Teen Frat House
by Olivia Marsh 


INTRODUCTION 

"We'd heard talk there was a sex club forming if enough kids of both sexes 
were interested. But I guess it was just someone trying to eavesdrop on 
conversations to see if enough interest was prevalent to form such a club. 
Apparently the idea was a bust, for the rumors stopped a few weeks later.... 

"I hadn't dated a boy since Richard, so Helen arranged a "blind date' for me 
with a boy named Joe. I would be Joe's date and she and Tommy would 
double-date with us. I agreed, holding reservations about my blind date. 

"The double date that Saturday night was to a drive-in movie. 

"It turned out that Joe was surprisingly handsome and had long, wavy 
blondish hair, blue eyes, and a trim, muscular physique which any athlete 
would have envied. He was older than Helen and me, or her date, Tommy, and 
possessed that older suave manner which flattered me and turned me on, in 
that order. 

"Joe, it turned out, was 20, was a dropout who had gotten himself a job in a 
gas station and thus had some extra bread to spend. We went to the drive-in 
in Joe's car, a sleek-looking, gold '68 Ford. And right away I could see 
Helen's green eyes turn even greener with envy as she too got better 
acquainted with Joe. Man, he was the most! 

"Anyway, we went to this drive-in movie on the edge of town, an X-rated twin 
bill affair where the management wanted your dough more than your I.D. and 
right age. Joe paid for everybody, then drove his car to a secluded spot on 
the back row and parked beside a speaker. He killed the engine and parking 
lights, and his arms were around me before I could even mention anything 
about his hauling in the speaker so we could hear. But, to be honest, from 
the moment his arms encircled me and he kissed me I never did know what the 
two films were about that night. 

"Joe French-kissed me in a way that sent me and nearly didn't bring me back. 
I'd never until then been French-kissed like that before, where the boy's 
tongue worked like a boy's penis. Weird. But when Joe kissed me like that, I 
melted. 

"But I didn't let on for a minute to Joe how good his kisses were and how 
they steamed me up. I responded by sucking his probing tongue, raking it 
gently with my teeth, and then drove my own tongue deep inside his mouth and 
wormed it all around to get him as excited as he'd gotten me. 

"Then, suddenly, I wanted Joe to fuck me; I mean I really wanted him, and if 
he'd fucked me then and there he wouldn't have met with the slightest bit of 
resistance from me whatsoever. 

"I felt the hot wetness around my cunny. I was wearing a knit pullover 
blouse and a skirt, bra and panties. I never wore slips unless I really 
dressed up to go somewhere special. I was trembling all over, and I guess I 
was starting to make some kind of weird noises, because Tommy said something 
from the back seat and Joe chuckled softly. 

"I was up against Joe, you know, just twisted around in the front seat and 
laying flush against him, from thighs to shoulders. We went into another 
long tongue-wrestling clinch and Joe's strong hot hands pulled up my blouse 
and unclasped my bra. He did it gently, easily. I mean just click-snap and 
my bra was loose and riding down my arms. Then his big hot hands began 
squeezing my titties, first one and then the other, while his fingers worked 
at the hardened nipples. All of this, while he continued to French-kiss me! 

"I got so hot for him I started to shake. I couldn't hold still, so I drove 
my hips back and forth against him, moaning every time his big hard on 
pushed into my belly. Like I said, I was no longer a virgin, but letting Joe 
make love to me like this made me feel different-different than anything I'd 
ever felt before. I mean, man, what he was doing to me was even better than 
when Paul and Harry and Richard and Helen had sexually pleased me-and he, 
Joe, hadn't even progressed that far yet! 

"Then Joe would unhand my titties every so often and fan one of his hot 
hands down over my tummy, down inside the elastic band of my panties, where 
his fingers would pause to toy around with my curly pile of pubic hair. His 
other hand would run up and down my back, and around, to squeeze my titty 
again. I made funny sounds and my body jumped and jerked with the blazing 
passion I had for him. Then his hand went all the way down into my crotch 
and one of his fingers gently caressed the lips of my cunny and toyed with 
my clit, before it finally eased up inside of me, all the way to his 
knuckles, and started to work in and out of me. 

"I know everybody in the car could hear me gasp and moan my appreciation of 
what Joe's finger was doing to me, and I didn't care. I didn't care if the 
whole damned world heard me-so long as he kept on pleasing me! 

"Perhaps instinctively, I reached out and down and squeezed the big lump in 
the front of Joe's pants. I heard his sharp intake of breath and knew that 
he liked for me to play with him. His finger in me moved more rapidly and my 
hand did likewise to the bulge in his pants. 

"Then Joe suddenly eased me over a bit on the seat and slid out from beneath 
the steering wheel. He hauled me flush against him, and forced my legs 
apart, so that the big bulge in his pants pushed against my crotch. "Ohhh, 
baby!" he whispered hotly in my ear. I gotta have you baby, all the 
way-now!' 

"I kissed him harder and gave his big cock a harder caress. I was too 
emotionally choked up to say anything, so I just vigorously nodded my 
assent. He got both his hands up underneath my skirt and peeled my panties 
off. I lifted my fanny a bit to help him, at the same time unzippering his 
fly, and used both hands to push down his jockey shorts and expose his 
pounding big penis and full hairy balls. 

"Joe's finger went to work in my cunny again, in and out, in and out, until 
I suddenly got this familiar funny feeling inside, one I couldn't seem to 
control. A little more fingering on Joe's part and I was jerking and 
twitching and gasping as things inside me loosened and got his hand and the 
seat wet as they rushed out of my cunny. 

"I heard Joe mutter a cuss word or two and reach for his handkerchief. But I 
didn't care. I felt too wonderful. I could only think of how wonderful he'd 
made me feel and how wonderful I now intended to make him feel in return. 

"I pumped on his big penis with one hand while caressing and tickling his 
balls with the other. I heard Helen say something from the back seat but was 
too intent upon pleasing Joe to pay her any attention. I stared down and 
watched my hand move up and down on his big penis, watched the skin move 
back and forth over the plum-shaped head. And then, suddenly, I just 
couldn't resist the urge to bend down and kiss his cock, up and down the 
vein-gorged shaft, all over the hot glans, as my hand continued to squeeze 
and pump its base. I knew how much Joe enjoyed what I was doing by the sighs 
and sounds of ecstasy he uttered, and the way his body jerked and trembled 
and his hips moved as my lips touched him. 

"I knew if I kept playing with Joe's genitals he would soon shoot off, maybe 
all over me. I didn't want to get mussed up, so I let Joe push me back 
against the door on my side, and opened my legs wide as he eased forward. I 
thought about asking him if he had any rubbers, if he wanted me to 
masturbate him first, but was too enthralled with his masterfulness to think 
of anything except what was happening. I felt the big head of his prick 
against my cunny, and then felt it enter my body and gorge my vagina clear 
to his balls. I heard my own voice making with ecstatic sounds of love as I 
moved my pelvis in time with his lunges. I gripped his hips and thighs to 
control the depth of his lunges inside me. I'd once heard a girl say that 
her boyfriend had fucked her and that his big cock had "hit bottom' and it 
had hurt her. I didn't want Joe hitting bottom and hurting me, but despite 
my attempts to control the depth of his virile plunges he did hit bottom in 
me twice, anyway, and, surprisingly-it didn't hurt a bit! 

"Then that funny feeling tickled my insides again and built higher and 
higher until it released-just as Joe's cock spurted jet after jet of hot 
semen in me. Then Joe's penis collapsed, like, I mean immediately, and 
slithered out of me. Then he was just hunched over in a sitting position 
between my legs, panting hard against my breasts. 

"I pushed Joe back and eased away from him and sat up and started smoothing 
out my blouse and skirt. I was also afraid now, having lost my head and 
allowed him to go off in me without wearing a rubber. Or yanking. It was 
also then that I heard Helen and Tommy-with voices low-arguing. Tommy kept 
saying, 'Well, they did it, didn't they? So why can't we do likewise? Huh?' 
I guess Helen had chickened out about letting Tommy fuck her or something. 
Anyway, she opened the door and jumped out of the car and headed off toward 
the restrooms. Poor Tommy was sitting back there cussing under his breath. I 
glanced back and saw his prick was out and standing tall and proud like a 
flagpole. It looked longer and bigger around than Joe's, and even the head 
of it looked bigger. I couldn't help but smile at him. 'I'm sorry, Tommy,' I 
said, or something like that. And I truly did feel sorry for him, for I'd 
learned much earlier from brother Paul what a 'stone-ache' does to a boy, 
how much it hurts. 

" 'Hey,' chirped Tommy, 'if Joe, there, don't mind, maybe you could do 
something to help me,' he said to me. I blushed, noted the sly wink he gave 
Joe. 

"I looked at Joe. He smilingly shrugged, left it strictly up to me. 

"Then Tommy reached over the seat and grabbed my hand. He was in a bad way, 
he really was. He didn't say anything else to me, but I knew what he wanted. 
I climbed into the back seat with Tommy and started playing with his big 
cock and balls while he held me close. I think all I had in mind was to help 
him with my hand, you know, masturbate him. He was Helen's boy friend, after 
all. 

"I started to pump his big rod and squeeze his testes while he leaned back 
and started bouncing his hips up and down in time with my hand movements. He 
muttered all kinds of nice things to me, and then started playing with my 
bare titties underneath my blouse. His hands weren't as big and strong as 
Joe's, but they did the right things to get me hotter than hell in a hurry. 
So hot, in fact, I forgot. I leaned down and started kissing his prick and 
balls. 

"I thought Tommy was going to blow his mind-let alone his peter-when I ran 
my lips up and down his vein-gorged manly staff and sucked on the head of 
it-all the time squeezing the base of him with one hand while my other 
pressed and cupped and tickled his balls. Then Tommy's hips started to 
violently" buck up and down as he drove more and more of his penis deeper in 
my throat. I'd forgotten about Joe, even Helen, momentarily in my reverie of 
pleasing Tommy-until I suddenly felt Joe's big prick lance into my cunny 
from behind, and realized he was in the back seat sharing me now with 
Tommy...." 

The above case history was experienced by an eighteen-year-old high school 
senior whom we'll call Wanda. Her doctor states that Wanda has "exhibited 
the nymphomaniac syndrome" since the age of 13. She had eventually confessed 
to him that she had had sexual relations with her big brother, in one form 
or another, since she was eleven. She admitted that while her brother had 
always experienced sexual climaxes, she had not. Through her brother she had 
met several other boys, all older, and had had sex relations with two of 
them. This latter was when she was 15 and 16, but in her words "both boys 
rabbited and left me frustrated, and I didn't have anything to do with boys 
after that until Hal, my brother, left for the Marine Corps and the 
loneliness I suddenly felt forced me to accept dates again." This brings us 
to the present and to her dates with a senior letterman in athletics named 
Harry, who tried to get fresh with her, and whom she refused, for fear of 
being frustrated again, and her eventual "blind" date with Joe and sexual 
satisfaction she obtained from him and her girl friend's steady, Tommy. 

But whereas Wanda's case history is supposedly one of nymphomania, is it, 
really? In light of the recent research in multiorgasmic experiences of 
females, can we truly brand Wanda a nymphomaniac purely on her testimony 
alone? 

According to the Masters-Johnson findings, any woman should be capable of 
sexual response and satisfaction that Wanda had with Joe and Tommy. Yet, by 
her own admission, Wanda was not fully satisfied. She confessed she could 
have had a continuous sex affair with Joe and Tommy all night, had it not 
been for her girl friend, Helen, intruding. She also confessed her eagerness 
to start a sex-club for teenagers, with Joe and Tommy using her as their 
"sex target" until other girls and boys could be recruited into the club. 
Which brings us to another highly interesting subject: teenagers' sex clubs 
(the kind Wanda will help form in later chapters in this book). 

There seems no doubt that high-school sex clubs are currently on the 
increase all over the nation and, for that matter, all over the world. And 
the practices indulged in are among the most abnormal and depraved 
imaginable. In almost every culture, from Europe, Asia, and Africa, there is 
a trend among teenagers in civilized societies toward the kind of sexual 
freedom and group-sex activity that was once a distinct rarity except in the 
most impoverished low-class areas. 

Today, the excesses practiced by high-school sex clubs in posh suburbs and 
the great middle-class residential neighborhoods rival the most bizarre 
cases of group sex and teenage incest that often run rampant in the ghetto. 

And although the general liberalization of attitudes towards sexual 
relations by young and old alike is undoubtedly responsible for much of this 
club activity, there is a clear and distinct difference involved. The 
general increase in pregnancies among high-school and junior high-school 
girls, for example, stems largely from simple couple relations-either a 
"serious" love affair or outright promiscuity, but still a relationship that 
includes only two individuals. 

We hear that in many schools, something approaching a majority of the girls 
will perform oral sex acts upon certain boys they like (exampled by Wanda's 
first oralism of the boy named Tommy), that they gain a valued reputation as 
a good "hand job" or "blow job" or allow complete freedom of breast play on 
a date or in scheduled areas after school. 

But these are not group or club-like activities, the often carefully 
organized cliques that hold regular meetings, outright sex orgies, and rites 
of initiation that sometimes exceed the imaginative and innovative sex games 
of today's adult "swingers." High-school sex clubs, as opposed to general 
promiscuity among teenagers, stem from different motivational factors in 
most cases. 

Sometimes this group activity is inspired by an insatiable loneliness, a 
desperate craving for affection that no single human being can provide. As 
with many adult wife-swappers and group-sex enthusiasts, and many of the 
hippies, there is a need for intensified "togetherness," the strong feel of 
flesh upon flesh that was so vividly demonstrated by the more seriously 
disturbed and institutionalized children of "Warrendale." The alienation 
that today's emotionally unstable youth often feels simply cannot be 
satisfied or mollified by a normal boy-girl relationship but demands what 
might be termed as "total physical attention." 

This is particularly true of many teenaged girls (Wanda's case is an 
example), some of them really beautiful and already popular in the normal 
sense, who demand more attention and affection than routine acceptance and 
popularity can give them (as we'll see in Wanda's case in future chapters of 
this book). And the physical roots, the fundamental causes, of this need are 
many and varied. 

One girl feels unloved by her parents and seeks love and companionship 
through club sex. Another is smothered by too much love and affection at 
home and comes to fear parental love, perhaps associating it with the incest 
wish. Yet the need for physical love has been successfully kindled and fired 
and she thrives on being the center of attention in an environment capable 
of meeting her physical as well as her egotistic needs. 

Those teenagers raised in repressive, strict, and moralistic home 
environment often seek the very worst of the "forbidden." The attractiveness 
of evil draws them like a magnet to the high-school sex club simply because 
it is more "evil" than being generally promiscuous with one love partner at 
a time. 

Conversely, the child of permissive parents, who themselves practice group 
sex and other abnormalities, learns that he is physically capable of 
enjoying the same physical delights of depravity as his parents. And because 
of their attitude, he sees nothing wrong in the indulgence of group sex or 
club activities, so he or she either pursues or starts up such activities. 

The formation of a high-school sex club is a study in itself, and the 
methods are as varied as the clubs which emerge. Often, a single person, a 
couple, or a very small group, will deliberately plan a club arrangement and 
set out to seduce as many acceptable recruits as possible. Other clubs erupt 
spontaneously from a wild weekend party without adult supervision, and 
become organized into a regular club thereafter. 

Formerly, it was usually a boy-perhaps a dropout, older than the rest-who 
masterminded the organization of these club groups. However, today it may be 
more often the joint venture of boy and girl (which we will discuss later in 
this work), a single girl, or even a group of girls who find that sex en 
masse is the one thing that will draw attention to them and relieve their 
boredom with life. 

Lesbian and homosexual clubs also flourish on a scale far greater than ever 
before. As might be suspected, they are more common at the exclusive and 
not-so-exclusive private and military or prep schools where enrollment is 
limited to those of the same sex. Girls' schools have always been the 
setting for much lesbian fantasy and fiction, for instance, but one of the 
facets gleaned in this study reveals, in a startling behavior report, that 
there is indeed a great deal of truth to these stories. 

"Girls become more serious about their relationships," says Albert Ellis. 
"They want to become more serious and establish a meaningful relationship. 
And this can-and is-established within a club-like framework because of the 
commonality of the problem and the deep confidences and devotions, the 
affectionate feelings so many girls feel they can share with one another, 
but not with a boy." 

Unscrupulous adults are often found to be behind the formation of today's 
high-school sex clubs, particularly if they can profit both financially and 
pleasurably from such arrangements. The drug pusher, the bootlegger, the 
"dirty picture" makers, the older men who lust after very young boys and 
girls-all may gain much from helping to create a club or by infiltrating one 
that is already in existence. 

In Chicago, for example, a man owned a small drug-and-liquor store 
combination, which was near a large high school. He allowed high-school 
students to use a large back room with twin beds in it for their regular 
afternoon sex orgies. He would ply the sex-crazed teenagers with liquor or 
"pot" or both, perform deviant sex acts with them (his particular "kick" was 
cunnilingus and analingus on girls of fourteen and fifteen while being 
fellated by another of their promiscuous set), and then secretly take photos 
(stills) and movies of their girl-boy group activities on the twin beds 
through a two-way mirror affixed to the wall. He encouraged the kids to 
watch themselves in the mirror as an extra "fillip" to their hot lovemaking, 
thus directing them to play unconsciously to the "eyes" of the camera. 

With the entrance of the hippie element into some of today's high-school sex 
clubs, the usage of marihuana and psychedelic drugs has also entered the 
picture, along with the showing of "stag party" films (many procured from 
unposed-for group-sex activities as were photographed by the store 
proprietor in Chicago, who, it is understood, makes a "killing" in sales 
from his films). Although most of the drugs involved have been classified as 
physically nonaddictive, the types of teenagers who migrate to sex-club 
activities may often be the most vulnerable to psychological addiction to 
these drugs. And they may also react in strangely violent and antisocial 
manners while under their influence. Some have walked out into the streets 
naked, jumped from windows several floors high, climbed trees or scaled 
buildings in the nude, or tried sexual acts of some kind at high noon in 
public parks. 

They are looking for a way out, an escape from life. And once they discover 
that multiple, deviant sexual activities in large and exhausting doses will 
not solve their problems, but will give them even worse hang-ups, they go to 
drugs for escapist and/or supplementary "kicks." In addition to 
psychological addiction and often violent behavior that can cause physical 
injury to themselves or others, they may seek more relief in the form of the 
"hard stuff," physically addictive drugs that completely enslave them. 

From there, the road for teenagers, especially girls, leads to stealing, 
prostitution, posing for and acting in obscene photo series and movies, and 
pimping. What began as a "kick" from joining a sex club may end up in a fate 
worse than death as, for example, a beautiful 16-year-old brunette finds 
herself the complete sex-stave of a man who feeds her drugs and rents her 
out by the hour to perverts who may literally mutilate her fresh young body 
for the right price. 

There is no way to estimate, with anything approaching accuracy, the actual 
number of school youth engaged in club sexual activity today, but we do know 
that an estimated 80 percent of all males and about 40 percent of all 
females have experienced some kind of interpersonal sexual intercourse to 
orgasm between the ages of 10 and 20, the minimum and maximum ages that we 
may reasonably expect the children of today to be attending high school or 
junior high school. 

Among these, it is found that the organized group or sex club plays a vital 
part in all segments of our society, from the posh private and upper-income 
level neighborhood schools to the poorest of urban-ghetto and rural schools. 
And the case history and behavioral research contained in this work is so 
varied and complex that it almost defies classification or categorization. 

Members of a teenage sex club with boys and girls may still practice 
homosexual acts to varying degrees. Girls may form and direct a club, the 
leadership may be divided, almost nonexistent, or a club operation may be 
meticulously organized and planned down to the last minute detail. Yet each 
club with a clearly definable characteristic contains at least elements of 
so many other qualities that it is impossible to properly classify and 
categorize them for this work. 

Although it was observed that most of such activity among the vast middle 
class exists in abundance, there is a great amount of high-school sex-club 
participation in the ghetto and among the exclusive upper classes that 
demands more attention, often because of its uniqueness of quality and 
psychological motivation, the sociological influences involved, and the 
disproportionate amount of participation. 

