. 
Sometimes he would get away with it, if he Was able to find a woman who 
enjoyed the unexpected manipulation of her body. Most often, there would be 
an uncomfortable scene and he would be forced to run away before being 
caught. 

It didn't take long before he was hauled into juvenile court at the 
complaint of several women who had been able to identify him. Placed on 
probation, with the stipulation that his parents seek psychiatric aid for 
him, Richard maintained good conduct for a while, but it didn't last. 

One afternoon, coming home from school, the boy paused in the doorway of a 
store to admire the backside of a woman who was bending with her back turned 
to him. Remembering the look of his sister's bottomcheeks when she bent that 
way naked, Richard groaned and shuddered, them opened his pants and took out 
his prick, which had become instantly erect. The woman turned, and saw him 
looking at her. First she smiled, then gestured for him to go away. 
Recalling how he had gotten into trouble before, he stuffed his cock back 
into his pants and ran away. 

Almost daily thereafter, he would find some chance to expose himself to a 
woman. Some seemed horrified, others only smiled as if to tease him. A few 
beckoned him to come into the house or the apartment, but he never dared. 

His greatest thrill came when he was fifteen years old. Standing in the 
doorway of a small second-hand store, he was exposing his prick to a 
middle-aged woman who seemed to be alone inside. She smiled, and he looked 
around quickly to make sure others weren't looking at it. When he looked 
back at her, he could see she was still smiling an invitation. To his great 
surprise, she picked up the hems of her dress and slip and held them high, 
so he could see her panties, thighs and crotch. 

He began to jack himself off, and she urged him on with nods and beaming 
smiles. At last his gism spurted onto the glass door, and the woman tilted 
back her head and laughed. He stuffed his prick back into his shorts, closed 
the fly of his pants, and began to move away. He could occasionally find 
some woman who was willing to masturbate while she watched him, but this was 
rare. 

His next adventure involved the telephone. The idea came to him when he was 
at home alone one day. The first number he called, dialing the number at 
random, listening only a moment, then hanging up. The second time it was the 
same, but the third proved to be exactly what he wanted. 

This time he talked, going on at great length about how women looked naked 
and what he liked to do with them. Occasionally the woman at the other end 
asked questions which permitted him to be more obscene, and finally Richard 
took out his prick and began to jack off slowly. When he told her what he 
was doing, she seemed gratified. At last he hung up, happy and excited. 

Although he grew up into a handsome young man who should have had no 
difficulty in finding women who would be willing to let him fuck them, he 
actually had almost no contact with members of the opposite sex. Instead, he 
followed his pattern of indecent exposure, obscene telephone calls, stolen 
palpations and caresses and, of course, always , jacking off. He was 
referred to my office following his third conviction for offenses of this 
nature. He responded to treatment, and although he regresses from time to 
time, it is probable that he can and will be eventually cured. 

This will, however, take place only after a long and complicated series of 
treatments. Removing mental blocks planted in the minds of young men by 
older women is almost always difficult, but when the harm has been done by a 
member of the family, the problem is invariably greater. 

It has been said that incest is the gravest crime of which the human being 
is capable. I would dispute this, but I would say that judging from 
Richard's case, Marilyn's vindictive and selfish act exposed his young and 
impressionable mind to a tragic overstress whose unfortunate repercussions 
can now be seen. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

SEDUCTION BY OTHERS 

Arbitrary classification of the nature of sexual conduct, particularly 
aberrations, is extremely difficult sometimes. I have reserved a few 
specific case histories for my final chapter. Each is different, yet all of 
them details cases of boys seduced by mature women. Some may seem bizarre to 
the reader, but I assure you that every case history in this book has been 
taken from my own files and can be documented. 

What I am trying to show my readers in my summary is that human conduct as 
such leaves almost nothing beyond the realm of possibility. Among trusted 
friends and employees, among relatives and even parents, among the most 
respected members of the community, there can always lurk latently the dark 
powers of corruption of the innocent. 

To complement this force, we find the receptive nature of the child. His 
curiosity regarding the mystery of the human body is always a prime factor 
in arousal, and the sexual urges which come early and which cannot be 
understood unless they are well explained to him by his parents may permit 
the child to readily become not only a willing victim of the mature 
seductress, but an extremely eager one. 

The tragic thing is that what seems exciting to the child at the time as he 
looks at and touches the naked body of an attractive adult female may well 
inculcate within him traumatic, narrow adjustments which will be shown only 
in later life, when the damage cannot be undone. 