Naturally the names of the characters portrayed in factual case histories 
have been changed to protect the innocent from undue publicity and 
embarrassment. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Richard Takes Wanda 

"They say that you become what you are because of your childhood. I don't 
know whether that applies to me or not, because I can only remember that 
when I was young we moved around a lot. My father was a radio broadcasting 
executive and was often transferred from city to city, or state to state, 
wherever one of the radio stations owned by the big syndicate he worked for 
needed bolstering up and demanded his expertise and services. Thus Mother 
was left with the task of trying to raise Paul (my older brother) and me; 
and at the same time she had to work (when she wasn't packing up to move) so 
that she could help clothe and feed Paul and me whenever Dad was on the road 
for sometimes two or three weeks at a time. 

"But we finally stopped moving around and settled down permanently in a 
small Ohio city (where we still reside today), and Paul and I finished our 
growing up and schooling here. 

"It was one real hot night in July, as I recall, after Mom and Dad had 
departed for the evening for a big dinner and awards event thrown by his 
broadcasting company, that Paul and I (I was about twelve then and he was 
fourteen) got bored of working a jigsaw puzzle together and decided to do 
something more "daring and exciting." Like, going up to my bedroom and 
playing like we were man and wife, in my bed, except with our clothes on and 
not carrying the sex thing too far to be sorry over. 

"Paul and I went up to my room, located in the front of the house where we 
can hear anybody come up outside, and got into my bed with our clothes on 
and the lights turned off. And before we could begin anything like hugging 
and kissing (like we usually did) a big thunderstorm came up; lightning 
flashed and cast its bright glare into my room and the following thunderclap 
made our house shake. 

"I'd always been deathly afraid of thunderstorms (I guess it's because my 
mother always was afraid of them, too) and every time it started to storm I 
would jump into my bed and pull the covers up over my head. And I'd say my 
prayers and lay there trembling until the storm had passed and the flashes 
of lightning and loud thunderclaps were all over. 

"So that particular night, when the storm broke so suddenly, I wrenched away 
from Paul and tugged the sheet up over my head. Paul laughed and called me a 
'big sissy,' but I didn't care. I was too scared. But when he lay flush 
against me and put his strong arms around me, I suddenly lost a lot of my 
fear and began to feel much better. Then it wasn't long before Paul's 
fingers began to move and wiggle against my front-and I liked that, too. 

"Then, for the first time since we'd played this game of 'man and wife' 
Paul's fingers fanned and closed over my titties; and because they felt so 
nice, I didn't get riled and push them away. 

"After a couple of minutes Paul snuggled even closer against my backside, 
and I could feel something stiff and hard jammed against the crack of my 
buttocks. I felt Paul pushing even tighter against me, and moving his hips 
back and forth against me. 

"Like, man, I loved it! I liked the feeling of his 'manliness' around me, 
his hands working on my titties, his hard penis (in his jeans yet) jamming 
into the crack of my fanny. 

"My body started tingling all over. I was suddenly safe and secure from the 
storm, and very warm and happy. I slipped out one arm and shoved down the 
sheet. Another flash of lightning illuminated my room, and the tremendous 
crash of thunder following it made me flip over and press close in Paul's 
arms. Several more flashes of lightning followed by peals of rumbling 
thunder shook the house, but I felt smug and safe in Paul's arms, even 
though I couldn't help trembling a little. I could also see the big bulge in 
the front of Paul's jeans and became so intrigued with it and the feel of it 
poking between my legs I nearly forgot about the storm! 

"Then Paul said softly, 'Sis, it would feel lots better if we both had our 
clothes off. I mean, more like we were man and wife-especially with this 
storm outside.' 

"As if in answer to his suggestion another bright flash of lightning lit up 
the room, the thunderclap following it frightening in the darkness. Yet, I 
wasn't afraid of the storm anymore; like I said, I was more concerned with 
that big lump in the front of Paul's jeans. 

"'What say, sis? Do we undress?' I shyly replied I didn't know and this 
seemed to give him the incentive he needed. He sat up and unbuttoned his 
shirt and took it off and flung it on the floor. Then he undid his jeans and 
slipped them off and let them fall on top of his shirt. He had taken off his 
shoes, as had I, when we first got into bed and now he lay on his back 
beside me clad only in his socks and white jockey shorts. And the bulge in 
the latter seemed greater than when it was in his jeans, and I could see it 
bounce as his muscles contracted and got it harder. 

"His brazen actions sparked the same bold challenge within me. I sat up and 
divested myself of every stitch of clothing except for my socks and panties. 
I blushed as he stared at me, as the bulge in his shorts got harder and 
longer. 'Hey, sis!' he gasped excitedly. 'You're really built!' 

"I giggled, but never once did I cover my breasts from his lusting gaze. I 
think I knew then what to expect, what each of us might expect from the 
other in a sexual way despite our youth and the fact that we were brother 
and sister. 

"'Maybe,' and I tittered softly, 'maybe I should help push off your shorts 
so's that "swelling" will feel better?' 

"Paul agreed my suggestion was a wise one, but warned me not to 'get scared 
when you see what's underneath.' I giggled again, told him I wouldn't be 
scared and started pushing down and then tugging off his jock-shorts as he 
squirmed and raised his butt and legs to help me. I then sat looking at my 
brother's big peter, standing upright from the hairy base of his body like a 
flagpole, jerking and jumping as his muscles strained each time he moved. 

"'Want to play with it?' Paul asked eagerly. I nodded, telling him I would 
play with his big peter if he in turn would play with me. He agreed 
instantly. In fact, as I sat there and gripped his peter with both hands-one 
on top of the other, like I was holding a baseball bat-and squeezed it, 
liking the feel of it in my hands, both his hands rose to my breasts and he 
began gently to squeeze them and pinch the nipples. 

"I shuddered with thrilling passion. I gently began to work one hand up and 
down on his peter, watching the skin come over its head and then expose it 
again, while I squeezed the base of it with my other hand and the place 
where the full, hairy balls joined the base of his cock. Paul moaned and 
gasped with delight and told me how wonderful I was to be cooperative like 
this, in our game of 'man and wife' which had now surpassed anything we'd 
ever done before. 

"As his hands continued to work my titties and excite me, my hands worked 
with more rapidity on him. I knew enough about the birds and bees to know 
what made babies and how, but right then I wanted to be sure what I'd heard 
was correct by making Paul shoot his load and then looking at the milky 
stuff after he did. 

"'Ohhhh, sisss!' Paul moaned out loud. 'Criminy! You-you're making me ... 
cummm!' 

"I grinned and pumped his rod harder, simultaneously cupping and pressing 
his balls and tickling underneath them with my forefinger. Paul's hands 
suddenly left my titties and he gripped the bed and half sat up as his penis 
throbbed mightily and shot forth spurt after spurt of hot, gooey, milky, 
colored semen. I used his handkerchief to catch most of it, thereby keeping 
his seed stains off my bedsheets as well as myself. I kept milking his big 
wildly throbbing prick with one hand while I held the handkerchief over its 
end and kept catching his come in it. 

"Finally Paul uttered a whooshing gasp of contented delight and flopped back 
on the bed with his hands braced behind his head. His prick was still 
upstanding, but was pretty wilted compared to the virile organ it had been 
prior to his orgasm. But it was plainly evident that he had enjoyed my 
masturbating him, and this made me feel good all over and much closer to 
him. 

"After a thorough inspection of Paul's spent seed in the handkerchief, I was 
satisfied that what I had heard was true; a boy's semen truly is what makes 
a baby. I also was satisfied we would have to be very careful in our sexual 
playing around with each other, not let things ever get out of control so we 
would forget about caution and go all the way and get me knocked up. It was 
wrong for Paul and me, as brother and sister, to be having sex relations 
with each other, let alone going all the way and-! I cringed to think what 
would hap pen if Paul got me pregnant and our folks found out. 

"'Well?' I realized suddenly that Paul was grinning as he spoke. " 'Well, 
what?' 

"" 'You ready now for me to play with you?' " 'I-I don't know. I mean, I'm 
not sure if I want to now.' 

"'Why?' There was concern in his tone. 'You're not mad because I-went off, 
are you? Like, it felt so darned good, sis, I-I just couldn't help myself! 
Besides, you didn't seem to mind, what with catchin' my come in that 
handkerchief and working my peter until it was practically dry.' 

"I didn't like his closing comment, but chose not to argue the point at this 
time. I smiled and shrugged and agreed to let him play with me. 

"Paul took me in his arms and held me close to him while his hands gently 
cruised up and down my back and over the cheeks of my fanny. I could feel 
his peter getting hard again against me, but this time it was his turn to do 
the playing bit and make me happy. 

"I caught and held my breath as I felt his hand at my hip. He pulled at it 
and I didn't resist. I turned so that I was lying on my back beside him. His 
hand fanned over the bottom of my stomach, and then his fingers wormed down 
through my pubic hairs to my cunny. It felt so good I started breathing 
faster. 

"His lips touched the side of my neck, my cheek, and then fastened on my 
mouth. I felt the tip of his tongue meet mine and opened my mouth to let him 
in. His tongue worked in and out of my mouth as I sucked on it and raked it 
with my teeth. Then his mouth left mine and fastened over the top of one of 
my tits, his tongue working the hard nipple and sending jolt after jolt of 
thrilling rapture through me. I could feel his big peter-long, hard and 
throbbing-against my thigh, but didn't play with it. I was enjoying too much 
what he was doing to me to worry about making him happy again by playing 
with his rod. 

"I relaxed and opened my legs wider. His hand slid down between them, then, 
and his finger teased my labia and clitoris a few minutes before plunging 
inside me to his knuckle. 

"My loud gasps of ecstasy were audihle in the room. I'd never experienced 
anything like this before, and Paul's finger slipping in and out of my cunny 
was doing things to me that were about to drive me out of my skull. But I 
held on; I returned passionate kiss for kiss; I started playing with his 
peter again, pumping it up and down, up and down, in time with his finger's 
movements in me. 

"Then Paul shifted a bit on the bed and started doing more things to 
me-heavenly things-to flame the fires of passion within me even higher. His 
lips moved from my titties to my stomach, then on down to my thighs ... 
until suddenly his mouth and tongue took the place of his hand at my cunny. 
His hard tongue felt much better than his finger, and I squirmed and uttered 
funny sounds of delight and my body felt hot and flushed all over. 

"'Oooooooh, Paul!' I heard my own voice cry. My legs spread out even wider, 
and I hadn't even moved them consciously. 

"I was floating on a wonderful soft cloud of ecstasy, and I felt very 
relaxed. I couldn't think too clearly. I wished I could play with Paul's big 
peter, wherever it was right then. But I could only lie back and keep my 
eyes closed as I enjoyed brother Paul's wonderful oral ministrations. 

"Then I felt a big pressure building up within me, hot and wonderful. As I 
strained and quivered to Paul's movements a sudden gush of heat and moisture 
burst in my cunny and soaked Paul and the bedsheet before I could control 
it. 

"'Awww, sis! Christolmighty-damned! You didn't have to. You could've said 
something, before you cut loose ... !' Paul was understandably angry, and I 
didn't blame him. Yet I felt so wonderful, so light and free ... I couldn't 
help but giggle at his predicament and frustration. This pissed him off and 
he got up and stormed into the bathroom across the hall from my room. He 
stayed in there a long time before he came back. I could tell from his palor 
he'd vomited and wasn't feeling well at all. But just to make him feel a 
little better, I told him I would suck off his peter if he wouldn't be mad 
at me. 

"Right away, brother Paul began an immediate process of rapid recuperation. 
Within five minutes he was smiling again and lying on his back beside me 
with a tremendous hard on. I'd never contemplated fellating a boy, much less 
my own brother, but the event about to happen excited me. I only hoped I 
remembered what I'd read in sex books about oral love, fellatio in 
particular, so that I could truly please him. 

"Paul positioned himself on his back with both pillows under his wide, 
muscular shoulders, drew his knees up slightly and parted his legs wide. I 
half knelt, half crouched between his legs, grasped the base of his 
upstanding prick with one hand, and leaned forward to cover the length and 
hot, plum-shaped head of it with lingering, tonguing kisses. With my other 
hand I fondled and squeezed his balls, gently, tenderly.... 

"I then engulfed the end of his penis and was surprised to find the 
experience highly pleasurable, although the thing was a little salty 
tasting. I recalled everything I'd read or seen about fellating a boy. and I 
now applied my knowledge on Paul. Once-twice-I squeezed his balls gently, 
then moved my sucking mouth up and down the length of his big penis, sucking 
at it hard, squeezing it and his balls gently with my hands, taking all of 
him I could hold without gagging down my throat every time he thrust upward 
with his hips. I let my tongue and teeth rake and tantalize his big cock, 
while I squeezed it and his balls as my sucking sounds got louder in the 
room. 

"Then I heard Paul moan, 'Oooooooh, sis! Manohman!' and sensed his time for 
orgasm was near. I sucked harder on his penis, until its glans swelled and 
seemed to occupy every ounce of room in my throat. And then he jerked and 
held my head hard against him as he released spurt after spurt of hot sticky 
semen down my gulping throat. I nearly choked on his torrential emission, 
but managed to swallow most of it before his peter went limp and I unmouthed 
him. 

"He was moaning and had one arm flung limply over his face as I got up and 
ran to the bathroom. I vomited all of his come up, then gargled and rinsed 
my mouth and brushed my teeth until the bad taste was gone. I returned to 
find brother Paul asleep and snoring. 

"I woke Paul up. He smiled and said, 'Wow, sis! Where'd you ever learn to 
blow a guy like that?' I told him I'd learned from reading about it in 
books; and then I asked him how he knew so much about pleasing a girl with 
cunnilingus. He blushed and confessed he'd accomplished his skill in about 
the same way I had done mine, from reading and seeing pictures of the act. 

"'Do you feel as good down there as I do?' he asked me. When I admitted it 
did feel good, he asked me if I'd like him to perform cunnilingus again. Or, 
better still, would I like to let him fuck me and really be thrilled. I 
truly wanted him to fuck me, but I was afraid of getting pregnant. I told 
Paul how I felt, and he shrugged and said he didn't think he had enough 
'juice' left in him to impregnate me with. But I remained adamant, refused 
to let him fuck me. I did, however, agree to let him tongue me off again 
providing he let me suck him off again at the same time. Or sixty-nine, as I 
had heard someone call it. To this act Paul agreed-providing I warned him in 
time to keep from being practically inundated (he was exaggerating, of 
course) by my discharge. And to this I likewise agreed. 

"After a few minutes of French kissing and feeling each other up with our 
hands we shifted on the bed until we were in reversed positions, facing each 
other. Paul's mouth worked down the front of me to my crotch, and as the tip 
of his hard tongue licked my labia I opened my legs and let my thighs 
capture his head. He started running his tongue up inside me an incredibly 
long way. He sucked and drew on my cunny until I nearly blew my mind. I 
grasped his big, hard cock firmly with both hands, eased forward and licked 
its plum-shaped head with the tip of my tongue. It must have felt good to 
Paul for his ministrations on me quickened. 

"I opened my mouth wide and lowered it onto his cock so that its head was 
down my throat and pushing on my tonsils. I worked my tongue along the full 
length of his pulsing rod, both top and bottom, pausing now and then to 
gently press the tips of my teeth into his rock-hardness. He didn't let up 
one moment on his end and kept right on thrilling me. He not only worked his 
tongue in and out of my cunny, but pulled it all the way out now and then 
only to ram it all the way up in me again. Somehow, he knew exactly what to 
do, and when. Just as I felt like coming, he'd pull his tongue out and 
tickle my anus with it, then ram it up in me again. 

"I started sucking on his cock like my whole life depended on it. My mouth 
made loud sucking sounds as I went to town on him, using my tongue and teeth 
in a gentle way to add to his pleasure. 

"Then, suddenly, in a great big surge, he shot off in my mouth. And at the 
same time he came, so did I. I gagged on his come, but managed to swallow 
most of it, which, somehow, now reminded me of the taste of tapioca pudding. 
And he did likewise to me before we both collapsed spent and tried to get 
our breaths. 

"Afterwards, Paul and I just sort of lolled around on my bed, aglow with the 
happiness we had shown each other and of the greater love we held for each 
other, too. We realized it would not be too long before our parents came 
home, so we just talked about the sex acts we'd performed on each other, how 
much we'd loved being sexually pleased in doing them, and what we'd missed 
by not having done them much sooner. And vowing that we would make up for 
lost time every time our parents went out somewhere, which was often. 

"We kept our vows and both became accomplished in the techniques of pleasing 
each other in love-play and oral sex. But that was all. Despite the 
desperate urging of Paul, I would not let him fuck me for fear of his 
getting me pregnant and, if so, what it would do to the whole family once 
Mom and Dad eventually found out. Thus Paul began dating girls at school. He 
fucked quite a few of them, each time telling me all about it in great 
detail and always winding up by boasting how he had never impregnated them 
and how silly it was for me to remain virgin when he knew how to fuck me and 
all without knocking me up. I nearly gave in to him twice, but both times 
reneged in the nick of time which made him angry yet all the more determined 
to make me give in to him. 

"I then began dating boys in my class, as well as boys in upper classes who 
were older and more experienced. My first 'good' date (where I loved and was 
loved in a car) was with a boy named Harry who wore letters for football and 
basketball as well as several gold pins for being one of our high school's 
top athletes. Harry had it bad for me, and I kind of liked him. We'd dated 
several times, but this was the first date on which we'd driven out of town 
in his car, parked, and had been totally alone. 

"Harry doused the lights. Although he left the radio on, I don't know what 
tunes were played since Harry's kisses and exploring hands did things to me 
that made pop tunes insignificant. I returned his kisses and sucked on his 
probing tongue and moaned as his hands worked under my sweater and closed on 
my bra-covered titties. He whispered nice things to me between kisses, while 
his hands made expert movements and freed me of sweater and bra. He looked 
at my bare upper torso in the soft moonlight and seemed to savor it for long 
moments before his face came against my breasts and his mouth sucked one tit 
and then the other as his tongue teased their hard nipples. 

"I shuddered with flaming passion. I boldly dropped my hand to his lap and 
squeezed the pounding hardness of him under the bulge in his pants. He 
gasped with pleasure. One of his hands went under my skirt, up between my 
thighs. I felt his fingers push aside my panties and then stroke the wet 
lips of my cunny and tease my clit. Then one of his fingers went inside of 
me to the knuckle and worked in and out, in and out, in time with my hand 
movements on his bulge. I then opened his fly and freed his big cock and 
balls and played with them gently but furiously as his ardor continued to 
fan my passion to ever greater heights. 

"'Wanda-I-I've got to have you-fuck you-now,' Harry whispered with urgency. 

"I almost froze as he said the word fuck. Yet, I was equally as hot and 
wanton as he, and decided that if he had 'protection' and was careful I 
would let him fuck me. I asked Harry if he had any rubbers. He said he 
didn't, but he would let me jack him off first, after which time it would be 
safe to fuck without fear of his impregnating me. 

"But I'd read in sex books that a boy's second orgasm was equally as potent 
as the first; for that matter any male orgasm was as potent as the first so 
long as one 'pollywog' lived to make the right contact with the egg in my 
uterus. Yet, I remembered the numerous times Paul had fucked different girls 
he'd dated (the ones he'd told me about) and had done so without 
impregnating them-after they had first masturbated him each time. 

"I was too hot to be denied my first sexual intercourse with a boy, 
especially one like Harry, who was so sweet and gentle and masterful. Thus I 
decided to first masturbate him and then let him fuck me-providing he 
'yanked' before he climaxed. But before I could tell him of my decision he 
suddenly grunted and jerked upright and I felt his big prick throb and 
pulsate as jet after jet of come spurted out of it onto my hand and arm." 

In the sex consciousness of the world we live in today, the least understood 
yet most vilified female state is the attitude called nymphomania. Almost 
universally the nymphomaniac is regarded with a mixture of awe and loathing; 
medically she is considered to be a sick person; morally a corrupt wanton; 
romantically, too much woman for any one man to handle. 

The word itself comes from the early Greek mythology, wherein a nymphe was a 
sort of inferior deity with loving ways. Mania also comes from the Greeks, 
for whom it meant, simply, madness. 