Once again we must point out that, just as in normal married relationships, 
selfishness can become not only an obstacle but a corrupting force. So too 
can the effect of a mature female in her selfish interest in the conquest of 
a naive boy, channeling him into a pathway which even she herself would 
consider dangerous if she had only stopped to think of the end result of her 
desire for sexual gratification. 

 CASE HISTORY 

Dalton T 

This is the case of a boy who was actually seduced at the incredibly early 
age of five. His parents, who lived in St. Louis, had just engaged a new 
maid, a woman in her mid-thirties who came to the house with excellent 
references. She was not only an efficient worker, but she showed at once 
that she was extremely good with young Dalton, a bouyant child of five. 

She seemed to be particularly attracted to him, and the parents rejoiced, 
for the previous maids had been different or even contemptuous of a child in 
the house. The parents could not know that this woman, whom we shall call 
Irene, had such an interest at the very outset that before she had taken the 
job, a girlfriend who was also a maid had told her of being gamahuched by an 
extremely young boy and how exciting it was. 

For this reason, Irene gave up her previous job with an elderly couple and 
came to the T-'s. She had been titillated by her friend's suggestion. This, 
she believed, would be an ideal situation in which she could experiment. 
Also, the pay was a few dollars higher than in her previous post. 

The first time she was alone with Dalton, Irene called him in to her room 
and gave him some candy. As they chatted, she began to take off her clothes. 
She at once observed his wide-eyed interest in her titties, and said 
laughingly to him, "You can play with them if you want to, Master Dalton." 

The boy uttered a little giggling laugh as she sat down on the edge of the 
bed and leaned towards him, her titties dangling before his eager hands. He 
began to pull and squeeze them, and she murmured, "Now, if you tell your 
daddy and mommy about this, they'll spank you and then they'll send me away, 
and we'll never be able to do this again." 

"Oh, I won't, Miz' Irene, I won't?" He promised. 

Then Irene arose and slipped down her panties. The little boy uttered a 
gasp. "Miz' Irene, you haven't got a pee-thing there like me, you haven't at 
all-why don't you have one?" 

Irene spread her thighs wide and then, putting her fingers to the lips of 
her pussy, purred, "That's because girls are different, Dalton dear. See, I 
have a little hole instead of a little stick the way you do. Come look close 
and you can see what my hole is like." 

As the boy approached, enchanted with this fascinating new game, she added, 
"You know, you're a very little boy, but sometimes when a little boy is 
nice, he gets to do things that big boys and grown-up men like your daddy 
do. Would you like to suck and lick my little slit, Dalton?" 

"Oh yes, please let me!" the child exclaimed. 

"Well, we'll see," she said indifferently. She moved back a little, and he 
followed. Pretending reluctance, she made him wait a few minutes before she 
at last granted his wish. 

"But you've got to promise, Dalton," she warned, "that you won't ever tell 
anybody about this. If you do, I'll have to go away and you won't ever see 
me again." 

"Oh, I won't, Miz' Irene, I won't, I promise," he insisted. 

She took him by the shoulders and drew him towards her, then her hands 
cupped the back of his head as she pressed his face against her warm furry 
cunt. She began to feel his small mouth kiss and suck her cunt, and she 
whispered to him, "Put your tongue out and rub it around there, darling, it 
feels good. Deeper, Dalton, deeper!" 

At last he found the button of her clitoris and began to lick it. Irene knew 
at once that her friend had been right about the wonderful sensations. The 
boy continued to lick her clitoris until at last she felt herself explode 
and the sweet juices of come flooded her cunny. Her groans and gasps 
frightened Dalton, but when she recovered, she murmured, "That was very 
nice. You are a very good boy. I'll let you do it again some time." 

She proffered the sexual treat almost daily, and Dalton came to look upon 
gamahuching as the most exciting thing in his young world. A few weeks 
later, when she knew she was going to have him all to herself all afternoon, 
she had a girlfriend come to visit. This time Dalton was offered a double 
treat as, stripped naked and standing before him, their legs spread well 
apart, they invited him to lick and suck their pussies. He obliged both of 
them until each had come. 

While both girls remained naked, Irene's friend turned over, arched up her 
bottom, and said, "Look here too, Dalton, there's another little hole that 
tastes of chocolate." 

Dalton was hesitant at first, but Irene whispered, "And if you don't do it 
for my friend too, I, won't let you do it to me ever again." She herself 
drew apart the girl's cheeks and showed Dalton how to press his face down 
and insert his tongue against the puckering rosette of the young woman's 
asshole. Later they both made him gamahuch them again and each enjoyed 
another furious spend from the labors of his ingenuous mouth. 