In modern psychiatry, a mania is a form of insanity characterized by great 
excitement and, sometimes, great violence. In the non-medical sense, 
however, mania is used to describe a mental attitude which is strongly 
enthusiastic. Thus, in our word nymphomaniac we bring together the qualities 
of a loving, promiscuous female and a mental attitude of great excitement or 
enthusiasm. 

In a recent crackdown on illegal prostitution in Maryland and northern 
Virginia, it was learned that the female "pros" were in reality very adult 
and promiscuous teenagers who lured unsuspecting but highly paid bachelors 
from their good jobs in the District of Columbia to a place in nearby 
Alexandria, Virginia, where 18 more young prostitutes, all in their teens it 
was later learned, were available for any and all kinds of sexual 
engagements at fees of from $10 to $25; higher if the male "client" looked 
like he could afford it. 

But the handsome older bachelors of high-paying District of Columbia jobs 
were not that dumb by far. For though the Alexandria prostitutes were richly 
endowed with just-right feminine attributes, and certainly willing and even 
pathetically eager to offer their bodies in "love," it was not hard for the 
experienced bachelors to detect that each of them lacked the hardness and 
professionalism of the full-time harlots. 

As one of the bachelors said, "Hell, they're not pros here in any sense of 
the word; they're all kids, amateurs from suburbia-Silver Springs, Be 
thesda, Chevy Chase, Alexandria, and Arlington." Result: the police raided 
the den of "prostys," hauled their parents into court to account for their 
wayward daughters' actions, then released the girls to them with the stern 
warning that if they were ever arrested again for prostitution each of them 
would be detained in custody and would stand trial for their illegal acts 
against the states of Maryland, Virginia, and the District of Columbia. 

But what of the other multitudes of promiscuous teenage girls who take such 
a delight in gambling that they, themselves, get into something so deep, yet 
so fantastically interesting and exciting, they are unable to get out 
without less than a prison term of one to two years, if they're lucky? 

In the case of Wanda, however, there is as yet no definite trend taken to 
positively indicate whether or not she is overly promiscuous instead of 
nymphomaniac, even though having been sexually satisfied orally by her 
brother, she was only frustrated by another young Lothario. 

As Wanda's case history is further revealed in this work, as her motivations 
and character trends become more and more established, it will be simple to 
understand the reasons for her promiscuous acts. 

To further understand Wanda's promiscuous-to-nymphomaniac sex-drive behavior 
the study of her will probe beyond the high-school sex club, into her home, 
and to the eventual seduction of her own father, as a means of "getting her 
own way" about going out (to attend sex-club meetings) during weekday nights 
whenever she pleased. 

A most alarming facet is that the organization of sex-club activities are 
not always performed by adult promoters using the kids as commercial "guinea 
pigs" for making them money, but by the juveniles themselves-in faithful 
imitation of the vice rings (swap clubs, etc.) set forth by their elders. 
Wife-swapping clubs for adults, for instance, has been the factor many a 
teenager's sex-club is imitated after. Naturally, none of the teenagers are 
married, but they imitate their peers and their swapping of mates 
nevertheless. This is substantiated by Freud, who states that "sexual 
dissatisfaction leads to all sorts of neuroses-namely alcoholism, insomnia, 
gambling, narcotics-yes, and even nymphomania!" 

Ironic? 

Let us again let Wanda resume telling her own story of what happened to her 
physically, mentally-and sexually-after her brother, Paul, departed for 
Marine boot training. 

"I suddenly was furious. Not because Harry had lost control of himself, but 
the way he'd done it sneaky and selfish-without saying a word. That angered 
me. Plus the fact his come was all over my hand and arm as well as my skirt 
and the car seat. I actually swore as I yanked my hand away and used facial 
tissue in my purse to wipe off with. 

"'Ah, look, Wanda. I'm sorry about that,' Harry muttered, half-apologetic. 
'I-I just couldn't help it. It felt so good.' 

"'Oh?' I snapped back at him haughtily. 'And I suppose if you had fucked 
me-slipped, like that 

-gone off in me-knocked me up-all you would say is that you were sorry, 
couldn't help it because it felt so good, eh? Baloney! You clean up, 
straighten up, and take me home, Harry! You hear? You take me straight 
home-now! We're through, man. Ended. Kaput! I never want to see or speak to 
you again!' 

"Harry drove me straight home. He was silent most of the way, but I could 
tell how upset he was by the painful look on his face. I felt kind of sorry 
for him, but didn't let him know it. In fact, when we stopped in front of my 
house I was out of his car and nearly to the porch before he could get out. 
He shrugged and got back into his car and drove away as I slipped inside the 
house and eased shut the front door. I crept up to my room without waking 
anybody, took off my clothes, and got into bed naked. I tried to go to sleep 
but continued to think of the way Harry's ardor had steamed me up, of what 
might have happened between us had he not had a premature orgasm, had he 
waited and contained himself and allowed me to masturbate him to prove his 
intentions of fucking me without knocking me up, by 'yanking' just prior to 
his climax within me. 

"My thighs and cunny were still tingling from Harry's gentle caresses, and 
just touching the latter now made my whole body feel wonderful. 

"Slowly I let my fingers explore the outline of my cunny through the 
triangle of thick curly pubic hair. I let my finger rub the sensitive lips, 
clit, and opening: and I soon discovered that one spot was more sensitive 
than the others. It was my clit. I rubbed it until I stiffened ecstatically 
while the juices released within me. I fingered my vagina and clit so that I 
came again. I then fell asleep and dreamed brother Paul and I were making 
love and then Harry took his place and fucked me like he promised he'd do. I 
awoke to find it all a dream-except the part about coming again; that had 
been for real. I silently wished I'd not been so hot-tempered with Harry. 
But I knew it was all over between us now, and I was still a virgin. 

"Paul graduated from high school and enlisted almost immediately in the 
Marine Corps. He left for boot camp, and this brought a terrible loneliness 
to me. Now there was no one to have sex-fun with when my parents went out 
for the evening, or any other time. I had to find a boy to take Paul's place 
and accepted a date with Richard, son of a wealthy man in our town. 

"Richard invited me to their country estate for a ride on the lake in his 
speedboat. I accepted, of course, and laughed and enjoyed the boat ride 
immensely, tensing up only slightly when, en route back to shore, Richard 
killed the boat's engine when we were about in the middle of the lake. 

"Richard was clad in a knit T-shirt, swim trunks, and white sneakers. I wore 
my new hot pants outfit, and I felt just about as hot as the pants. Richard 
was a fine specimen of manhood, handsome, broad-shouldered, muscular, and 
very, very sexy. The way he looked at me and smiled made me hot in the 
crotch for anything he wanted to do to me. 

"'Ah, it's nice out here on the lake, huh?' I said stupidly, knowing not 
what else to say at the moment. 

"Without answering, Richard came towards me. His hands rose and settled 
gently on my shoulders. 'You're a very beautiful girl, Wanda,' he said 
softly. 'I am?' I replied naively. 'Very,' he said. Then his hands slipped 
down my back as he pulled me gently against him. 

"As we kissed, the full length of his manly body was mashed against mine. 
His mouth had touched mine a bit shyly; but as I slipped my tongue into his 
mouth and shoved my pelvis forward, Richard became a tiger. 

"He kissed me hungrily. His strong muscular arms gripped me while he jammed 
his hardness against my stomach. I was delirious. His nude, muscular torso 
against me sent shivers of delight all over my body; and I was suddenly very 
hot and restless. Something was hurting me. 

"My hands on his hips shoved him away from me. 'Hey, hon,' he said, "what's 
wrong?' I told him one of the buttons on his trunks was jammed into my skin. 
To which he gave a wickedly wry smile and said, 'Sorry, hon. Why don't I 
just take off my trunks? That way-no buttons, only me to gouge into you.' 

"'Yes,' I agreed in a challenging manner. 'Why don't you? Furthermore, why 
don't I take off my hot pants suit, too?' 

"'Right on!' he chuckled softly. 'But don't lose anything.' 

"'Meaning?' I quipped. 

"'Meaning your hot pants. Right?' 

"I flushed. 'Right!' 

"Quickly Richard slid his trunks down his legs and stepped out of them. He 
kicked them over be side his knit T-shirt, which he'd doffed earlier. 'Now,' 
he grinned, opening his arms, 'let's take up where we left off, okay?' "We 
did. 

"We embraced; we kissed; and our hot bodies churned against each other. His 
nudity and strength, plus the heat and wanting within me, became so intense 
that I felt weak and unable to resist or even respond. My breasts throbbed; 
my thighs were on fire; and I felt the molten liquid between them. The sex 
wetness. I also felt Richard's very hard cock against my lower abdomen and 
knew without feeling it that he had the biggest dong of any boy I'd been 
with yet, including brother Paul. 

"'Wanda, I want you,' he whispered hotly. 'I-I've got to have you!' 

"'And I want you, too, Richard,' I heard my own voice replying softly. I 
want you to have me-all the way!' 

"Richard took time to spread a padded deal on the decking of his boat for us 
to lie down on. I took a good look at his tanned, muscular nudity. He was 
beautiful! His wildly throbbing cock caught my eye, and it was huge and long 
and also beautiful. I clasped it with my hand and gently squeezed it. 
'Ohhhh.' Richard groaned through clenched teeth, and I felt him shudder. 

"We settled down on the padding together and as I stretched out on my back 
Richard was already on his knees beside me, staring hungrily at my naked 
body. 'Oh, Lordy,' he muttered in a husky voice. 'You-you're great, Wanda. 
Just-fabulous!' 

" 

"Thank you,' I told him. As I gripped his arm and tugged him down on top of 
me, I added: 'No more idle talk. Just love me. Make me, and do it up good.' 

"'I will, love. Fear not!' 

"After that we got right to the business of making passionate love. And 
though we didn't talk much we were pretty noisy. We both began to pant as 
though we'd been running a race. Then as he positioned himself between my 
raised and outstretched legs and eased himself into contact with me, we both 
grunted every time he moved. 

"My body seemed to be a large mass of jelly, enclosed in a cloak of 
passionate flames. Inside I felt hungry and empty; and I had a terrible urge 
and wanting to be fulfilled. Unconsciously I squirmed my buttocks and thrust 
up my pelvis. When his hands fastened onto my breasts and squeezed I wanted 
to cry out as my passion became agony. 

"And then I felt the pressure of his hard and heated glans against my cunny. 
I gasped. I became rigid and motionless, awaiting that wonderful initial 
thrust. 

"But when it came I wasn't quite ready for it. He seemed so huge and so long 
and so hard that I was afraid my love lips might not stretch enough and 
tear. At the same moment some tiny burr in the back of my mind told me to 
stop. A part of me didn't want to continue. It was the inhibited part with 
the fear that I might get pregnant. 

"My hands went to Richard's muscled shoulders. I told him to wait, tried to 
shove him away and get him off the top of me; but seconds later my nails 
clawed at his skin. My hips squirmed and shifted as I tried to avoid his 
thrust; but they, too, began suddenly to welcome instead of repel. I shoved 
my pelvis forward and the knob of his cock slipped past my taut and hungry 
wet love lips. 

"I cried out my ecstasy and pain. It was indeed a wild, wonderful feeling! I 
lost control of my body movements because of the intense passion that 
throbbed within me. I was beginning to feel more pain. I felt as though I 
would be split in two and I gritted my teeth. I was aware that I was still 
resisting him; but at the same time I was encouraging him. 

"Suddenly I felt a sharp twinge of fire mixed with pain. There was a quick 
but violent ripping sensation inside of me and I felt a gush of heated 
wetness. I groaned and bit my tongue, positive that he must have torn me 
open. 

"Seconds later the pain had vanished. What little soreness remained became 
ecstasy; and now my body was filled with wild, wanton surges of sweet 
passion. 

"Richard was deep within me, drawing back and then pounding against me. Each 
virile thrust drove him deeper into me. With a rush the passion overwhelmed 
me and exploded beautifully. I stifled a moan and arched as semen jets 
pumped inside me. 

"The peak of my orgasm was exquisite and the effects lingered only briefly 
... as I suddenly remembered his climax in me, and back came the horrible, 
haunting fears of getting pregnant and trying to explain it to my parents, 
and my brother Paul. 

"I had wanted to give my virginity to Richard, and I had done just that. And 
though it had been one of the most beautiful and fantastic experiences of my 
life, it was also clouded with the fears of pregnancy. 

"I couldn't help myself. I started to bawl. And the more Richard tried to 
appease me the more I cried. 'Get off of me,' I told him sharply. 'llurry, 
take your dick out of me!' He complied, and suddenly I felt foolish, 
idiotic, and plain stupid. For Richard's now wilting cock was sheathed in a 
rubber at one end of which dangled the contents of the load of semen I 
thought he'd shot inside of me. I cried harder. Not with fear but with joy. 
Relief. I was not going to get pregnant after all! 

"'We'll rest, then go it again,' said Richard. But I reneged. He asked, 
'Why? Because you were a virgin? Because you're still afraid?' 

"I told him that I didn't know why I didn't want to have sex again right 
away, but that I just didn't. I then disliked his cocky, arrogant attitude 
and told him so. This made him angry and he called me a bitch. And that did 
it. I ordered him to take me home, which he gladly did, and that was my last 
date with Richard, the rich man's son-the first man to have sex with me and 
make me feel all woman. Weird." 

Girls, such as Wanda, with an exaggerated need for love and affection and an 
equally exaggerated horror of being alone and of the demands made upon them 
by sexual life, have an irresistible temptation on the one hand to realize 
the ideal of a sexual love in their lives and on the other hand to conceal 
their libido behind an affection which they can express without 
self-reproach, by holding fast to their infantile fondness, revived at 
puberty, for their parents or brothers or sisters. 

This was the reason for Wanda's incestual relations with her brother, and 
the subsequent sex relations first with Harry, who disappointed her, and 
then the rich man's son, Richard, with whom she had first intercourse, and 
who left her sexually satisfied physically but eager for more sex mentally. 
Her voraciousness for sex, once her hymen had been broken and full 
copulation made, was such that Richard was inwardly a bit frightened. The 
fears brought on by his ejaculation-the fears of getting pregnant-both 
angered and panicked Wanda out of her momentary reverie of bliss and changed 
her into an accusing angry girl, the likes of which both frightened and then 
angered Richard. He consequently took her home and did not ask her for a 
date again, even though he wanted in the worst way to have sex with her 
again. 

Petrified, Wanda later confessed she was "undecided whether or not to take 
sleeping pills in overdosage, or something," for she "just knew Richard had 
gotten her pregnant." A few days later, however, when her menstrual flow 
appeared, not only was she relieved and happy but vowed never to be so 
careless when having intercourse again with a boy. 

Her good friend, Helen, aware of the modern methods of birth control, 
introduced Wanda to the pill (which she, herself, got by prescription when 
her mother sent her to the drugstore to buy hers). Supplied by Helen 
(because she wouldn't dare try buying the pill on her own), Wanda started 
taking the pill and lost her fear of pregnancy. We now resume Wanda's case 
history. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Wanda Takes Helen's Tommy 

"Helen, the 17-year-old daughter of a prominent lawyer-politician in our 
town was my very best friend in high school. She was a cheer leader and very 
popular, as well as endowed with womanly assets arranged in a cute 34-26-34 
figure, on a five-foot-two-inch frame, topped with a pretty face, dazzling 
even white smile and shimmering raven-colored hair. She excelled at 
shorts-any kind for girls-and was an honor student. She surpassed me only in 
being an honor student, although I wasn't faraway, as I was her equal in 
everything else. Except cheer leading, and this I had not participated in 
since Paul and I 'needed each other' sexually in the afternoons after school 
(when our parents were both away) instead of joining in with school 
organizations of a 'gung-ho-for-the-team' nature. 

"Helen often got her father's car and would come by for me on afternoons or 
weekend days our parents were at home and Paul was dating or off galavanting 
with his buddies elsewhere, and we would ride out of town on the parkway and 
laugh and sing as the wind blew our hair back behind our heads in billowy, 
waving blends of honey-blonde and black. 

"We'd park in a shaded scenic spot sometimes to just talk-about everything 
from our lessons and boys and school and boys and.... 

"One day, a Saturday, when Helen was pulled off the parkway and parked under 
a shaded tree in a rest area, our conversation was about sex instead of all 
the other stuff we'd yakked about. Helen got around to asking me if I had 
ever been fucked and, if so, was it by anyone she knew. I blushed, but told 
her that I'd been fucked only once, and by whom. And how I'd felt 
afterwards, how Richard had acted so cocky and arrogant, and the rest of 
it-him taking me home and never dating me again. 

"'Would you truly want another date with him?' she asked. 

"I smilingly shrugged, said I guessed not, said that I'd wanted to rid 
myself of my hymen and he had done the job with great expertise and 
pleasure. It was then that Helen admitted she had dated Richard several 
times and that he had also fucked her, but on the third date and definitely 
not the first. She too liked his manly technique and expertise and had been 
fulfilled the same as I had been. She hadn't minded his cocky attitude so 
much, but it was when he asked her to suck him off that she made him take 
her home and broke off with him. 

"'Speaking of blowjobs," I said. 'Have you ever fellated a boy, or had one 
perform cunnilingus on you?' 

"Now it was Helen's time to blush. She shyly admitted she had allowed a boy 
to eat her once. It had felt wonderful, she said, and he had been masterful 
and gentle, but she had not been able to contain herself enough and had had 
a 'juicy' orgasm before her boyfriend could push himself away in time. 

"'Honest to God,' she said, wincing a bit. 'Frank looked like someone had 
slopped his face and neck and shirt front with a bucket of water. And smell? 
Yuk! He was madder than hell at me, and I don't blame him one bit. Why, he 
had to find a stream to wade into and wash himself-a cold mountain stream at 
that. Needless to say, that was the last date I had with Frank, and the last 
time a boy ate me.' Then she stared at me with a funny gleam in her eyes. 
'Say, have you ever tried oral sex with another girl?' 

"I felt my cheeks burn as I said, 'lleavens, no. Why, whatever pleasure 
would there be in having a girl eat you?' 

"'I don't know exactly.' Helen said, shrugging, but I've talked to several 
who have tried it, and they swear it's wonderful. And also much safer, since 
a boy usually wants to fuck afterwards, which always increases the danger of 
getting knocked up, or getting VD, or jazz like that.' 

"I somehow knew deep down what Helen was driving at but was afraid to come 
right out with it. So I took the initiative. I smiled and said, 'Do you 
suppose we, you and me, could get kicks out of eating each other?' My blood 
was pounding as I got it out. She gave me a weird look and a funny 
half-smile and said, 'Why don't we try it? We'll never know, otherwise.' 

"'Here? Like, supposing a state fuzz comes along and catches us?' 

"'Like, Daddy gave me a credit card to use, and it also can be used to 
charge a motel room. Simple?' 

"'I don't know. Won't it look funny, two kids like us renting a motel room?' 

"Helen frowned slightly. 'Yeah, I see what you mean. Okay, we'll do it like 
this. She out-lined a scheme where she would go to a motel and rent a room. 
She would wait in the room for ten minutes, then drive to wherever she left 
me off and pick me up. We would go to her room, then, and nobody would be 
the wiser. A right-on deal if ever I heard of one! 

"Sure enough, the scheme worked just like Helen said it would. And within a 
space of twenty minutes she and I were alone in the motel room and taking 
off our clothes. 

"We remembered all that we had read about cunnilingus, and now lay embraced 
on the bed putting it to application. We kissed, gently at first, then 
demandingly, letting our tongues roam and excite each other. We purred nice 
things to each other, sweet complimentary things, which helped fan our 
passions higher. Her bare breasts throbbed against mine. I touched the 
softness of her tummy-as her lips kissed my breasts and sucked their hard 
tips-and let my hand travel right on down to her hairy cunny. Man. Like, she 
moaned ecstatically! She gave my nipples several teasing nips and brought 
gasps of pleasure from me, too. 

"I reached down and held her nice fanny, then parted her shapely thighs. She 
moaned. I whispered : 'Ready, sweetie?' She nodded her dark head vigorously. 
We shifted around on the bed until our bodies were reversed. I continued to 
finger her cunny and she did the same thing to me. Then I leaned forward and 
made contact with my mouth. I felt her do likewise and couldn't help the 
excited gasp that escaped my parted lips. 