Although it seems amazing that such conduct never came to the attention of 
the parents, Dalton was actually able to keep his promise because the thrill 
of being permitted to do what he wanted to do overrode any urge to 
boastfulness or curiosity or telling anyone else. So he persisted with this 
same affair until he was sixteen, when he was sent to a residential school 
in another state. Before long he discovered girls, and after a few rebuffs, 
he met one who was thrilled by gamahuching. There were others after that, 
and it became apparent that his early seduction had done no lasting harm. 

This was true only until he married. His bride was a twenty-year-old virgin 
who had let a very sheltered life. On their wedding night, he made her 
undress, himself hastily helping her, with a marked lack of consideration 
for her sensitivities As he was already naked, his bride saw his rampant 
prick looming in front of her. But, to her amazement, he rolled her over 
onto her belly on the bed and began to lick her asshole. She tried feebly to 
fight him off, but her strength was no match for his. Hoping to keep her 
quiet and appease her, he rolled her onto her back, grasped her thighs and 
forced them wide, then bent down his head and began to gamahuch her. 

Because the entire idea was odious to her, she was not erotically stirred, 
and Dalton became angry with her. He reached under his belly to jack himself 
off. As he felt his come nearing, he knelt up astride of his bride and shot 
his spunk onto her titties and belly. His wife gagged, ran from the room, 
and vomited in the bathroom. As soon as she had recovered, she dressed and 
left the apartment and went back to her parents. 

Her father hired a lawyer, and a divorce was soon obtained. Dalton's bride 
required a long period of psychiatric treatment to undo the traumatic harm 
that she had sustained in that one brief sexual encounter with her husband. 

Understanding for the first time in his life that there was something wrong 
with him, Dalton, instead of going to a psychiatrist as he should have done, 
became a near recluse and an introvert. He sought out whores and gamahuched 
them, without protest from them, to be sure. But it wasn't enough. 
Eventually he turned to liquor for consolation. By the age of twenty-five, 
he was not only a chronic alcoholic, but he had also contracted a venereal 
disease. 

Unable to hold a job, he drifted into the world of back alleys and doorways. 
As for food, there always seemed to be some unattractive older woman who 
would give him a few drinks and perhaps some food if he would gamahuch her. 

He died at the age of twenty-seven, physically and mentally ruined. At the 
autopsy, doctors found two or three factors alone which could have caused 
his early death. But none of them was the cause, to be sure. The thing that 
had really destroyed him had happened when he was only a child of five: the 
experience with Irene had warped his life forever. 

 CASE HISTORY 

Bernard U. 

Bernard U. was twelve years old when he discovered the joy of jacking off. 
One afternoon he was doing this in the basement of his house when the woman 
next door chanced into the driveway and noticed him. She stood watching him 
until he spent, put his penis back into his pants and buttoned them up. 
Alone in her kitchen later, she felt sexually aroused. That night, when her 
husband lay sleeping beside her, she remembered the sexual arousal she had 
felt watching Bernard U. masterbate. And before she fell asleep, she 
resolved she would find some way of seeing him do it again, perhaps even 
play games with him. 

Although the woman's desires were quite strong, her husband had tired of sex 
and was content with a quick fuck about once or twice a month. She had 
resigned herself to this, but having seen Bernard jack off, the old hunger 
returned to torment her. About a week later she had her opportunity. Bernard 
came home from school shortly after three-thirty on a rainy afternoon. His 
mother had gone shopping and expected to be back in time, but she had 
forgotten about his coming home and now the door was locked and he had no 
key. 

The neighbor woman, who we shall call Mavis, called to him and invited him 
in, trembling with excitement. Bernard overcame his hesitation and accepted. 

Before she called, however, Mavis had quickly removed her slip and put on a 
light chiffon dress through which her legs and thighs showed very clearly. 
It was an overly obvious approach for a man, but for a mere boy it was 
perfect. She saw to it that she placed herself between him and the lamp on 
the table as much as possible, and went on to talk about his school until 
his nervousness was quieted. Then, sitting on the arm of his chair, her legs 
crossed and her dress drawn up above her knees, she began to tell him how 
nice it was to talk with someone young for a change. By way of a casual 
gesture which would enable him to see her body, she began to scratch her leg 
above the top of her nylon stocking. In so doing, the hem of the dress 
lofted high and Bernard saw her bare thigh. 