"I spread her lips open and used the tip of my tongue to tease them and the 
marble-hard clit, which excited her and her pelvis hunched right up at me. I 
felt her tongue doing things to me-nice things I never believed possible for 
a girl to do to another girl-and hardened my tongue and buried it deep 
inside her cunny. It didn't taste good; but it didn't taste bad, either. I 
stuck strictly to the physical task of sexually pleasing my best girl 
friend. And she must have ascertained similar thoughts, because she started 
going all out to please me, too. 

"When Helen came, she grunted and cried out her ecstasy. She also scratched 
the dickens out of my fanny and thighs in her excitement. But I didn't mind. 
When I came it was almost the same, except that I kept coming longer, and I 
found myself unconsciously raking Helen's smooth skin with my nails in my 
ecstatic bliss. 

"For a long time we lay there, getting our breaths, savoring the intimate 
taste of each other and letting our passions subside before we said 
anything. Helen was the first to speak. 'Honey,' she purred, pecking my 
check after having washed up in the bathroom and gargled, 'I didn't know 
anything could be so fantastically wonderful! 

And I mean it, when I tell you that no boy has ever fulfilled me like you 
just did.' 

"I couldn't help my appreciative flush. I pecked her cheek and thanked her, 
assuring her she more than adequately fulfilled my sex desires as well. 
However, I did not say she had pleased me better than any boy, because it 
was not true. Paul had been a bit better than Helen. But she had done a 
better pleasing job on me than Richard, and that I admitted to her. 

"We decided not to engage in further lesbian acts for the time being, 
however, fearing the sexual prowess we bestowed upon each other would rob 
our appreciation for sex relations with boys. And Helen had a fairly 
steady-but unpinned-boyfriend named Tommy whom she was now allowing to fuck 
her every other date or so and she didn't want to become 'estranged' toward 
him. Too, there were a lot of lesbos at our school, and we didn't want any 
gossip to get started that she and I were 'that way' about each other. 

"We'd heard talk there was a sex club forming if enough kids of both sexes 
were interested. But I guess it was just someone trying to evesdrop on 
conversations to see if enough interest was prevalent to form such a club. 
Apparently the idea was a bust, for the rumors stopped a few weeks later. 

"I got a long letter from brother Paul about that time, and could tell how 
changed he seemed to be. He used a lot of cuss words to express himself, 
seemed cocky and arrogant but with a fierce sense of esprit de corps 
instilled in him by his boot camp DI. I had to giggle once. He said how 
lonesome he was, how much he missed all of us (me especially)' and how 
'loaded' he was for *bear* that weren't around Parris Island-which was his 
way of telling me he was hardup for a sex orgy with me. Nevertheless, I 
mentally resolved to remain adamant about his fucking me-unless he used a 
rubber, and in view of things-a strong one! 

"I hadn't dated a boy since Richard, so Helen arranged a "blind date' for me 
with a boy named Joe. I would be Joe's date and she and Tommy would 
double-date with us. I agreed, holding reservations about my blind date. 

"The double date that Saturday night was to a drive-in movie. 

"It turned out that Joe was surprisingly handsome and had long, wavy 
blondish hair, blue eyes, and a trim, muscular physique which any athlete 
would have envied. He was older then Helen and me, or her date, Tommy, and 
possessed that older suave manner which flattered me and turned me on, in 
that order. 

"Joe, it turned out, was 20, was a dropout who had gotten himself a job in a 
gas station and thus had some extra bread to spend. We went to the drive-in 
in Joe's car, a sleek-looking, gold '68 Ford. And right away I could see 
Helen's green eyes turn even greener with envy as she too got better 
acquainted with Joe. Man, he was the most! 

"Anyway, we went to this drive-in movie on the edge of town, an X-rated twin 
bill affair where the management wanted your dough more than your I.D. and 
right age. Joe paid for everybody, then drove his car to a secluded spot on 
the back row and parked beside a speaker. He killed the engine and parking 
lights, and his arms were around me before I could even mention anything 
about hauling in the speaker so we could hear. But, to be honest, from the 
moment his arms encircled me and he kissed me I never did know what the two 
films were about that night. 

"Joe French-kissed me in a way that sent me and nearly didn't bring me back. 
I'd never until then been French-kissed like that before, where the boy's 
tongue worked like a boy's penis. Weird. But when Joe kissed me like that, I 
melted. 

"But I didn't let on for a minute to Joe how good his kisses were and how 
they steamed me up. I responded by sucking his probing tongue, raking it 
gently with my teeth, and then drove my own tongue deep inside his mouth and 
wormed it all around to get him as excited as he'd gotten me. 

"Then, suddenly, I wanted Joe to fuck me; I mean I really wanted him, and if 
he'd fucked me then and there he wouldn't have met with the slightest bit of 
resistance from me whatsoever. 

"I felt the hot wetness around my cunny. I was wearing a knit pullover 
blouse and a skirt, bra and panties. I never wore slips unless I really 
dressed up to go somewhere special. I was trembling all over, and I guess I 
was starting to make some kind of weird noises, because Tommy said something 
from the back seat and Joe chuckled softly. 

"I was up against Joe, you know, just twisted around in the front seat and 
laying flush against him, from thighs to shoulders. We went into another 
long tongue-wrestling clinch and Joe's strong hot hands pulled up my blouse 
and unclasped my bra. He did it gently, easily, I mean just click-snap and 
my bra was loose and riding down my arms. Then his big hot hands began 
squeezing my titties, first one and then the other, while his fingers worked 
at the hardened nipples. All of this, while he continued to French-kiss me! 

"I got so hot for him I started to shake. I couldn't hold still, so I drove 
my hips back and forth against him, moaning every time his big hard on 
pushed into my belly. like I said, I was no longer a virgin, but letting Joe 
make love to me like this made me feel different-different than anything I'd 
ever felt before. I mean, man, what he was doing to me was even better than 
when Paul and Harry and Richard and Helen had sexually pleased me-and he, 
Joe, hadn't even progressed that far yet! 

"Then Joe would unhand my titties every so often and fan one of his hot 
hands down over my tummy, down inside the elastic band of my panties, where 
his fingers would pause to toy around with my curly pile of pubic hair. His 
other hand would run up and down my back, and around, to squeeze my titty 
again. I made funny sounds and my body jumped and jerked with the blazing 
passion I had for him. Then his hand went all the way down into my crotch 
and one of his fingers gently caressed the lips of my cunny and toyed with 
my clit, before it finally eased up inside of me, all the way to his 
knuckles, and started to work in and out of me. 

"I know everybody in the car could hear me gasp and moan my appreciation of 
what Joe's finger was doing to me, and I didn't care. I didn't care if the 
whole damned world heard me-so long as he kept on pleasing me! 

"Perhaps instinctively, I reached out and down and squeezed the big lump in 
the front of Joe's pants. I heard his sharp intake of breath and knew that 
he liked for me to play with him. His finger in me moved more rapidly and my 
hand did likewise to the bulge in his pants. 

"Then Joe suddenly eased me over a bit on the seat and slid out from beneath 
the steering wheel. He hauled me flush against him, and forced my legs 
apart, so that the big bulge in his pants pushed against my crotch 'Ohhh, 
baby!' he whispered hotly in my ear. I gotta have you baby, all the 
way-now!' 

"I kissed him harder and gave his big cock a harder caress. I was too 
emotionally choked up to say anything, so I just vigorously nodded my 
assent. He got both his hands up underneath my skirt and peeled my panties 
off. I lifted my fanny a bit to help him, at the same time unzippering his 
fly, and used both hands to push down his jockey shorts and expose his 
pounding big penis and full hairy balls. 

"Joe's finger went to work in my cunny again, in and out, in and out, until 
I suddenly got this familiar funny feeling inside, one I couldn't seem to 
control. A little more fingering on Joe's part and I was jerking and 
twitching and gasping as things inside me loosened and got his hand and the 
seat wet as they rushed out of my cunny. 

"I heard Joe mutter a cuss word or two and reach for his handkerchief. But I 
didn't care. I felt too wonderful. I could only think of how wonderful he'd 
made me feel and how wonderful I now in tended to make him feel in return. 

"I pumped on his big penis with one hand while caressing and tickling his 
balls with the other. I heard Helen say something from the back seat but was 
too intent upon pleasing Joe to pay her any attention. I stared down and 
watched my hand move up and down on his big penis, watched the skin move 
back and forth over the plum-shaped head. And then, suddenly, I just 
couldn't resist the urge to bend down and kiss his cock, up and down the 
vein-gorged shaft, all over the hot glans, as my hand continued to squeeze 
and pump its base. I knew how much Joe enjoyed what I was doing by the sighs 
and sounds of ecstasy he uttered, and the way his body jerked and trembled 
and his hips moved as my lips touched him. 

"I knew if I kept playing with Joe's genitals he would soon shoot off, maybe 
all over me. I didn't want to get mussed up, so I let Joe push me back 
against the door on my side, and opened my legs wide as he eased forward. I 
thought about asking him if he had any rubbers, if he wanted me to 
masturbate him first, but was too enthralled with his masterfulness to think 
of anything except what was happening. I felt the big head of his prick 
against my cunny, and then felt it enter my body and gorge my vagina clear 
to his balls. I head my own voice making with ecstatic sounds of love as I 
moved my pelvis in time with his lunges. I gripped his hips and thighs to 
control the depth of his lunges inside me. I'd once heard a girl say that 
her boy friend had fucked her and that his big cock had 'hit bottom' and it 
had hurt her. I didn't want Joe hitting bottom and hurting me, but despite 
my attempts to control the depth of his virile plunges he did hit bottom in 
me twice, anyway, and, surprisingly-it didn't hurt a bit! 

"Then that funny feeling tickled my insides again and built higher and 
higher until it released-just as Joe's cock spurted jet after jet of hot 
semen in me. Then Joe's penis collapsed, like, I mean immediately, and 
slithered out of me. Then he was just hunched over in a sitting position 
between my legs, panting hard against my breasts. 

"I pushed Joe back and eased away from him and sat up and started smoothing 
out my blouse and skirt. I was also afraid now, having lost my head and 
allowed him to go off in me without wearing a rubber. Or yanking. It was 
also then that I heard Helen and Tommy-with voices low-arguing. Tommy kept 
saying, 'Well, they did it, didn't they? So why can't we do likewise? Huh?' 
I guess Helen had chickened out about letting Tommy fuck her or something. 
Anyway, she opened the door and jumped out of the car and headed off toward 
the restrooms. Poor Tommy was sitting back there cussing under his breath. I 
glanced back and saw his prick was out and standing tall and proud like a 
flagpole. It looked longer and bigger around than Joe's, and even the head 
of it looked bigger. I couldn't help but smile at him. 

'I'm sorry, Tommy,' I said, or something like that. And I truly did feel 
sorry for him, for I'd learned much earlier from brother Paul what a 
'stone-ache' does to a boy, how much it hurts. 

"'Hey,' chirped Tommy, 'if Joe, there, don't mind, maybe you could do 
something to help me,' he said to me. I blushed, noted the sly wink he gave 
Joe. 

"I looked at Joe. He smilingly shrugged, left it strictly up to me. 

"Then Tommy reached over the seat and grabbed my hand. He was in a bad way, 
he really was. He didn't say anything else to me, but I knew what he wanted. 
I climbed into the back seat with Tommy and started playing with his big 
cock and balls while he held me close. I think all I had in mind was to help 
him with my hand, you know, masturbate him. He was Helen's boy friend, after 
all. 

"I started to pump his big rod and squeeze his testes while he leaned back 
and started bumping his hips up and down in time with my hand movements. He 
muttered all kinds of nice things to me, and then started playing with my 
bare titties underneath my blouse. His hands weren't as big and strong as 
Joe's, but they did the right things to get me hotter than hell in a hurry. 
So hot, in fact, I forget. I leaned down and started kissing his prick and 
balls. 

"I thought Tommy was going to blow his mind-let alone his peter-when I ran 
my lips up and down his vein-gorged manly staff and sucked on the head of 
it-all the time squeezing the base of him with one hand while my other 
pressed and cupped and tickled his balls. Then Tommy's hips started to 
violently buck up and down as he drove more and more of his penis deeper in 
my throat. I'd forgotten about Joe, even Helen, momentarily in my reverie of 
pleasing Tommy-until I suddenly felt Joe's big prick lance into my cunny 
from behind, and realized he was in the back seat sharing me now with Tommy. 

"I timed my bobbing head and sucking with each lunge Joe made into me from 
behind, using both hands to increase Tommy's passion while Joe's big hands 
now cupped and squeezed my tits and moved their hard nipples. Man! Like, I 
was about to go out of my ever-loving mind with sexual ecstasy! 

"Then I suddenly felt Tommy give a hard jerk, felt his thigh muscles go 
tense as his hips jabbed upward and forced even more of his cock down my 
sucking throat. I also felt Joe give a funny jerk and felt him tremble as 
his lunges into me became harder, more frantic. And I also felt that 
familiar funny tingling deep within myself and realized we were all going to 
share a climax at about the same time. 

"Tommy's hands held my head as he tugged downward and simultaneously jerked 
his hips upward as he came in my mouth. I gagged and choked on his jetting 
come, letting most of it run back out of my mouth onto his crotch and thighs 
even though I did manage to swallow a couple of big mouthfuls. I felt Joe 
balloon up big inside my cunny and shoot off, his come feeling like a hot, 
squirting hose inside me. At the same time I, too, came and gave Joe's big 
cock a real milking time of it, until it softened in our combined juices. 

"Tommy sat upright, cussing. He suddenly realized I'd let his come and my 
saliva saturate him good, and now he was trying to clean himself as best he 
could before Helen returned. I was trying to get myself cooled down and calm 
so I could straighten my clothes and get back in the front seat-when Helen 
returned. 

"She opened the back door, causing the dome light to fully illuminate 
everything, and saw instantly what the score was. She literally pulled me 
out of the car, gripped my upper arms, and cussed me out, but good. Not for 
having my sex kicks, mind you, but for satisfying her Tommy. She felt-and 
rightfully so-that whatever sex in our party he got should be meted out to 
him at her convenience, not mine. Then she whopped my butt and told me to go 
to the ladies' room and clean myself up, that I looked like hell. 

"I went to the ladies' room and cleaned myself up. Some other girls were in 
there, and they whisperingly made some sly comments about menone any good, 
to be sure. When I looked at myself in the mirror I saw what Helen meant 
when she said I looked like hell. Man. Like, I was a mess! 

"My makeup was smeared all over my face. My lipstick was gone, and dried 
come was on my lips and chin. I must have cried at one time or other in my 
sexual ecstasy in the car, because now my mascara was streaked. My 
honey-blonde hair looked like a bird's nest after a violent storm; my blouse 
and skirt were hideously twisted and wrinkled and soiled with dried semen. 
There was loose dust and grit and stuff all over the back of my clothes; and 
a lot of Joe's come had dribbled down the insides of my thighs and dried. 

"After the other girls left the room I locked the door and got busy cleaning 
myself with soap and water. I went to the toilet and urinated, afterward 
sloshing myself with cold water, cleaning out my cunny and washing all the 
dried come off me as well. I felt much better, even though weaker and 
exhausted. I combed my hair and reapplied makeup. I then returned to the car 
and slid into the front seat beside Joe. 

"Helen and Tommy said little and stared stonily at the screen ahead of us. 
It was evident from their expressions that Helen had told them what she 
thought, so nobody had anything to say. Helen wasn't speaking to me, and as 
soon as I got back in the car Joe started it and wheeled out of the drive 
in. We drove to Helen's house first and let her out. Tommy wanted to escort 
her to the door, but she refused him and made the short trip by herself in a 
haughty, angry manner. Once she had departed, the tension in the car seemed 
to ease. 

"We drove about a block further, and Joe stopped the car and asked me if I 
had anything left in me. I asked him what he meant (playing naive). He said 
he and Tommy were ready for more sex if I was, but, if I wasn't right then, 
he knew some more guys who would love to be cut in on the thrills' I put 
out. I wasn't that dumb. I recognized the pitch to start up a sex club, but 
with myself as the sex target for about five or six guys until they could 
get more girls to join up. 

"It deep down kind of thrilled me to think that I was that good pleasing men 
sexually, but I didn't let it show. Not right then, anyway. I told Joe 
thanks, but no thanks. Besides, I didn't like the way he asked me; he was 
too smart-alecky about it. I told him just to take me home, and he did. Then 
he and Tommy drove away after I was safely in the house. 

"I was thankful that my parents were asleep, that brother Paul was now 
faraway at Parris Is land. It would be most embarrassing for any of them to 
wake up and confront me right now, still disheveled despite the fact I'd 
reapplied makeup and combed my hair. My knit blouse and my skirt were still 
badly wrinkled, stained and dirty. Besides, I'd forgot and left my bra and 
panties in Joe's car. I ironically mused over the fact of how he'd collected 
two nice souvenirs from our first (blind') date. 

"Like I said, I was afraid of waking my parents if I took a bath or 
anything, so I crept upstairs to my room, took off my clothes, and crawled 
into bed. Then I lay there for hours thinking about what had happened to 
me-and how much I'd loved every moment being a sex-cat to two men. It was 
all so wonderful a feeling it gave me goose bumps thinking about it. And 
goose bumps on goose bumps realizing I wanted more sex with Joe and Tommy, 
even if it meant helping to start a sex club with them to get what I wanted. 
I should have been satisfied with what had already happened to me sexually, 
but I wasn't. I knew then and there that I truly could have gone on that way 
with Joe and Tommy all night long, had it not been for Helen breaking us up. 
I had a hunch that Joe and Tommy soon would be calling me to ask for another 
'date' to the drive-in movie. And I knew I would not refuse a date with 
either or both of them so long as they used what sexual prowess they 
possessed to sexually satisfy me...." 

Some teenagers, according to Albert Ellis (What Is Normal in Sexual 
Behavior?), who regard themselves as free and emancipated, engage in one 
love affair after another. Actually they are promiscuous young people, such 
as Wanda has been thus far, who are enslaved by unconscious childhood needs. 
In a recent study of unwed teenage parents it was found that many of the 
boys expressed concern because there was so little pleasure for them in the 
sexual act, and, similarly, it is well known that promiscuous girls usually 
experience very little sexual feelings, if any, but are in reality looking 
for mother-love from men. In other words, all they truly enjoy of the sexual 
relationship with a boy is the fondling and caressing which unconsciously 
represent maternal affection. 

According to discoveries by Martin-Johnson, any woman young or old should be 
capable of the degree of sexual response and satisfaction that Wanda 
experienced with Joe and Tommy. Yet by her own admission later that same 
evening, she had not been sexually sated fully, merely temporarily. She 
admitted she would have held a continuous sexual affair for the remainder of 
the night with her two Lotharios, had it not been for the sudden return of 
her best friend, Helen. She also expressed eagerness to help her three 
friends form a high-school sex club, even using herself as "bait" to lure in 
the male clientele. 

In Ellis's Encyclopedia of Sexual Behavior the formation of a teenage (or 
high-school) sex club is described as a study in itself, and the methods 
used are often as varied as the clubs that emerge. Often a single person, a 
couple, a threesome or foursome (both sexes in each case) will deliberately 
plan a sex club arrangement and set out to seduce as many recruits ,as 
possible. Other clubs thus erupt spontaneously from a wild weekend party, 
without adult supervision-usually held at a club member's house where the 
parents have gone away for the weekend-and organize into a regular club 
thereafter. 

Formerly, it was usually a boy, perhaps a youth already out of school, who 
masterminded the organization of these clubs. However, today it may be more 
often a joint-venture of a boy and girl, or two boys and a girl, or two boys 
and two girls who discover that sex en masse is the one factor that will 
cause attention to them and relieve their "boredom" in life. 

Freud showed that sex involvement by teenagers is not a subject for news 
making; instead, he found that the sexual abnormalities practiced by the 
teenagers at sex-club meetings was the basis for "hot" news stories. He 
found that other teenagers not involved in a sex club but who were 
nonetheless exposed to the news about the abnormal sex their kind were 
indulging in made them naturally curious. They read the sensational 
newspaper accounts, and heard them in newscasts on both radio and 
television. They wondered about the alleged "new thrills" experienced by 
teenage sex-club members during sex orgies, and then decided to try the "new 
ways" themselves. "After all," as one young man put it, "if the others did 
it and had fun, then it must be just that-fun. Right?" 

Brought out in M.S. Wolfgang's Male & Female Sexual Deviations is the case 
history of a 15-year-old girl who had experienced sex relations with a dozen 
boys and, to make matters even more startling, had induced her 12-year-old 
sister to join the same "Share the Mate Club" she belonged to. 

One of the members of the club was a 14-year-old girl who had 
eavesdropped-unknown to her parents or their friends during a wild weekend 
party-to watch a colored "stag" film shown as a stimulus for further adult 
sexual activities. Unnoticed, this young girl had slipped into the darkened 
room and watched the entire stag film. It was later found that the young 
girl was not in the least shocked at what she saw but, rather, was 
intrigued. 

Lacking any form of sex education at home or at school, what the girl saw 
created a deep and impressionable interest in her. She was both intrigued 
and curious, and told her girl friends at school about it. This is all it 
took. From then on all the abnormal sex acts the girl had seen in the stag 
film were practiced by the teenagers' sex club she had been induced to join. 
By the time the girl graduated from high school, it was learned, there was 
not one sex act which she had not submitted to and, apparently, enjoyed. 

In one police department's juvenile files there is the case of a juvenile 
"sex cult" of around 150 members of both sexes. Initiation rites for a 
female member required that she fellate the male president of the club while 
the rest of the members watched. It also required as an added initiation 
rite that new female members perform cunnilingus on the vice-president of 
the club (always a female in this instance). For a male to join the club, 
his initiation rites consisted of (1) Performing cunnilingus on the female 
vice-president, (2) filiating the male president, and (3) having sexual 
intercourse with female virginal applicants (which all new female members 
were required to be). All of this, while the rest of the club members 
watched and, properly stimulated, engaged in a mass orgy after the rites of 
initiation were over. A young devirgined female member was then likely to be 
sexually seduced in a variety of ways by both males and females present, 
until she was too exhausted to continue, at which time a club member (male) 
would be "designated" by the president of the club to take her "home." This 
latter was usually a motel room where, after a rest and restimulation of the 
girl by alcohol, marihuana, amphetamines, etc., additional sexual activities 
would take place. Later, usually before dawn, the girl was either taken to 
her home or left off a block away, the trick of "sneaking in" without 
parental detection being left strictly up to her. 

Similarly, the "initiated" new male member to the club would have the 
privelege of seducing and being seduced by other female members (or by other 
willing male members, if he so desired) in a variety of normal and abnormal 
ways. Most virile male initiates "loved" to be fellated by a woman or two of 
their choice, and equally "loved" sodomizing her afterward, when their sex 
drives had fully recuperated from the initial "drain." Once exhausted, they 
were "delivered" to their homes, or near them, by females (who usually 
depleted them more by performing fellatio on them in the car while en route 
to their homes). 

From juvenile files came another teenage sex club case involving a 
15-year-old white girl and a 16-year-old Negro youth, who were discovered by 
a night watchman in the cab of a truck owned by one of the particular 
state's largest milk companies. Both the girl and Negro youth were partially 
unclad, the girl busily performing fellatio on the young man when 
discovered. The teenagers were apprehended and a further probe was made. The 
authorities uncovered a teenage sex club of 120 members, male and female, 
white and black. Their regular meeting place, ironically, was the milk 
firm's parking lot and the cabs of the fleet of trucks provided ample 
seclusion for their sex acts. But the basic idea behind the club was of a 
nonracial nature, the white girls pairing with black boys to perform 
abnormal sexual acts with each other, which to them stressed the concept of 
"God's" will that all His children are equal, with no prejudices of race, 
color or creed shown by the club's members. 

In Wanda's situation thus far, it has been definitely determined that she is 
a promiscuous girl truly bordering on the precipice of becoming a 
nymphomaniac. Her condition was begun with incestual relations with her 
older brother, with male classmates at her high school when her brother 
departed for boot training in the Marine Corps, leaving her alone and with 
fears she could control only by having sex relations with boys. 

Though Wanda experienced many sexual orgasms, none were of lasting 
satisfaction to her, but were temporary stopgaps between her sexual affairs 
instead. Thus convinced that becoming a member of a teenage sex club 
consisting of kids from her high school was an outlet she needed for sating 
her sex drives, she was eager to help organize it and "get with it." 

The forming of the teenage sex club of students from Wanda's high school is 
continued in her revealing narration. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Five Boys and Nine Girls Makes the Club 

"It took a couple of days before Helen finally came around to talking to me 
again. We lingered in the library after regular study-hall period and Helen 
apologized to me for being angry that night at the drive-in, explaining that 
she knew how horny Tommy was but that she didn't want to start an orgy by 
allowing him to fuck her since this was my date with Joe, and a 'blind' date 
at that. 

"But she admitted that when Joe started making passionate love to me, right 
off, and I responded to it, she almost let Tommy have what he wanted. 'I 
held off for fear our double date would end up in a swap-fest,' Helen said, 
'and that you might blame me, even hate me, for it later.' 

"I reassured Helen that nothing could ever make me hate her, that we were 
too close for hating each other and that our past sex-acts together should 
prove it. She agreed, then right off asked if I wanted to double-date again 
for the drive-in that Saturday night. She said that Joe and Tommy had 
something important to discuss with the two of us, and that it might prove 
'both interesting and very exciting!' I naturally agreed to the date, 
certain I already knew what the 'important something' was that the boys 
wanted to discuss with Helen and me. 

"We went to the same drive-in that Saturday night, but we didn't stay very 
long. Just long enough for Joe and Tommy to present their 'something 
important,' which turned out to be a motel room they had rented for the 
night in which they had stocked some beer, liquor, soft drinks, and a 
projector and film they knew we would 'get a thrill' out of seeing. 

"Since my parents were away for the weekend and Helen's were partying 
somewhere and wouldn't be home until the wee hours, we agreed that the idea 
Joe and Tommy had come up with might be just the thing to get us started on 
a sex orgy that would offer plenty of thrills and excitement for all of us. 

"I was insistent upon one other important thing, however, which was to find 
out if they brought along a supply of rubbers to safeguard impregnating 
either Helen or myself. Joe grinned and patted his hip pocket, and so did 
Tommy. I flushed, exhaled a barely audible relieved sigh. 'On, James,' I 
chided Joe. 'On to our motel boudoir for the matinee and drinkees and ... 
those important somethings you mentioned.' 

"The boys had rented the motel room ahead of time, so there were no 
questions asked by the management when we got there. It was just a simple 
case of driving to the right cabin-number 13, of all things!-getting out of 
Joe's car, and going inside. Then Joe locked the door and drew the blinds 
while Tommy snapped on the lights. 

"Joe had placed an ice chest containing two cartons of beer on the floor 
inside the shower stall. There was a soft-drink machine and ice machine a 
few doors from the cabin, which made for our convenience. 

"While Joe readied the projector, Tommy opened beers for all of us. I'd 
never drank beer before, but found it cool, good-tasting, and invigorating. 
In fact, I had finished two cans of the cold stuff before Joe finished with 
the projector and opened one for himself. 

"Tommy doused the lights and the four of us, after moving the bed back 
against the far wall, sat on the floor and stared at the near wall on which 
the all-color characters in the film were projected. Joe sat close with his 
arm around me, as did Tommy with his arm around Helen. 

"Into the scene on the screen walked a tall woman with flowing blonde hair, 
much the color of my own. She wore a long, black negligee, and the contours 
of her lushly proportioned body gleamed through its folds. She had long, 
magnificent legs, swelling to lush thighs and fully rounded hips. She was a 
big girl, and the long globes of her breasts were such that both Joe and 
Tommy leaned forward to stare intently. 

"The stunning woman walked silkenly to the couch in the sparsely furnished 
room, sat down upon it and crossed her legs. The gown parted to reveal the 
entire front of her body, and suddenly I felt Joe tense up slightly and move 
his hand down onto my breast. He started squeezing my breast and working its 
hard and erect nipple. I moaned with pleasure, pressed more firmly against 
him. 

"The blonde in the film reached for a perfume bottle on the table beside the 
couch. She unstoppered it, and touched the fragrance to her ears, throat, 
and the deep, long shadow between her great, firmly up-lifted breasts. With 
a little sighing look, she touched a finger to the bottle and drew it up the 
long, swelling velvet inside her thighs, then caressed the golden curly bush 
of her pubic hairs. 

"Joe's hand was working my breast and doing things to me, nice things like 
brother Paul's hands used to do to me. I shot a quick glance at Helen and 
Tommy, He was undoing her blouse to better play with her titties while he 
stared at the screen and she had her eyes half shut in ecstasy as her hand 
in his lap got more active. 

"I shuddered with passion. I put my hand on Joe's thigh, caressed it 
lightly, then moved my hand into his lap to cup and squeeze his manly bulge. 
He gasped with delight, but did not for a second tear his eyes from the 
screen. 

"The film showed the blonde woman alone in the apartment for another moment 
or two. Then she got to her feet and walked smoothly to a door at one side, 
closing the gown around her voluptuous body as she did so. She opened the 
door. A man in a topcoat and hat stood there, smiling. He was tall, dark, 
handsome, and well-built. He smiled at the blonde and she motioned him into 
the apartment. He complied and she immediately went into his arms, clinging. 

"Then the blonde pushed the man back slightly, laughing. She helped him 
remove his coat and hat. She led him to the couch. They sat close together 
and embraced in a long, bruising kiss. An extreme zoom close-up showed the 
blonde's tongue working inside his mouth. Another showed his hand part her 
gown and cup and caress the huge globe of her breast, tickling and pinching 
the big, straining, dark nipple until it was so taut it seemed ready to 
burst. A medium-long shot was" next: lips parted in desire, the blonde began 
to undress her handsome young Lothario. 

"She did it slowly, teasingly, kissing and licking him as she did so. I now 
had Joe's big cock exposed and pumped it with my hand while his one hand 
worked both my titties while his other hand stole down and up between my 
legs, fingers searching, finding, and entering my wet-hot and waiting cunny. 
I couldn't help the trembling sigh that escaped my lips. I couldn't help 
tearing open the front of Joe's shirt and kissing his chest and hard-muscled 
stomach as he continued to play with me and stare at the screen on the wall. 

"The lovemaking on the screen was now proceeding with both variety and 
intensity. The young man ministered to the blonde woman in some of the 
oldest and most secret ways, and she writhed with delight. It was a clearly 
zoomed-in sequence when he sucked on her clitoris and brought her to an 
agonized spasm of sheer pleasure. 

"But the man still had not had his orgasm, so now it was the blonde's turn 
to make love to him. She held his big cock firmly in one hand while her 
other caressed his large, sperm-filled balls. Her teeth parted to make way 
for her tongue and she lowered her head between his thighs. She first ran 
her lips to the thick base of his upstanding member, parting his curly black 
pubic hairs with the tip of her nose. Turning her head sideways she pressed 
her lips against the throbbing penis and kissed it at the base, sucking at 
the blood-filled veins that looked like they were about to burst from his 
raging desire. 

"Her tongue snaked its tip out from between her even-white teeth and tested 
the pulsating flesh, probing at its heated firmness. Still using her hands 
on him, she raised her head slightly like a cat nibbling on sweet catnip, 
licking slowly up and down with even, flowing movements. 

"Joe's hands were driving me out of my ever-loving skull. His hands 
alternated squeezing my titties and tweaking their hard tips and the two 
fingers of his other hand moved in and out of my cunny in a way that made my 
pelvis rise and fall against his hand and made my vaginal muscles milk his 
fingers as if they were his big penis deep within me. 

"I pressed even closer to Joe and helped push his jeans and jock-shorts down 
to his knees so I could have more freedom to play with him with both hands. 
I glanced at Joe's face. His eyes were riveted on the happenings on the 
screen, but his facial expressions portrayed the supreme pleasure he was 
having from the touch of my hands. I looked down at his big cock. I could 
see the plum-shaped swollen head even in the room's dimness, could see the 
veins stand out like I'd seen the blood-filled veins of the screen 
Lothario's stand out. I shot another quick glance at the screen. 

"While the blonde cradled the man's balls in her hands and gently fondled 
them and stretched the skin, her tongue worked up to the overhanging head of 
his smooth rubbery head, and with two quick strokes she licked her way 
around his cock to the V on the underside. Then the hard tip of her tongue 
found the fine line from the V to the small hole on the tip of the head and 
teased in and out of it like the flicking tongue of a serpent. 

"A zoom shot showed the blonde purse her lips as she kissed the head of his 
cock, sucking hot steaming air into her mouth and making what looked like a 
light, low whistle with her lips. She then lowered her head slowly, a 
fraction of an inch at a time, opening her mouth a little wider, never once 
lifting her lips from the throbbing glans. Then slowly, ever so slowly, she 
enfolded her lips around the head of his cock until it was entirely closed 
within the confines of her puckered mouth. 

"I became transfixed to the technique of the blonde, despite the fact Joe 
was about to bring me to orgasm with his hands. I planned to do to Joe 
exactly what the blonde was doing to her man, but I wanted to be sure I 
copied her every technique so that I could even elaborate with a few 'extra' 
techniques of my own to add to Joe's pleasure. 

"Now the blonde's tongue mixed her man's seeping love juices (as zoom 
close-up so clearly showed), lubricating the smooth, hot tip. The man leaned 
back on his elbows and lifted his buttocks a bit, pushing his cock deeper 
between her puckered, elastic-like lips. 

"With her free hand the woman released her man's balls and slid her hand 
along the perspiring crevice between his buttocks to his anus, rubbing her 
manicured nail across the tiny, puckered ring, lubricating it with sweat and 
love juices. Then, without warning she suddenly thrust her forefinger into 
his asshole to her knuckle. He jerked upward at the intrusion, shoving his 
big cock completely into her stretched mouth and deep into her throat. 

"She began to work her head up and down, up and down, sucking harder with 
each stroke, while she imitated the motion with her finger in his rectum. 
The double rhythm made him collapse flat on his back; obviously the mixed 
pain and pleasure was nearly too much for him. He clenched and unclenched 
the cheeks of his ass in time with the rhythmic working of the hot, sucking 
mouth and thrusting finger. 

"Suddenly he stiffened and rose to his elbows again, his lips moving to form 
the silent words 'I 

-I'm comming, baby! I'm c-comingggg NOW...." The camera zoomed in for a 
close-up. With a jerking, spasming quake the man thrust his big exploding 
cock again and again deep into the blonde's sucking throat, flooding it and 
her mouth with sperm. She gulped at his heavy emissions voraciously, until 
he suddenly went limp in her mouth and she withdrew from him after a last 
flick with her tongue and kiss on the head of the spent organ. 

"I glanced at Tommy and Helen. She had now allowed him to draw her down 
beside him on the carpet and he was searing her eager mouth with passionate 
kisses. Then he began to strip her. She lay still and let him remove her 
blouse, her skirt-then her bra, and panty-hose. As he took off his shirt and 
pants and shorts his big cock looked like a flagpole jutting from the base 
of his abdomen. He then ignored the movie and moved above Helen. 

"My attention again flicked to the screen. The blonde had restimulated her 
lover with her hands and was getting him even harder by placing his cock 
between her large titties and mashing them together. 

"I suddenly felt a familiar feeling deep within me and my body jerked as I 
stifled a cry of joy against Joe's chest. I didn't want to come, but I 
couldn't help myself. The flood within me rose and broke and wetted Joe's 
hand and the carpet as my muscles milked his fingers. And this was the only 
time he averted his attention from the film until it was over-to look down 
at his wet hand, and swear softly, and reach for his handkerchief. 

"I was not going to be selfish. I ignored Joe and his irritability at my 
having gone off on him with no warning; ignored everything but his 
upstanding and very hard cock, which I now bent over and kissed. I felt 
Joe's responding jerk and delighted gasp as I proceeded to ministrate to him 
as the blonde had just done to her lover on the screen. 

"It soon became apparent that Joe had been blown by girls before, because 
his experienced response gave him away. He knew when to thrust up his hips 
in time with my descending mouth, driving his big rod down in my throat 
until I gagged on it. But I stayed with him, breathing through my nose, and 
moved my mouth up and down on him, up and down, sucking hard, teasing and 
playing with his heavy-laden balls, until he suddenly jerked and gripped my 
head and pushed me down on him until I gagged, choked-until I forced my 
mouth up higher on his member, sucking in oxygen, just as he went off and 
sent spurt after spurt of hot, gooey semen into my mouth and throat. I 
swallowed all I could of his jism, but the taste nearly made me sick. I 
continued to suck him until his prick went limp in my mouth, until he said 
he needed rest, more beer, and another hot stag film to watch, so he could 
'get with it' again. 

"I went into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind me. His come 
in my mouth and throat tasted horrible. I bent over the toilet and tried to 
vomit, but couldn't. I stuck my finger down my throat then, until I gagged 
and threw up all I could of his slimy come. Afterwards, I washed my face and 
neck and rinsed my mouth and gargled with water. I felt a lot better, but 
that gooey, salty taste of his jism still permeated my mouth. I therefore 
welcomed the idea of drinking more beer, since it might be just the stuff to 
kill the taste of him in my mouth. But one thing I couldn't understand was 
why I'd gobbled Tommy's root that night at the drive-in and had swallowed 
most of his come without it tasting bad at all, as compared to Joe's 
bad-tasting outburst I'd swallowed a while ago. 

"In the other room, Tommy and Helen were humping it good on the floor. Joe 
was seated nearby watching them, every now and then urging Tommy to 'fuck 
her harder-faster! Make her love it!' while Helen moaned and writhed as if 
she would burst under the pressure. But Tommy kept after her, driving at her 
relentlessly, while she wantonly responded with her body moving of its own 
accord, her arms locked tightly around his back, her hips heaving and 
grinding and thrusting in cadence with his virile assaults. 

"Joe swigged from a can of beer and giggled foolishly now and then as he 
would reach over and tickle Tommy's balls, forcing the latter to drive 
himself into Helen with quicker and deeper plunges...." 

Fantasy, according to Albert Ellis (What Is Normal Sex Behavior?), probably 
recognized, has its own very important place in the human sexual expression. 
Fantasy can be the motive power behind the sex urge; fantasy can give 
direction to what may otherwise prove to be an erratic and meandering 
desire. It can crystallize, in the mind, the vague biological urges that 
prompt us forward in search for a sexual expression. It can and does help 
all of us find a richer sex life. Thus fantasy is, in the final analysis, 
the bulk of what is called " mental" in sexual stimulation. 

"The researcher need only skim lightly," Ellis writes, "through personal 
testimonials to recognize the strong relationship existing between strong 
mental imagery, or erotic fantasy, and successful sex relations. Those who 
report happiness in sex almost invariably also admit to a well-developed 
ability for erotic fantasy. Those who report general dissatisfaction in sex 
relations also claim no particular development of mental imagery. 

"The orgy," Ellis continues, "as old as civilization itself, has always 
proved a successful 'shot in the arm' to waning sexual powers and, indeed, 
is being revived today by our own culture in the form of sex clubs, free 
love movements, and the like. The chief value of the orgy, or group sex, is 
undeniably in the area of mental stimulation-there can be no other value, 
except in those unusual group participations where several individuals are 
joined together at once. Even so, in this latter case, it would seem that 
the greatest contribution still lies in the mental realm. The physical 
organism can, after all, sustain just so much stimulation at any one time. 

"Group sex, where the swapping of partners is not always involved, is merely 
a step beyond the couple who lie together in private and share a stimulating 
book of pornography. The idea is the same, no matter." 

Wanda, as yet has made no mention of pornography in relation to the sex club 
she and her friends plan to form, but the introduction of Joe's stag films 
bears witness of what Mr. Ellis was saying in his book in relation to this 
case history. Pornographic films were substituted for literature or still 
photos as a stimulus for sexual activities between the four young people 
prior to planning the course they should take in making the club a "swinging 
reality." 

But let's again allow Wanda to resume her narrative of what happened in the 
motel room the night she and her friends formulated plans for their high 
school sex club. 

"As I accepted a cold can of beer from Joe and slid down beside him, close 
in his arms, I wished this moment would last forever. I tilted the can of 
beer and drank of its cold malty goodness. The taste of the beer felt good 
in my mouth and stomach, erasing the evil taste Joe's come had left. Joe had 
started another stag film, so now I watched the screen. 