"How naughty of me!" she giggled, looking down at her bare leg. "I hope you 
don't mind my being so careless?" 

"Oh no, no I don't, m'am," he blushed furiously. 

"Maybe I ought to try you out and see if you're telling the truth," Mavis 
giggled. She took hold of one of his hands and placed it at the top of her 
stocking, just before the bare skin began. For a moment his hand seemed to 
stiffen, then it relaxed and pressed warmly. She smiled coyly and lifted the 
dress still higher until she showed herself up to the crotch of her panties. 
She continued to smile encouragingly as his hand moved upward. 

At the same time, she lowered her own hand to the crotch of his pants, and 
he stiffened and gasped. But when Mavis began to rub his hard-on, he stopped 
resisting and began to gasp with pleasure. 

"What I wouldn't give to see and touch a nice strong cock like yours, 
Bernard dear!" she whispered. "Will you show me your cock if I show you my 
pussy?" 

"Oh yes!" he breathed. 

Rising, Mavis drew her dress over her head, allowing him to stare at her in 
bra and panties. Then she slipped down to his lap, the panty-sheathed bottom 
rubbing against his aching prick, as she raised one of his hands to her bra. 

"Squeeze, it, darling," she urged. 

He began to do this, fascinated with the new game. Meantime, Mavis leaned 
over and whispered into his ear, "You know, a girl like me needs sex a lot. 
It would be so nice if your strong young cock were pressing into my pussy. 
My husband's too old and tired to do it, so I have to do it myself with my 
hand. Have you ever done that for yourself when you get ideas, Bernard?" 

The boy blushingly admitted that he had jacked off. Mavis nodded, knowingly. 
"But I'll bet," she went on, "you'd really like to have a woman's hand do it 
for you, wouldn't you?" 

He was unable to speak, but his hands convulsively squeezed her titties, and 
that told her what she wanted to know. She next asked him to unfasten the 
bra, and he did so. Then he had one hand on her tittie on the left, while 
her mouth sought the other. Mavis suggested that he take off his clothes, 
and he did so eagerly. She waited until he stood naked in his shoes and 
socks, then she asked him to take her panties off. While he began to do so, 
Mavis was sure she was going to come, but she did not quite reach this. Now 
he began to fondle the entire area of her body, and she knew that she 
couldn't stand it much longer. Stepping out of the panties, she raised her 
knee higher than necessary and kept it up long enough to let him have a long 
look between her legs. 

Then, taking both his hands in hers, she placed one of each of her 
bottomcheeks. He felt the undulating movement of her behind and kept his 
hands in place as she led him onward. They reached her bedroom and stood 
before the wide bed. 

Turning around, Mavis paused a moment to allow Bernard to admire her 
nakedness, accentuated by the garterbelt and nylon hose, then she reached 
out to embrace him. He came into her arms eagerly, and their bodies rubbed 
together. He felt his stiff cock against her furry slit. 

She drew him into the wide bed and again they embraced. "Feel me all over 
and learn about me, darling," she urged. He did so. his eyes shining, his 
breath coming quickly, until she saw that he was trembling violently and 
knew that she had to release the tension she had built up in his aching 
young cock. 

Lying on her back and opening her thighs widely, she guided the boy into 
position. She bent her knees well over her body, so that her cunt would arch 
up and gape for easy access. He thrust at random with his prick for a few 
moments, them found the moist cleft which entered her pussy-paradise. With a 
small groan, he thrust into her. Her hands gripped his bottomcheeks and 
patted and squeezed them encouragingly as he began to fuck. In a few moments 
he had instinctively found a rhythm, and he was far better for her than her 
mature husband had been in many years. 

She hadn't had an orgasm with her husband in more than two years, and Mavis 
now achieved an unforgettable one, even though Bernard, naturally, couldn't 
hold back his spunk and ejaculated after about one minute of fucking. She 
held him tightly when his gism entered her cunt smothering her gasps and 
pressing his face into her titties. It had been a wonderful experience for 
her, and she knew that the size of the boy's cock had nothing to do with her 
pleasure. He was spontaneous and worshipful, and he admired her body. These 
were qualities that sex with her own husband didn't have for her. So as they 
dressed quickly, they planned to meet more often in the future. 

They did meet often, and there was never any detection. 

By the time Bernard reached the age of seventeen, Mavis wisely advised him 
to spend time with girls of his own age. He did so reluctantly, only after 
she stressed the importance of a normal sexual development, and told him 
that she would not make love with him unless he did so. 

He had his first fuck with a younger woman when he was nineteen. And 
although her body had the velvety smoothness of youth, the act wasn't nearly 
as enjoyable as it always was with Mavis. 

When he told her about this, Mavis smiled. "You mustn't expect to compare, 
and you'll have to think about the girl you're loving up, dear. You'll be 
just as excited by someone else as you are by me." 

When he was twenty-four, Bernard at last found the woman he wanted to marry. 
But he found himself also facing a dilemma. For he loved the woman deeply, 
and although he wanted to be faithful to her, he still couldn't force 
himself to end his liaison with Mavis. Finally she solved the problem. 
Thanking him for the years of sexual satisfaction she had enjoyed, she 
added, "It's over now, Bernard. We've needed each other, but now we've both 
grown up a little and it's time to say goodbye. Besides, you're forgetting 
that I'm much older than you, and now I don't have quite the eagerness to be 
fucked and gamahuched that I had when you first knew me. So now my husband 
will be able to give me what little I need." 

Bernard begged her for one final weekend at a country hotel, and Mavis 
agreed. They fucked and fucked and gamahuched with furious passion, knowing 
it was their farewell. 

Bernard has been a well adjusted and happy husband for more than five years 
now, and there are two children from this union, a boy of three and a girl 
of one. Bernard came to me for psychiatric treatment, and he told me that 
when his son comes of age, he intends to find just the right woman to 
introduce him to sex. I told him that society in general and his own church 
in particular would condemn such a plan, and he said with a smile, "I really 
don't think that my early seduction and love affair would have met with the 
approval of society and the church either, but I think I'm a better adjusted 
man for it, at least better than any other man I know. And ours is the best 
marriage I know. Are you going to tell me, Dr. Klow, that what happened to 
me was wrong or that I'd be wrong to provide my son with the same initiation 
and understanding at the beginning of his adult life?" 

Of course I didn't tell him that. But fortunately, Bernard's initiatress, 
Mavis, had been wiser than most women and certainly less selfish than most. 
In the research I have done on this theme, I have far too often seen the 
harmful results of early seduction of a boy by an older woman. But this is 
the exception, because here Mavis made Bernard conscious of the beauty of 
sex and also let him see that selfishness was not her only standard in 
selecting him as her partner. 

And yet there are other cases which show that unfortunately too many women 
are selfish and too many do not have the sensitivity to see the reactions of 
their young partners. So in ending this book, for a final impression with 
you, my readers, let me cite a case that must be included in this book if we 
are to know the entire story of the female seductress and the after-effects 
she can cause her untried, ingenuous young lover. 

 CASE HISTORY 

David R. 

David R. came from a broken home. His father had abandoned David's mother as 
well as the boy's two younger brothers and one younger sister. David's 
mother didn't particularly care for her children, but resigned herself to 
taking care of them. Welfare allowances provided the main source of family 
income, but the mother supplemented this from time to time be cleaning 
offices in a nearby building whenever she felt inclined to work. 

As a result, young David emerged as the strength of the family. He was 
already delivering on one newspaper route and added another. He spent the 
rest of his free time cutting grass, washing cars and doing any other odd 
jobs he could find. It appeared from the start that adversity and poverty 
were going to make a man of the boy long before he came of legal age. He 
showed a stability and strength of character that compensated for the 
falling off of his interest in school work. 

Yet fate had in mind for him an ironic turnabout. Indeed, if one particular 
customer had not been on his paper route, he might well have achieved a 
story of success like that of Horatio Alger or Andrew Carnegie. But that one 
customer was there. 

Her name was Melissa K., a beautiful Lesbian, blonde, twenty-three years old 
who, with her lover, Terri, lived in an apartment above the dress shop both 
of them operated. 

David fascinated them. They understood his enthusiasm and youthful drive, 
but they also appreciated the innate sensitivity of his nature. It is odd 
that Lesbians are quick to perceive the kind of tenderness and sensitivity 
in men that homosexuals often understand in other men, and hence make good 
friends, though never lovers. 

They offered a job working evenings around their store, working mainly in 
the stockroom, for a salary of forty dollars a week. 

David appeared promptly in the evening the following Monday, and proved to 
be an energetic worker. 

As a result, they both dressed as seductively as possible whenever he was 
there. Beyond that, they made a practice of allowing him to catch them in a 
state of undress now again, so that by accident, as it appeared, he could 
see naked titties or thighs. When they observed that he was interested in 
what he saw, they congratulated themselves. 