"The female character was now a brunette, every bit as vivacious as the 
blonde in the other film had been, and a well-built older man, with 
salt-and-pepper hair, who resembled Cary Grant in both looks and build. The 
scene was a close-up and he had the brunette positioned on the bed and was 
preparing to thrust his cock, which looked almost a foot long, into her. 

"Her hips groped for his monster appendage, urging him to find her waiting 
cunny and drive himself home. Then the head of his tool touched the lips of 
her cunny and with one sudden lunge he had plunged himself into her to the 
balls. 

"The brunette's face bore genuine surprise and pain, and her silent scream 
was not faked. She writhed, pushed at him to no avail. He drove himself into 
her relentlessly, each virile lunge hard enough to jar their bodies. Soon he 
climaxed in her, just as she came too, judging from her pained but ecstatic 
look, and then she fainted as the scene ended. 

"Joe kissed me, then, his tongue probed deep in my mouth, and I sucked it 
and raked it lightly with my teeth. I then tongued his mouth, exciting him 
even more. Then he was undressing me as I kissed his throat and chest and 
felt the glow within me intensify with anticipation. 

"On my back I shifted about, so as not to disturb Helen and Tommy, lying 
entwined and exhausted beside us. Joe slowly moved above me; and as he 
positioned himself between my outstretched legs, my hand instinctively went 
to his throbbing organ. Not to guide it into me especially, but to make 
certain he was wearing protection. I wasn't about to get pregnant and ruin 
my young life by having to get married too soon. 

"I hadn't seen Joe encase his big cock with a rubber, but he had and I could 
feel it like a protective thin hot sheath over the mass of throbbing manhood 
aching to bury deep within me. 

"'Satisfied?' I heard his quiet voice ask. I nodded. 'Yes. Very much!' The 
next moment he'd come down and smashed his lips against mine. His tongue 
darted between my teeth and tickled the inside of my mouth. I sucked on it, 
gently. The head of his big cock probed at the lips of my cunny. 

"My legs spread themselves wider. I tipped up my pelvis. As I held myself 
motionless I felt the tip of his harness push past my hot love lips, felt 
the might of his near ten inches of throbbing manhood gorge deep inside me. 
I groaned, because of his size and the beautiful sensation it caused inside 
me. I groaned again and much louder as he began his in-and-out movements, 
and I responded wildly, wantonly, rotating and bucking my hips and flexing 
my legs across his humping back. 

"'Ohhhh, Joe!' I moaned aloud. Already I was jumping and rocking. My pelvis 
moved quickly and powerfully, matching him each time he stroked and shoved 
his hugeness into me. Our lips were glued together. I sucked vigorously on 
his tongue. I pulled it into my mouth the same way as I was drawing his 
thick goodness into the depths of my body. 

"My head began to whirl, and for a moment I thought the beer had made me 
drunk. But I hadn't had that much beer to drink. My thighs were lashed 
around his undulating midriff. I felt his strong hands under my buttocks. He 
gripped them, lifted, and hauled me tight against him. I groaned. He'd hit 
bottom, but it had felt wonderful! 

"Simultaneously, his prick in me seemed to be on fire. His pubis pounded 
against mine; and the tip of his hard wonder pounded into my clenching and 
frothy depths. I groaned and moaned. I surged and bounced as the exquisite 
jolts of a wonderful orgasm roared through me. And from somewhere close by I 
heard voices shouting: 'Fuck her, Joe! Fuck her till she begs you to stop!' 
I recognized the voices as Tommy's and Helen's, but couldn't believe it. But 
I was too busy enjoying myself with Joe to care.... 

"Suddenly I was clinging tightly to Joe's shoulders. Panting loudly, my 
pelvis beat against his and I felt the violent peak of my climax. I cried 
out as I came. He grunted ecstatically and rammed his bigness in deep. 

"He was powered against me; and he held himself deeply within me while he 
achieved a throbbing orgasm, so powerful his jerkings shook my body. 

"I closed my eyes tightly. My body shivered and arched and reveled in the 
delights of that long and beautiful moment. Yet, I hungered for more. 

"'My turn!' I heard Tommy's voice say. Then Joe grunted something and 
withdrew from me and Tommy took his place over me before I could gather my 
wits or try to get up. His hands caressed and kneaded my flanks and spread 
my legs wider apart. He leaned forward and clamped both hands on my titties 
as his mouth clamped over mine and stifled any protests I might utter. Then 
his teeth were sucking and nipping at my rehardened nipples and the urge for 
fucking was again running rampant throughout my body. 

"My fingers stroked Tommy's skin; and my nails clawed at his back and 
shoulders as his nursing increased the sensitivity in my titties. My pelvis 
bounced and rocked. My clit, hard and aching, rubbed against his stomach. 

"He continued to kiss and lick me as he squirmed down on my legs. Then he 
was between my outstretched legs and I moaned happily as his mouth and 
tongue found my pulsating cunny. I squealed with delight as his lips and 
tongue rubbed my already sensitive labial. I flung myself into an arch as 
his tongue lanced inside me. Beautiful-fantastic!-passion tremored through 
me as his lips and tongue sucked at my clit. 

"And once again I felt the powerful surge of hot passion well up deep within 
me. I rotated my hips. I shoved my pelvis upward, bucked it against his 
scavaging face. I moaned, begged him to lick me harder-faster. And a second 
later I was caught in another violent climax. 

"My hands gripped his hair; my nails dug into his scalp. His tongue and 
mouth sucked and loved me joyously and I felt the exquisite burst of my 
ecstasy as I came. I was by now completely exhausted and satisfied; yet I 
wanted more. 

"I needed to be fucked again. I needed Tommy's extra-long cock inside of me. 
I wanted to replace the quick and heated swirls of his mouth and tongue with 
it. 'Fuck me, Tommy! Now! Please fuck me!' I pleaded softly. 

"I heard low snickering close by and turned my head. Both Joe and Helen were 
staring at us, smiling. Their bodies were entwined and I could see his huge 
cock gorging her small cunny. The latter looked raw and stretched, but she 
didn't seem to mind. She grinned at me, and there was a funny look in her 
eyes. A look I hadn't seen before, and it made me shudder slightly. 

"I was delightedly distracted to feel the heated head of Tommy's cock at my 
cunny. I dug my heels into the carpet and formed a rigid arch. I was hot and 
my skin was slick with perspiration. And I waited for Tommy to thrust his 
prong deep within me. 

"Then his shaft drove into me so hard that I felt impaled to the floor. I 
was stretched out, delirious with his hot hardness that gorged me. He was a 
lot bigger man than Joe was. It was fantastic. Exquisite sensations gripped 
my body. I could not move. I could scarcely breathe. 

"His prick began to move in and out of me, then, in slow and powerful 
strokes. I tried to recall if he'd put on a rubber, but couldn't remember. 
And the fucking he was giving me felt too sensational to interrupt or spoil 
by asking him. So I held on tight as the force of his thrusts shoved me 
across the carpet, burning my ass. My legs were weak with passion and they 
flailed out erratically. 

"The fucking he gave me was beautiful, and went on and on. As his hugeness 
shuttled in and out, my cunny became more sensitive and his organ seemed 
hotter and bigger. I began to squirm, then I became limp. I gasped weakly 
for breath as the spasms of ecstasy racked my tingling body. He was grunting 
in perfect rhythm with me. 

"I became aware of the suctioning sound of our action. The sound was very 
exciting and erotic; and it intensified every sensation. I heard other 
sounds commingling with those we made. I looked at Joe and Helen. They were 
locked in a sixty-nine position, each voraciously sucking off the other. 
Their loud sucking sounds blended with the sounds of love made by Tommy and 
me and the room reverberated with our love. 

"I felt Tommy's prick swell bigger, and ecstasy held me in its beautiful but 
agonizing grip. I was on the verge of another high and beautiful climactic 
peak. I twitched and spasmed. The movement started between my thighs and 
spread through my body, then to the tips of my limbs. I convulsed into a 
rigid, nakedly perspiring bridge; and every last centimeter of his glorious 
prick was buried within me. 

"My senses whirled and I could no longer think clearly. Vaguely I discovered 
that he was pounding me so brutally that he drove me back until my head was 
underneath the bed. My arms locked around him. My legs clenched him to me. 

"I heard Tommy gasping for breath; and then slowly and beautifully my body 
began to open, like a flower unfolding its petals. All of me had now 
enclosed him tightly. The volcano of my femininity erupted with a mass of 
swirling, fiery juices as I climaxed; and his searing series of hot 
spurtings welded us together in a fantastic and lingering ecstasy. 

"Once all of us had rested a bit and drank a couple of beers to refortify 
our energy, Joe out-lined a plan for a teenage sex club, with the four of us 
as its officers. We would make up our own illustrated literature and then 
distribute it discreetly at our high school. When interested boys and girls 
made inquiry we would invite them to one free party, the second being their 
initiation into the club and payments of 'dues' for 'leasing of meeting 
place and purchase of beverages and other stimulants to help new members 
relax their inhibitions and enjoy sex like it should be enjoyed.' 

"I asked Joe just what he meant by 'illustrated literature' to peddle at 
school. He smiled, shrugged, and said simply. 'Why, we'll pose for the 
illustrations to begin with, who else?' 

"I wasn't so sure I liked the idea. I liked Joe and Tommy, but if they want 
to use intimate photos of Helen and me sexing them up they could do so and 
only the two of us would be hurt. Not them. However, after Helen surprised 
me by assuring me that it would be okay, that we were all in the club thing 
together, and that sooner or later we would profit from it and organize even 
more and bigger clubs-I gave in. Like, if it Was okay with her it most 
certainly was okay with me. After all, she was my best friend! 

"Joe decided that the quicker we took the pictures for illustrative material 
purposes the sooner we could 'let go' and 'get with it' again for the 
evening. And to this we all agreed. 

"I was first to be photographed, along with Joe. Tommy took the photos while 
Helen helped to pose us on the bed. My first take' was to kneel between 
Joe's legs and put the end of his hard cock in my mouth and pretend I was 
sucking him. He was to act like it was heaven to him. 

"Joe sat down on the edge of the bed, still naked, and spread his legs. He 
already had a full erection. I knelt between his legs, grasped the base of 
his cock with one hand and his balls with the other, and placed the end of 
it in my mouth. The look on Joe's face wasn't faked; he was truly enjoying 
it! Tommy told me to stick a little more of Joe's cock in my mouth, and I 
did. He then took pictures with a camera and flash attachment from various 
angles. 

"My next pose with Joe was on the bed, astraddle of his legs with his cock 
up inside my cunny. Tommy took several shots and I could feel Joe's cock 
throbbing like mad in me before I reversed position over him and we struck a 
sixty-nine pose. Tommy took extra shots of this pose, many close up of Joe 
licking me and me sucking him. 

"Tommy then took what he termed several 'exotic' shots. Joe would get behind 
me and stick his cock in my cunny, while Helen would spraddle out in a semi 
propped-up position in front of me and I would act like I was eating her 
while Joe fucked me from behind. Joe then got up and Tommy posed Helen and 
me in several lesbian poses and photo graphed us. Helen then suggested she 
take a few shots of the boys in homosexual poses, but they reneged, saying 
poses of them 'like that' would 'come later.' 

"Joe, being a working man, knew the ins and outs of getting our 'illustrated 
literature' printed, so we left it all up to him. We figured out what the 
initiation rites to our club would be-each girl would have to perform 
fellatio on a boy and swallow his jism, and then be fucked by him. The boys 
would have to perform cunnilingus on the girls, then be blown and fucked. 
Afterwards, they would be allowed a brief rest with suitable beverage or 
'stimulants' to revive their depleted bodies, after which time the entire 
group would participate in a prolonged orgy of wild games and sex. 

"Joe would rent various places to begin with, for the purpose of meeting 
without being busted by the cops. We all had too much to lose to be busted, 
so precaution was a must. We decided that club dues would be $10 a month per 
member, each to bring his (or her) own liquor to meetings if they wanted 
any. Once the club got rolling, the dues would jump to $20 a month per 
member, all 'beverages' furnished by the club. Pot, speed, horse, acid, 
speed and the like, strictly furnished by members until such a time as the 
club could buy the stuff from a 'reliable source' at the 'right price.' 

"Helen, once our "business' was over, suggested the four of us form a 
'daisy-chain' and all pop off together. We agreed to this and positioned 
ourselves on the bed, in a circle of humanity fired with passion. Joe fucked 
me from behind while I ate Helen; Helen sucked Tommy off while he in turn 
ate her. We all had a combined orgasm, after which we rested for thirty 
minutes and drank more beer. 

"I must have passed out or fallen asleep because when I woke up I was all 
alone and the first gray rays of dawn were spearing through the drapes to 
barely illuminate the motel room. Fear hit me like a tidal wave. Here it was 
dawn and the others had deserted me while I slept! Too, it was a good 
five-mile walk across town to my home and even though my parents were gone 
for the weekend the neighbors would see me come trudging in and wonder-or, 
worse, start a little rumor about me being the mouse and 'playing all night' 
while the cats (my parents) were away. 

"I was about to get up and dress and split, when a rap on the door nearly 
paralyzed me where I was. I swallowed hard. 'Yes? Who is it?' It was Joe and 
he wanted me to open the door and let him in. I exhaled a sigh of relief, 
ran to the door and opened it. He slipped in. With him was another boy. The 
boy's name was Dick and he and Joe roomed and worked together at the service 
station. Dick's eyes practically raped me, and it was obvious what he 
wanted. 

"'Hi, Dick,' I said, smiling and trying to conceal part of my nakedness. Joe 
chuckled softly. 'C'mon, hon, you don't have to play square with Dick, here. 
Hell, he's been around even more than I have. Besides, I just recruited him 
as a member of our club. What's more, he's already paid me his $20 dues for 
the week. Not bad, eh?' 

"I agreed that it was fine, but still didn't like the smell of things. I had 
a hunch about Dick, and it wasn't long before it became bold reality. 

"'Baby,' Joe said to me smiling, 'I told old Dicky-boy, here, that if he'd 
pay his $20 to join, now, you'd be glad to cooperate and make him really 
feel "welcome." Know what I mean?' I knew what he meant. What's more, I told 
him I wanted no part of it. That if Helen wanted to prostitute herself to 
Dicky-boy, fine, but not me. 

And.... But I didn't finish. Joe stepped in front of me and slapped me 
across the face, hard. I sprawled on the carpet, half knocking the wind out 
of myself. I was trying to shake the fogginess out of my brain when I felt a 
strong pair of arms lift me up and deposit me on my stomach on the bed. I 
tried to turn over, but was forced to lie on my stomach with my face in the 
pillow. 

"Then the strong arms and hands hoisted my behind up so that I was in a 
kneeling position with my torso still down. I felt the hand spread my legs, 
then grip the cheeks of my ass and spread them apart until it hurt. I 
suddenly realized what was about to happen to me and tried to get away, get 
off the bed and fight, but too late. Joe, I believe, straddled my upper body 
and held me down firmly while Dicky-boy mounted me from the rear and pushed 
the juicy head of his cock against my anus to lubricate it. I screamed; but 
it sounded like muted nothingness against the sheet under Joe's body. 

"He jerked forward, probing with his hard gl ins against my tight, puckered 
anal opening. But it jammed, wouldn't go in. He rubbed something (I later 
learned it was saliva) on my asshole and stuck his finger inside to try and 
work it around and loosen me up. Then he put his glans to my virginal 
asshole and pushed again, only harder-much, much harder. I felt the head pry 
through my anal opening, and the pain, fiery and piercing, made me scream 
against the sheet. Then Joe's knees pressed against me harder and his hands 
held my hips while his buddy Dick worked his throbbing big organ up my 
rectum. I screamed. The pain was almost unbearable, before it finally 
subsided. 

"Dick moved his cock slowly in my rear at first, then with a faster rhythm, 
until I was fully opened and enclosed all of him. Which felt like a 
telephone pole, believe me. I relaxed and decided to cooperate now, that 
fighting wasn't worth it. 

"My hips started pushing backward at his thrusting pelvis, the flat smacking 
of our flesh filling the room with its erotic sound. Joe eased off of me and 
sat on the edge of the bed watching his buddy's big prick saw in and out of 
my ass. I could feel his heavy balls bounce against my cunny with each 
powerful thrust he made into me. Then his hand moved down to cup my titties 
and squeeze them while I responded and moved to and fro to his jarring 
lunges. 

"I looked up at Joe and he grinned. I managed a slight grin then averted my 
gaze as though humiliated and ashamed for what I'd let myself in for. I felt 
Joe's weight leave the bed and opened my eyes again. Joe had gotten his 
camera and was now taking flash shots of me being sodomized by Dick, which 
was a name most befitting to his friend. 

"Suddenly Dick stiffened and cried out that he was going to come. All I did 
was obligingly back flush against him and shudder as jet after jet of his 
hot semen shot off in my anal canal like a fire hose gone berserk. 
Ironically enough, I climaxed, too, almost unaware of how hot I was until it 
started to happen to me. 

"Dick let his prick stay in my ass until it had gotten limp before he pulled 
it out, making a plopping sound. I sagged forward on my belly on the bed, 
too tired to say anything or make a move. 

"Dick tried to talk to me, tell me what a good piece I'd been, but I lay 
silent on my belly. He then told Joe he'd see him later and left. After 
which Joe got me to sit up and then apologized for having to slap me so 
hard. I nodded, told him I deserved it; but underneath I hated his guts. Yet 
I was now in too deep to pull out, unless I wanted to have Joe mail my 
parents a set of prints he'd taken of me, which would be the ruination of me 
as well as my family. 

"I asked Joe to please take me home, that I wanted to take a bath and get 
cleaned up. To let me alone until we had another club meeting. He wanted to 
double-date with Tommy and Helen again, but I refused him. I still wanted to 
have a man love me and fuck me and all the rest of it, but right now not 
Joe. Not after what had just happened; not after his buddy Dick had paid him 
to sodomize me, and he had helped his buddy to hold me down. 

"Joe took me home. Weak-knead, I closed the front door behind me and the 
outside world at exactly six-thirty A.M. I trudged wearily upstairs and into 
my bedroom. I caught sight of myself in the mirror and almost cried out. I 
looked like hell. Not just from sweat and running mascara, but from dried 
come on my mouth and cheeks, in my hair, and even on my belly and the 
insides of both thighs. 

"After a nice hot bath, in which I languished for over an hour, I got out 
and dried myself and felt much better. I then washed my hair and set it with 
curlers and bobby pins, wrapped it in a bandana, and returned to my bedroom. 
I flopped on my nice soft bed and closed my eyes. All I could see was huge 
male penises, each beckoning to me. I opened my eyes. I felt a few painful 
spasms deep in my rectum and flushed with shame from thought of what I'd 
been forced to do. I tried to go to sleep, but just as I was about to drift 
off the phone rang. It was Helen, wanting to know if I was okay. 

"I assured her that I was fine, but that I wished she and Tommy hadn't gone 
off and left me like they did. She said that that had been Joe's idea; that 
he wanted to let me get some sleep before he woke me up and took me home. 
Helen knew I could take care of myself, so she had let Joe drive her and 
Tommy home. 

"At school the following week, I told Helen what had happened to me ater she 
and Tommy left. How Joe had helped hold me so that Dick could sodomize me. 
How I wished now that we'd never started a teen sex-club deal, and namely 
how now I wished I'd never let Tommy and Joe take all of those intimate 
snapshots of Helen and me having sex with them. 

"Helen said something then that both shook and surprised me. She told me she 
knew how sexed-up I was and the way I wore out any one man trying to please 
me. That she thought the sex-club idea was just great, since it not only 
offered 'studs' for me but the same for her as well. That most of the basic 
club ideas had been hers, and that Joe was just adding to her ideas a bit 
with his own in taking over as president. That she was positive the club 
offered me the sexual outlet I needed, so that no longer would I make any 
moves-sexuallytoward her Tommy. At least not unless it was a club matter, 
period. 

"Later that night Daddy heard me crying and came into my room. I told him a 
lie about being jilted by a boy, and he tried to console me by holding me 
close and stroking my back as he gently patted my head. I finally calmed 
down, but not before I realized my closeness had given my father a hard on, 
which he did a bad job of trying to cover up with his robe. He kissed me 
good-night and left, keeping his back to me as he exited my room. 