At the age of sixteen, David left home and joined their household as a 
"personal maid-slave." Meanwhile, Melissa and Terri had applied depilatories 
to him daily to remove almost all traces of facial and bodily hair, till he 
was a smooth as a girl. Their training had also molded his mind to favor 
that girlish appearance. Every day of his new life advanced him along the 
road to becoming a completely feminized personal maid to the two Lesbian 
women. Since he rarely left their apartment now, they gave him a uniform to 
wear in this new role. It comprised nylon stockings, garterbelt, glistening 
black leather pumps, and a very short silver or gold lame skirt which 
swirled about him when he walked and exposed him fully with every movement. 
Sometimes he wore nylon panties, but whenever Melissa or Terri wished, he 
was naked under his skirt. After he had mastered one task, they taught him 
another. 

This really made them hot! 

David had by then given up any thought of fucking the women. So he was able 
to perform such intimate tasks with delight, and to release his tensions by 
jacking off into a pair of panties while they watched. 

Within a year, this strong, aggressive boy who had been hardened and 
toughened by poverty, had become completely submissive to the whims of the 
two women. They had created a slave to give them a life that would have been 
the envy of their mystic forebearers on the Isle of Lesbos. 

 SUMMARY 

There is little I can say as I come to the end of this book which has not 
been intimated in the whole of it. I could tell you to draw your own 
conclusions, but that would be the easy way out. You have followed with me, 
in reviewing these cases, the sequences of how perfectly normal young lives 
can be and many times have been destroyed in early seduction by mature 
women. 

You may well ask what guarantee you can have that the next victim may not be 
your own son or the nice little boy down the street who at this moment is 
chasing a ball or riding a swing or getting on his bicycle. There is no 
guarantee at all, or if there is, it must exist in the field pioneered by 
such geniuses as Freud and Jung and their fellow pioneers who devoted their 
lives to gaining greater understanding of the quirks which beset the human 
mind. Now we can recognize problems such as these, and can look for methods 
other than-as might have been done centuries ago by the superstitious 
villagers in European towns-thrusting a pointed stick into the heart of a 
heartless Jezebel or burning her at the stake. 

It may well be that in a generation or so, there will be no more cases like 
those which I have reported to you, what with the emancipation we now have 
in our sexual behavior. If anything, however, I think that rather there will 
be more of them, because women are finding their sexual equality and 
believing that they have as much right to express themselves as aggressively 
as men, and as openly. 

But in most cases, as I myself have found in clinical studies, women who 
seduce boys have some degree of emotional disturbance. They are certainly 
not criminals, and they themselves are victims just as much as the boys they 
victimize. If these women could be treated in time, if their marriages could 
be restored by counseling, or ended, with proper guidance to follow, they 
would not be tempted to make dangerous attacks on innocent boys. 

The pace in our civilized society becomes increasingly more frantic, and 
with it comes emotional disturbance in direct proportion. We no longer have 
the simple demands of life our fathers had. We have far more complex 
demands, far more difficult to cope with. We watch the lessening of the 
family status in each succeeding generation, the male going one way, the 
female another, the children left at home to rule as they please, or else to 
go out into the street to play with their peers whom they idolize and 
emulate. This is why we have more juvenile delinquency than at any other 
time in our history. 

My own personal suggestion is that at every citizen should acquaint his 
elected representative with the necessity of mamtaining mental and emotional 
health for our children as well as for adults. We should all demand school 
clinics with trained psychiatric staffs. We can urge our legislators to see 
to it that a maladjusted boy does not go astray because the symptoms of his 
malady are not recognized in time. 

We have before us the terrible example of William Heirens, who, a generation 
ago, was known to be a fetishist, who would masturbate into a woman's 
panties. And yet though all this was known when he was thirteen, society 
allowed him to progress until his fetish at last became homicidal. 

His own family, the separation within it, and the shifts of character, had 
much to do with his ultimate criminal breakdown. It is true that the budget 
for psychiatric help big enough to serve our nation's needs would be 
staggering, but it would surely not be money wasted. Not in the light of how 
much money we waste on projects of far less urgency, of far less concern to 
the balance of our society. 

But beyond this, since the Utopian day may never come when this is made 
possible, we ourselves must bring up our children in love and understanding. 
If we give them this basic protection, and if we give them a wholesome sex 
education, they will be far more able to meet the challenge of life. They 
will also be more able to resist the seductress, because they will 
understand themselves as well as her. 

It is a goal well within our reach. It is a wholesome goal and one to strive 
for. 


THE END