"I smiled smugly. I must really be some gal, to have a power over men, 
including my own father, to make them want to fuck me. I wondered how it 
would be, being fucked by my own father, the creator, so to speak, of 
myself. I then dismissed the thought entirely. The sex club, like Helen 
said, would offer me all the sexual outlets I needed-and I intended to make 
good use of each and every one of them, too!" 

In Wanda's case, the roots of motivation involved are not difficult at all 
to understand. They are made even clearer by Wanda's continued desire for 
sexual love until she became a victim of her own popularity. She wanted to 
be the center of at traction, since at home this was not now the case since 
her brother Paul had departed for boot training in the Marine Corps, and 
could not devote his full attention to her and sate her sexual desires. Thus 
she became an easily influenced-and willing-accomplice in formulating plans 
for a high school sex club, even to becoming a pawn for those friends 
influencing her to the extent she was, technically, blackmailed into doing 
their bidding because of revealing photos they took of her engaged in sexual 
activities with them. 

Another item which arose briefly was the intimate feelings Wanda had for her 
own father when he attempted to console her one night. As he held her close 
and gently stroked her back and patted her head in a paternal manner, 
Wanda's own sexual attractiveness radiated to her father causing him to have 
an erection which, as she stated, "he did a bad job of hiding" from her even 
"when he left the room with his back to me." 

Thus whereas Wanda was merely a promiscuous girl in the beginning of this 
work, it now appears that she has reached the point of what may be 
nymphomania. This is manifested by the fact that she is never sated in 
sexual acts and therefore must change partners in her attempts to achieve 
fulfillment. 

At first Wanda, with her brother Paul, became highly emotional and 
oversexed; promiscuous but not nymphomaniac. The incestual affair, which 
lasted so long with her brother, kept her "satisfied" insofar as she herself 
knew the difference between being sexually and ephemerally satisfied and 
fulfilled. But later, after she became lonely in her brother's absence, the 
inner physical craving to be sexually fulfilled became overpowering, thus 
leading to her blind date with Joe and later with him and her other friends 
on dates which were actually sex orgies, which led to the formation of the 
sex club. Yet Wanda did not realize she was a nymphomaniac until much later, 
when she sought medical advice and learned what was wrong with her. 

Had Wanda become aware or suspicious of certain symptoms she was 
experiencing in sexual relations she might possibly have sought medical 
assistance much sooner than she did. However, being unaware of these 
symptoms at the time and it has been found that most girls afflicted with 
nymphomania are not, she did not realize that her unfulfilled sexual desires 
were anything more serious than finding another male-or female-partner who 
could sate them. Only when various partners in the sex club could not please 
her sexually, did she realize something was wrong with her, that she was not 
like a normal girl her age should be. 

In his book, Nymphomania, Dr. Albert Ellis sums up the prevailing medical 
viewpoint and isolates the accepted symptoms (which Wanda knew nothing 
about) as follows: 

1. Nymphomania is compulsive behavior. Even if a woman realized her sexual 
problem [which Wanda did not], even if she wants to stop it, even if she 
honestly tries to discontinue sexually promiscuous behavior, in advanced 
stages she is unable to do so. This woman is truly sex-driven and is totally 
the captive of her own desires, and will build and fabricate an entire life 
based on the need to sate her sexual cravings, with all other considerations 
in inferior positions of importance. 

2. Nymphomania is a never-ending need for sex. No matter how often a true 
nymphomaniac has coitus, no matter how many times she attains orgasm, she 
must repeat the act and reseek the sensation again within a very short 
time-often within a matter of hours. This forces her to seek sexual 
satisfaction with many men, since no one man she has learned is able to 
fully satiate her. 

3. The nymphomaniac is acting out of control. In addition to her compulsive 
behavior, her sexuality is running amok, carrying her out of control 
altogether, so that all other relationships in her life are sacrificed. To 
her, there is no time like the present, and no man like the one she is 
having sexual relations with. 

4. The nymphomaniac is filled with self-loathing. The woman who eventually 
realizes her desires are nymphomaniacal is generally filled with 
self-disgust, but is unable to do anything to help herself. She often tries 
to conceal her predilection from her friends and business relations; she is 
generally masochistic and dependent. She needs medical help, but is afraid 
of seeking it, and is unable to help herself. 

It has been learned in Wanda's case that promiscuous girls who become 
nymphomaniacs, despite the popular theory, do have orgasms, if not 
fulfilling orgasms. It is thus easy to understand why the victim of 
nymphomania does not know she is thus and keeps seeking males to sexually 
sate her desires, like a tigress seeking food for her cubs, even turning to 
female sex relations at times for the thrill of the orgasm achieved, such as 
Wanda kept seeking in the high-school sex club she and her companions 
formed. 

Thus Wanda's narration of the formation of the club and all that transpired 
offers valuable insight to what is happening in our 'in' society of 
teenagers today in high schools across the nation. 

"A few days later, Helen told me she wanted to see me in private, that she 
had something very interesting to show me. I chose a discreet time 
in-between study halls and met her in the girl's restroom. She had a large 
manila envelope, and on her pretty face was a big smile. She quickly opened 
the envelope and extracted a brochure with black and white print and 
illustrative photos. The photos were well-cropped versions of Helen and Joe 
and Tommy and me in the motel room doing our sexual thing' for the camera, 
while the printed matter supporting it boasted of 'good times' for every 
male and female student who was interested in joining our sex club. The 
brochure was well done and looked professional, and though the photos were 
cropped expertly enough to hide our identities it made me blush with shame 
and guilt just knowing what I looked like-what we all looked like-performing 
the various sex acts. 

"'Exciting, huh?' quipped Helen, blue eyes a gleam. I agreed that, to say 
the least, the brochures were exciting as well as a bit breathtaking. On the 
back was a printed coupon to be filled out by potential club members, plus a 
blind post office box number to mail it to in the 'strictest of confidence.' 
But all of a sudden I was afraid, unsure if I after all wanted to be a part 
in organizing such a club or not. 

"Helen, however, must have been clairvoyant of my thoughts for she calmly 
reminded me of how deeply involved I was in this thing and how Joe and Tommy 
could make it rough for me if I didn't cooperate fully with my part of 
things. I reassured her not to worry about me, that I was thinking about my 
brother and not trying to welsh on what was expected of me. She said she 
hoped so, that she'd hate to see me hurt by the boys and, also, that she 
would hate to see them have to send my parents full-blown glossies of me in 
sexual poses with Tom and Joe. 

"I laughingly promised Helen (again) that I'd do what was expected of me, 
that I was, after all, a 'charter member' of our club. And that she was also 
one. She laughed, then, and took half of the wild brochures to distribute at 
select spots around the school while I did likewise. Later, we would meet 
Joe and Tommy and drive to a place they intended to use for club meetings. 

"After I had discreetly 'peddled' the sex-club brochures at select places 
around school-the library, under the doors of several boys' restrooms, on 
the tables in several girls' restrooms-without being detected, I innocently 
trouped to our home room with the rest of my class for a final briefing on 
some upcoming exams before we were dismissed for the day. 

"While Miss P-, our homeroom teacher was explaining what the exams would 
entail, and what all we should study for them, I surreptitiously glanced 
around and espied several girls and boys, with very red faces, perusing 
something inside their notebooks which definitely was not pertaining to 
examinations. 

"I could feel my cheeks get hot as a couple of the girls looked in my 
direction with questioning expressions, as if trying to deduce whether or 
not the photos they were looking at were truly of me. Then I felt a nudge at 
my back and glanced back to stare into the flushed and lusting face of 
Harry, my 'Mr. America' who earlier left me irate and frustrated after 
'rabbiting' me on a date. I could tell Harry knew the photos were of me and 
Helen, even though he didn't know Joe and barely knew Tommy. 

"I snapped my attention to Miss P-again, ignoring Harry, but knowing 
positively we already had at least one definite member for our sex club. I 
was further cognizant of the fact that he would choose me to have sex 
relations with and that I would have to please him in accordance with the 
rule of our club. But I was anxious for something else-Harry's initiation; 
he would have to eat me and satisfy me before becoming a full-fledged member 
of our club. And just thinking about him down there eating me, seemed to 
calm the inhibited fears and uncertainties I'd had earlier in the day. 

"Later that afternoon, Helen and I met Tommy, and the three of us walked 
four blocks from the school, where Joe was waiting for us. We piled into his 
Ford and split for the scene he had picked for our first club meeting. 

"There was a lot of racial bias in our town toward Negroes and Mexicans, and 
subsequently the side of town where they resided was the low rental 
district, the slums and the ghettos. Prejudice had not entered our minds, 
however, and we took advantage of the low rent district (that is, Joe did) 
and rented this old house with six rooms downstairs and three bedrooms and 
bath upstairs for a cool $75 a month. It was deserted and void of furniture 
when we four inspected it that afternoon, and the way the stairs creaked and 
spider webs hung and the gloominess in general about the place gave me the 
creeps. 

"But Helen, resourceful that she is decided that after a bit of 'fixing up' 
with paint and psychedelic paintings and colors, plus some cheap but clean 
and substantial chairs, lounges, and beds we could rent or buy, the place 
would jump with grooviness and sexy activity. Better still, it was in a 
neighborhood where people minded their own business. That is why Joe had 
selected the site as being ideal for the club we were organizing. 

"I told Joe about the way Harry looked at me, that I was positive we'd hear 
from him soon about membership. I mused aloud about his having to eat me, 
rather fitting after his having left me frustrated on our previous date. 

"'Speaking of eating ... ' Joe said to me, smiling. I looked down to behold 
the big bulge in the front of his pants. I smiled, reached down, and 
squeezed his cock. He gasped, apparently not expecting me to do it so 
boldly. But I suddenly didn't care anymore. I was tired of holding myself 
back, tired of fighting nit-picking inhibitions, tired of anything except 
men, penises, and sex, in that order. And right now Joe filled the order 
completely. 

"'Speaking of eating?' I mocked him, and squeezed his hard cock again. 
Helen, flushed with excitement at my boldness, went into an embrace with 
Tommy. And very few minutes lapsed before he backed her against the wall and 
was dryfucking her as she moaned and pulled at the back of his shirt. 

"Meanwhile, I had dropped to my knees in front of Joe and my hands were 
busily unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly. His jeans dropped down and 
I tugged his jock-shorts down with them to his knees. I looked up and Joe's 
hard, throbbing cock seemed to beckon me like a swollen finger; his 
sperm-filled balls hardened with anticipation and seemed to jump when his 
cock jerked. I let my gaze travel up to his belly and chest to his flushed 
face and lusting gaze. 'Do it good, baby,' he said hoarsely. 'Blow me good, 
and I'll please you like you've never been pleased before.' 

"I giggled softly, musing to myself: Now, just how can you please me like 
I've never had it before? But I went along with him and concentrated on the 
oral business at hand.... 

"'Suck me good,' he whispered, pushing forward with his pelvis a bit so that 
the head of his big cock was engulfed in my mouth. I was determined to drain 
him this time, swallow his come, and try to like it. If we were to have a 
sex club I knew it would insult a boy to have me blow him and not swallow 
his jism. Besides, who the hell ever heard of a man's semen giving a girl 
ulcers who pleased him orally? Or at least I told myself that for the 
reassurance I needed. 

"I wrapped my lips tightly around the head of his pulsating organ and let my 
tongue excite him. I gently squeezed his balls and took in more of him, 
until the head of his cock was mashing against the back of my throat. I 
sucked and laved with my tongue as he moved his prong in and out of my 
mouth. 

"'Suck me ... suck me hard, baby!' his voice commanded softly from above. 

"I moved my hands to his hips, held them tight as I worked my mouth around 
his hot, bobbing phallus, letting my tongue lave the sensitive underside, 
feeling the blood-gorged veins as he ground deeper and deeper into my 
throat. 

"'Ohhhh,' he groaned pleasurably, 'that's so nice, baby ... so goddamned 
nice!' He adjusted his position so that he could almost shove his entire 
cock down my throat, and I began to choke and back off so I could breathe. 
But he was overly excited now and gripped my head hard and held it to him as 
he worked his cock in and out of my aching mouth. 

"I made a horrible gagging sound and felt giddy in the head. He seemed to 
realize he was choking me with his penis, relaxed his grip on my head, and 
eased up a little. I sucked in oxygen through my nose and blew it out around 
his cock. He liked that. I let the head of his organ move back and forth in 
my mouth and sucked on it like a kid with a lollipop as he panted and gasped 
above me. Drops of his sperm I could already taste, but they were not so 
salty this time and easier to take than before. 

"'Ohhhhh, baby V he grunted, and I could tell by the heavy throbbing of his 
cock that he was about ready to climax. My tongue raced furiously up and 
down his hard, swollen staff, and I sucked him as hard as I could, nibbling 
along his thick tool and mashing gently upward on his balls as I did so. 

"He made another funny sound, stiffened and jerked, and I tasted the first 
thick spurts of his hot semen as it shot from the end of his cock. Then more 
spurts came, long ones, and then shorter ones, until my mouth was full of 
his jism and I had to swallow it, or vomit. I downed it with a hard gulp, 
and went right on sucking him and swallowing his come until it stopped 
dribbling out, until his prick went limp and fell out of my mouth as his 
trembling legs gave way and he sat down heavily on his bare ass on the dirty 
floor. And fell over on his back and gasped for breath, and kind of moaned 
like a man in a coma of some kind. 

"I looked at Tommy and Helen. Her back was mashed against the wall and her 
legs were locked around Tommy's humping hips. His hands encircled her waist, 
holding up her skirt and her weight as he sawed in and out of her with his 
long, hard prick. She was moaning and having a helluva good time of it, too. 
So I got up and looked down at Joe. I chuckled softly. He looked ridiculous. 
His face was white and sheened with sweat, and his eyes were still closed. 
His shirt was open, exposing his hairy chest and muscle-ribbed belly, and he 
was nude to his knees, where his jock-shorts and jeans clung to his hot, 
sweaty legs. His thighs were apart a bit and his poor cock looked impotent 
in its limp state, also reddish, like chapped, where my mouth and teeth had 
gobbled him, and the head looked red and purple and sore as all hell. I sort 
of doubted that he would live up to his boast of pleasing me like I'd never 
been pleased before, once he came around again. 

"I heard Helen cry out and Tommy grunt and looked to see him nearly ram her 
through the wall as they both climaxed together. Then he grunted and dropped 
her legs, and she braced herself on the wall to keep from falling down. 

"'Hey, 's'matter with Joe?' Tommy asked, grinning. 

"I smiled, shrugged saucily. 'I think he liked what I did for him,' I 
replied softly. Helen and Tommy laughed and came toward me straightening up 
their own clothing. Tommy helped Joe to his feet and propped him against the 
wall as he helped haul up his shorts and jeans and get squared away. 

"Joe stared at me with a kind of incredulous look. I could tell he had never 
dreamed I would ever be as good as I had been to him, could deplete him to 
such an extent he could not retaliate and live up to his promise of pleasing 
me. He came over, put his hands on my shoulders, and managed a weak grin. 
'Jesus, baby, where'd you ever learn to blow a guy like that? Huh? Man, you 
weren't half this good in the motel room the other night ... !' 

"Smiling, I assured him there was a lot about me he didn't know and, what's 
more, possibly would never find out. I told him, however, that I was happy 
he was so pleased even (and I deliberately threw this one at him for spite) 
though he hadn't been able to fulfill his promise to me. He admitted that he 
had planned to fuck me until I begged him to stop but that, like I'd said, 
he was too drained dry now to back it up. 'Another time,' he promised, 
'another time ... real soon. Okay?' I smilingly assented, feeling very proud 
of myself for the 'victory' I'd won over him. 

"Three days later, Helen and I met in the girls' restroom at school again 
and she was flushed with excitement. 'We got ten applicants for our club!' 
she said quickly. 'Joe just got them from the post office and contacted 
Tommy, who let me know. Isn't it wonderful?' 

"I concurred that it was very exciting, even more than we anticipated since 
lots of kids would keep the brochures to show their friends and/or throw 
them away; or teachers would acquire a few of them and begin a probe into 
who was organizing such a sex club and recruiting members in our school, 
which would also spook kids from joining up with us. But ten solid 
applicants was-wowie-groovy! 

"I asked Helen who the applicants were and she said she didn't know who, but 
that Joe had told Tommy there were three girls and seven boys. With Helen 
and me that made five girls to take on nine boys, counting Joe and Tommy-or 
quite a night's orgy in store for all of us. I asked Helen if she knew when 
Joe would contact the applicants and when our first club meeting would be. 
Helen tittered softly. She said he would contact them tonight and that our 
first initiation meeting would be held at the old house Saturday night. 
Which meant we had to paint it and get some furniture by then. 

"However, that night my plans got botched up. My father decided I'd been 
running out too much and was neglecting my studies, and therefore I couldn't 
go out until the weekend. 

"I was really upset and irate. I had to be there to help the others 
refurbish and paint our club, yet to do so would cause trouble at home. I 
called Helen and told her the score. She said she would tell Tommy and Joe, 
and asked me to call her back in thirty minutes so she wouldn't have to call 
me and maybe rouse my father's suspicions if he answered and she asked to 
speak to me. Hell, my dad was the old school, all-knowing, ex-marine type of 
guy who suspected everything. So why cause him or myself undue anxiety? 

"I called Helen thirty minutes later. She said Joe was mad but understood my 
problem-providing I wasn't pulling a cop-out, in which case he would mail 
certain photos of me to certain people close to me. I assured Helen all was 
legit, that I would play the 'good girl' a couple of nights, study hard, and 
win Dad into letting me out a night earlier than the weekend nights. By then 
I could help Helen and the boys finish up with the club and be set to 
participate in 'games' Saturday and Sunday nights. 

"Maybe it was supposed to happen like this, Dad making my stay home, because 
he looked in on me several times that first evening to 'see how I was 
doing,' but somehow I got the idea there was more behind his 'look-sees' 
than just to see if I was studying and needed any parental assistance. 

"A plan began to form in my minxish, scheming mind. A plan that, if it 
worked, might free me for club 'activities' any night or time I wanted to 
attend." 

It has been noted that Wanda's flip description of her love for her father 
and mother have constantly been accompanied by the testimonial of her 
eagerness for sex and the forming of a sex club and the gratification she 
obtained from the sexual acts she engaged in with her friends, Joe, Tommy, 
and Helen. 

It has also been validly noted that every symptom of Wanda's constant sexual 
cravings indicate clearly she is a true nymphomaniac, as well as a young 
woman possessed with manifestations of grandeur one minute and loneliness 
the next. But her failure to mention any love for her mother and father 
portray an even deeper psychosis within her-the insistence of having her own 
way at all times-which leads her to only one so-called "scheme" to get her 
way: the seduction of her father. She knows her mother to be the stronger 
willed of her parents, even though her mother was often not at home and 
attending her social clubs and political rallies. Thus to get her way, Wanda 
would hit at the "weakest link" of the parentage, her father. 

Her phallic worship and glorification of sex are typical of the pathological 
state that symptomizes acute nymphomania; thus her "mania" now zeroes in on 
her father as the incestuous target for getting her own way, which is 
similar to the way she seduced her own brother (sans intercourse) to sate 
not only her sex cravings but her dominating wiles. By giving in to her, her 
brother, Paul, was able over several years to maintain a "close" 
relationship with his sister which, to outsiders, seemed the perfect way for 
a family's children to get along and appreciate each other. Even after Paul 
departed for Marine boot camp, Wanda continued with her "love for parents" 
acting while suffering terribly the sex cravings burning within her until 
she could endure it no longer and sought "relief through intercourse and 
other sex acts with Joe, Tommy, and Helen. 

We will now let Wanda resume her fascinating narration of how she seduced 
her own father to get her own way (going to sex club meetings during the 
weekday nights whenever she wanted to), and then took her sex-driven vent 
out on the male members of the new sex club. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Wanda Makes Her Father Make Her 

"I took a shower and put on my bra and bikini panties, a translucent blue 
negligee and slippers. I tied my hair up in a bun atop my head, to give me 
that 'older' look. I wiped my face clean of makeup, giving me that pristine 
and 'willing to learn about life' look. I then propped up in bed and resumed 
reading my literature book, as though studying for the upcoming exams. 

"Daddy (for the fifth time!) came into my room for another look-see, smiled, 
and got that funny gleam in his eyes as he studied my curvy body under the 
negligee. I helped him to see more of me by moving my legs in a nonchalant 
manner, causing the negligee to open from my naval, down. I asked him what 
he and mother were watching on TV downstairs, and he informed me that she 
had gone to a woman's club meeting (which I really already knew about) and 
wouldn't be home until late, and that, quite frankly, he was lonesome and 
tired of watching reruns on TV and had come up to visit with me-if I didn't 
mind. He said that he would be happy to help me with my studies, if I wanted 
his help. 

"He was now ensconced on the edge of my bed, and it was easy to see why he'd 
sat down instead of remained standing while we chatted. He had a tremendous 
hard on and therefore was too embarrassed to remain standing lest I notice 
it; he was too desirous to visit with me to want to leave my room until his 
heated emotions subsided to normal. 

"His gleaming eyes kept watching my curvy nakedness, my thighs and hips, the 
treasure which lay hot and waiting under the filmy bikini panties that 
covered my crotch, the smallness of my waist, the fullness and rise and fall 
of my bra-clad titties, my throat and shoulders and arms, my face and 
hair-like a man possessed and practically ready to rape me if I resisted 
him. 

"'You know something, hon,' he said, reaching out and gently patting my bare 
calf, 'you're getting to be one helluva good-looking girl, and I want you to 
know how proud I am to be your old man' 

"I smilingly thanked him, leaned forward and cupped his face with my hands, 
and kissed him on the mouth. Not a friendly daughterly kiss, but a wanton 
womanly kiss with all the 'sock' behind it I could muster to really send 
him. 

"Suddenly he broke our kiss and sat back, staring incredulously and looking 
flustered. His face was flushed with excitement from the manner in which I 
had just French-kissed the hell out of him. 

"'Ah,' he gulped out, "maybe I had best go back downstairs and watch the old 
reruns on TV...." 

But I could tell he truly didn't mean a word he spoke. 

"Oh?, I retaliated softly. 'I thought you said you were lonesome and wanted 
to be up here with me.' To which he flusteringly replied, 'I do, that is, I 
want to visit with you but...." He broke off, unable to find the words to 
say. 

"I smiled, said, 'What's the matter, dear old Dad? Don't you find me 
interesting enough? Don't you like my grown-up kisses?" 

"The flush on his sweat-sheened face deepened. He admitted he loved my 
grown-up kisses but that, after all, he was my father and not a boyfriend. 
To which I chidingly pursed my lips and cooed, 'Sooo?' and he swallowed 
hard, managed a nervous little laugh, and said, 'Sooo, I think I had best 
remember who we are and watch old reruns on TV before ... anything happens.' 

"Brazenly, I rose to a kneeling position on my bed and swept off my 
negligee. I gave him that somnolent tigress stare and asked him if he would 
like to make passionate love me to ... his one and only daughter. I realized 
he might possibly react negatively, get riled and insulted, and slap me 
harder than I'd ever been slapped before, but I also knew that the risk was 
worth it if I was to ever accomplish the scheme I had in mind. 

"For a few minutes my father just stared at me, as though too surprised or 
shocked or both to believe what was happening was ture. Then the flush on 
his face deepened even more as a wry smile came upon his lips. 'You're 
serious? You really want me to make-uh-that kind of love to you?' 

"'If you want to, yes. I think it would be both exciting and interesting to 
have the man who created me make love to me.' 

"'Your mother.... If she ever 

"'Don't worry, dear old Dad,' I purred. 'Mom will never know. Our lovemaking 
will be our secret, strickly. Okay.' 

"He smiled and nodded. He hestitated for a moment, stared at me again, as 
though to convince himself I meant what I said, that this wasn't just a nice 
dream, that all was for real, then he took me in his arms and kissed me. He 
kissed me hard and drove his tongue into my mouth and I responded avidly by 
sucking on it and worrying it with the tips of my teeth. His hands went to 
my breasts, kneading and moving the hard nipples until my breathing came in 
gasps and I was hotter than hell. I was not idle, either. My hands had 
opened his fly and belt and gently freed his mammoth cock and large, hairy 
balls. I couldn't help but stare at them, fascinated that such jewels could 
produce a hot bitch like me. I worked my hand up and down on his prick and 
he moaned and signed with delight. I pressed and tickled his balls, 
surprised they were so loaded for a married man like him. I later learned 
why, but for now I was too steamed up with desire to care about how heavy 
his balls were, so long as he unloaded them in me. 

"But dear old Dad cheated me. My hand was too thrilling, pumping up and down 
on his big prick, and suddenly he gasped as it erupted with pulsing 
spurtings of hot semen that shot over my hand and arm, on him and my sheet 
before he could reach for his handkerchief and shudder the rest of his load 
out into it. 

"He looked sheepish, embarrassed, and very apologetic. I assured him it was 
all right, that 'accidents' like that sometimes happen. But he was too 
mortified and embarrassed to even get hard again. He replaced his genitals 
inside his clothing and started to get up and leave. But I caught his arm, 
stared boldly into his eyes, and said, 'I need freedom every evening the 
rest of this week, Daddy, and not studying. What's more,' I hated to hurt 
him but knew I had to, 'I am very disappointed in you, as a father and as a 
love. And if you don't let me go out every night this week without 
interfering, so help me-I'll tell Mom what kind of a father you really are!' 

"His eyes lost their apologetic look and widened with fearful alarm. Then 
they narrowed with ribald anger. I had used him to get my way and he saw it 
now and hated me for it. But I had him cold, and he knew it. 'Okay,' he 
snapped, rising and stepping to the door. 'You get your way Thank you for 
letting me know where I stand.' He went out and closed the door hard behind 
him. 

"I swung out of bed and sat on my vanity bench looking at myself in the 
dresser mirror you lousy incestuous little bitch, I mused. You're spoiled 
rotten, plain no good, but full of love up to your ears for any and all men! 
I donned a sweat shirt, jeans, and sneakers, then stepped out into the hall 
and dialed Helen's number. But she had already gone out, so I thanked her 
mother and hung up. Sighing, I went back to my room. And walked right into 
my father's encircling arms! 

"Before I could cry out, he kissed me hard and drove his tongue into my 
mouth. I felt his tremendous hard on pushing against my stomach as I tried 
to push him away. But he pinned my arms solid and forced me back and down on 
my bed. Then his hands were literally ripping off my clothing as his mouth 
clamped on mine and stifled any screams I might try to make. 

"In seconds, Daddy had me stripped naked and was pushing down his trousers 
and briefs. His knees forced my legs apart and then his cock was in my cunny 
and felt like a telephone pole gorging my insides. All the resistance went 
out of me now as desire replaced resistance and need replaced the shock of 
his surprising me and raping me. Raping? Well, not exactly. It started that 
way but right now I loved every inch of cock my old man could thrust in me! 

"Once I relaxed he took things slow and easy. He buried his big cock right 
up to the core of my passage, so that his sacks rubbed the folds of my 
vaginal skin. I pulled my thighs back, making myself almost into a ball onto 
which he rolled, thrusting in and out as the ball bucked and swayed and 
swiveled under him. 

"He ran his hands all over my body, delving, squeezing, pinching, and 
tweaking-and then his hand closed on the globes of my pumping fanny and 
gripped me closer to him, so that each potent thrust he made felt like it 
would penetrate right up into my belly. I moaned and groaned my pleasure and 
squirmed and wiggled and held on to him as my cunny milked his big prick. 
Then he grunted, his belly shook like a leaf and his cock ballooned mightily 
within me. 'Yank! Don't knock me up!' I heard my voice cry out, but too 
late. For suddenly what semenal load he had left spurted inside me as his 
cock ground forward to my very apex again. Then he withdrew from me, got up, 
and glared at me as he wiped his cock with his handkerchief. 

"You came in me!' I whined helplessly. 'You might have knocked me up. You 
raped me, damn you! I hate you!" But I really didn't hate him because I 
loved him. Not for the way he fucked me and sated my 'hots' temporarily, but 
because he was my father and a crafty old gent to say the least. But I had 
to act fearful and indignant to shake him so I would get my way. 

"Maybe that'll teach you not to tamper with "live ammunition", hon,' he 
smirked. 'Those that do usually get burnt.' 

"I just sat there, glaring at him. After he departed, I scooted quickly 
across the hall and used a douche bag I'd bought and kept well hidden in my 
room. Afterward, feeling clean and safe again, I returned to my room and 
tried to concentrate on studying lit, but it was no use. The night's strange 
turn of events made studying impossible. So I took off all my clothes, 
crawled between the sheets, and snapped off the bed-stand lamp. I closed my 
eyes and saw my father's lusting face, all red and hot and sweaty, over me 
as he rammed it to me. And the look on his face when he got his gunny in me 
so utterly relieved, as though he'd stored up for tonight for months. 

"Then I thought of Joe and his big cock and how he'd loved the blow job I'd 
given him at the old house. I suddenly was burning up with desire again and 
had no man to sate me. So I used my fingers and dreamed of all the different 
boys who had fucked me while I masturbated. Afterward, I fell off to sleep 
and didn't awake until the next morning. 

"The next evening my father had nothing to say when I trudged out in sweat 
shirt, jeans, and slacks, saying I was going to help decorate our 
high-school gym for a dance that weekend. I thought Mother might object, but 
she didn't. I learned later she went to another meeting that night while my 
father stayed home alone. 

"The other kids had cleaned the place pretty well so all we now had to do 
was repaper the walls, paint the ceilings, doors, and trim, and paint 
psychedelic art on things to give the place the right mood. Joe had bought 
enough paper for the rooms downstairs, plus enough paint. Just as well, 
because by the time we finished the last downstairs room we all were so 
tired sex was the last thing any of us wanted, preferring bed and rest 
first. The following evening we moved in some serviceable old furniture Joe 
had bought for a song, then trooped upstairs and repapered and painted two 
bedrooms before running out of supplies. Exhausted, we (Helen and I) made 
the boys drive us home, telling them we both needed our 'beauty rest' in 
preparation for big events that weekend. 

"Saturday evening, I went over to Helen's house and waited there until Joe 
and Tommy picked us up. Both boys looked clean and handsome, both wore clean 
knit shirts and tight-fitting slacks, flared at the cuffs. Helen and I had 
on our sexiest-looking hot pants outfits, which snugged our bodies in a way 
that didn't leave much for the imagination. We four went to the house early, 
to officially welcome potential new club members by preparing them for 
initiation ... the boys first, and then the girls. 

"Harry arrived first (as I had predicted) and seemed a little surprised to 
see me in the reception line, although I'm positive he knew some of the 
photos in the brochure were of me. Yet he was also pleased that I was there, 
ecstatic when he paid his $10 dues to Joe and was told what he must do to me 
as initiation into the club. He agreed, taking my arm and starting toward a 
room off the main room. However, he was halted by Joe who informed him that 
a majority of charter members must watch him eat me, in order to judge 
whether or not he passed his initiation. He didn't like the idea of 
onlookers too much, but assented to let Helen and Tommy watch him eat me. 

"In the next room Harry and I stripped off all our clothing and lay down on 
the Hollywood-style bed and began making love. Tommy and Helen, still 
clothed, stood at the head of the bed watching us. Harry kissed me and I 
opened my mouth and sucked in his tongue. His prick got hard and poked into 
me so I clasped it gently below the head and moved my hand up and down, 
feeling the foreskin peel back and forth over the hot, velvety head. His 
hands squeezed my titties and worked their nipples until I was trembling 
with desire. 

"I then positioned myself on the bed, shoulders against a roll-type pillow, 
and opened my legs wide. Harry, flushed but determined, scooted down until 
he rested on his elbows between my parted thighs. He stared at my cunny, as 
though he disbelieved he would ever see it like this, and then he smiled and 
worked two of his fingers in and out of it awhile until the juices were 
flowing and my butt was reacting to his probing hand. 

"Then Harry's lips began to trail kisses the length of my inner thighs, each 
time getting nearer and nearer my fur-covered well. Then his hot lips 
contacted my cunny and the tip of his tongue licked first the lips and then 
the hard clit. I moaned and groaned and wiggled my pelvis against his face. 
My hands groped and found his head and I tugged him to me, crying out in 
ecstasy as his hard tongue probed far up in my vagina. 

"'Get her, Harry!' I heard Tommy's voice cry. "Get her good!" 

"'Yeh, big man,' I heard Helen's voice chime in, 'eat her until she hasn't 
got a pussy left!' 

"In and out of me Harry's tongue moved, like a striking serpent, tickling my 
lips and clit only to lunge far up in me and work around and around, as 
though he was trying to unscrew me or something. But what he was doing was 
wonderful, and before I knew it I reached climax and let go, in his face, in 
my reverie. Harry swore as my juices soaked him and Tommy and Helen cheered. 
Harry had passed initiation as a club member, but he now was paired with 
Helen to fuck while I sexily got ready to 'initiate' another potential male 
member. 

"An hour later, the seven new male members had passed initiation into the 
club on Helen and me, and now it was time for the three new females to be 
initiated by Joe and Tommy. 

"Gail was a cute girl, about five-three, blonde, with a beautiful face and 
richly endowed figure. 

She was a senior from Mr. W-'s home-room, a girl I'd never believe would 
want to join a sex club. Yet here she was with her ten bucks, ready to be 
initiated by Joe. 

"Harry and Tommy and Helen and I watched the ceremony while the other male 
members waited in the other room for the orgy promised them. 

"Gail lay down on the bed and Joe straddled her midriff, taking care not to 
mash her with his weight. His big hard cock and balls seemed aligned 
perfectly with the girl's mouth. She took his jewels gently in her hands and 
played with them. She dragged his prick down between her titties and mashed 
them together on it, causing him to groan with pleasure. Joe then eased 
forward, his swollen organ coming toward her salivating mouth like a 
crawling snake, cruel, relentless. Her eyes seemed transfixed on its size, 
its plum like head. She moaned and opened her mouth wide, her lips barely 
covering her white, even teeth. She bent her head forward an inch, then, and 
snaked out her tongue to taste the love juice seeping from the hole at the 
tip of Joe's organ. Then her lips parted and with a singular motion her lips 
and teeth closed around the probing head just back from the tip and bit 
lightly once, twice, nibbling greedily at the smooth, gorged flesh. Then 
they released their grip and pulled back, allowing her soft, wet lips to 
take over the job of tantalizing the organ of the boy straddling her chest. 

"Joe leaned forward, his hands on either side of her head, his mouth open, 
hot air passing from deep within his lungs. Gail's soft lips nibbled at the 
whole of his crown like an animal sucking at a plum, trying to pull it from 
a tree. He groaned aloud, and then with a gasp he pushed his cock deep into 
her throat, choking her for a moment. She tried to gasp for air, unable to 
cope with the deeper intrusion into her throat, but with the fires of 
passion also blazing within her flushed body, she suddenly seemed to find 
Joe's massive erection in her mouth most pleasurable and sucked at it 
hungrily in spite of her difficulty in breathing. 

"Sensing her discomfort Joe pulled back a bit, relieving the pressure in her 
throat, then gently pressed back again into the warm, open, moist cavern of 
her mouth. 

"She moaned crazily and began to move her head in a steady back and forth 
rhythm. She cupped the cheeks of Joe's ass and pulled him toward her as she 
pushed her head at the big cock in her mouth, each movement seemingly 
desperate and forceful. And Joe ... the pig loved it! 

"Faster and faster Gail bobbed her head, sucking at the white-hot weapon, 
her hands slapping at his humping ass, forcing him to move almost 
spastically, trying to keep up with her wildly sucking mouth. 

"In a frenzy the two animals-they resembled such-jerked at each other, 
trying to speed up what was coming. Then Joe suddenly cried out in his 
ecstasy as he shot off in Gail's sucking mouth, his jettisoning sperm 
filling her mouth until it ran out of both corners. But she sucked him 
voraciously, trying to force every drop of his sperm down her throat as he 
continued to stroke in and out of her mouth. 

"Then Joe gasped wearily and fell forward, his penis deflating in her mouth, 
his balls resting under her chin, relaxed. And she continued to suck on his 
limp prick, sucking it clean with her tongue, biting lightly. The rest of us 
returned to the front room where the seven initiated boys and the two more 
girls to be initiated waited. 

"Janet and Lois, the two girls waiting, were seniors from Mr. S-'s 
home-room. They were both attractive and had nice figures, and were as sexy 
as Helen and I. Tommy and Harry detailed themselves as a committee of two to 
initiate the girls in an upstairs room while Helen and I entertained the 
boys already initiated to membership. Helen and I left it up to Harry and 
Tommy, the male majority council, to be the judges of whether or not Janet 
and Lois performed fellatio on them well enough to qualify them as club 
members. We had no doubts that both girls would pass with flying colors, 
however. 

"We all stripped off our clothing and the lights were turned real low. 
Shades were drawn, too. The boys formed a big circle around Helen and me, 
after they had pushed two mattresses together in the center of the room for 
us to lay down on. From where we sat on the mattresses, Helen and I could 
see seven hard cocks encircling us, each standing like a jutting mast from 
between its proud owner's legs. Each boy had big balls-full ones-too, which 
gave Helen and me the driving challenge to deplete them. 

"The first two boys, Lyle and Bob, both built like Hercules, with cocks and 
balls to match, got on the matresses with Helen and me. Lyle was my lover, 
Bob was Helen's. The other five boys lustfully watched, several masturbating 
while Lyle and Bob went to town making love to us. 

"Lyle hovered over me and penetrated me with his bat-like cock about the 
same time Bob did the same to Helen. Lyle's virile thrusts were so hot and 
powerful that I came almost immediately, as though I hadn't been fucked for 
months. Lyle kept right on, humping me, mouthing my nipples as his hands 
squeezed my titties, and I heaved my pelvis at him, taking him deeper and 
deeper within me until I could feel his balls against my ass and knew I had 
him entirely. Then something happened I wasn't expecting. 

"Another Atlas of a boy, named Jobe, could not wait for Lyle to finish 
fucking me before he took his turn on me. He knelt down near my head and 
stuck the end of his cock into my gasping mouth. God! I nearly went out of 
my ever-loving mind! I sucked ravenously on Jobe's big hunk of manhood while 
Lyle humped me and heard my own voice utter a gargling sound as I had 
another orgasm just as Lyle had his deep inside me. Then Jobe went off in my 
mouth and I sucked and swallowed as hard and fast as possible to drain him 
dry. 

"I heard another funny sound. I unmouthed Jobe's limp prick and looked at 
Helen. She was being given the same treatment I had just had, only the guy 
she was sucking off had his cock so far down her throat he was choking her, 
and the noises I'd heard were Helen's as she tried to suck and gag and 
breathe at the same time. 

"Then strong hands were on me again and I was lifted up and turned over on 
my stomach, with my fanny upraised and my kneeling legs spread wide apart. I 
felt a huge cock probe for my cunny from the back, find it, and stuff itself 
inside me to the hilt. I gritted my teeth and held on to the mattress as the 
boy's cock-a monstrous thing-sawed in and out of me from behind, each lunge 
feeling like it would penetrate my entire body and come out my mouth. 

"I felt something else, too. The boy's finger toyed with my puckered anus 
and then plunged inside to the knuckle. I groaned and grunted from pleasure 
and exertion. I had another hard orgasm almost immediately." 

Although Wanda's scheme to seduce her father in order to get her way about 
attending sex-club activities during weeknights as she chose to worked, she 
simultaneously involved herself in not just one but many incestual affairs 
with him thereafter. She thus developed an inner guilt complex associated 
with the depths to which her sex needs had driven her with her own father, 
even though she never once admitted these feelings openly to anyone, even 
her mother. 

She demanded attention, action, plus the never-ending demand of physical 
touch and sexual fulfillment by a man. For sex, so she had previously 
discovered, was the direct way in which she could satisfy this overpowering 
craving for personal and physical contact with a man, preferably a young man 
since the latter's sex-drives and recuperative powers were much faster and 
better than those of an older man like her father. 

At the same time, however, each sexual "conquest" provided only temporary 
relief from her deeply embedded loneliness and sexual frustrations. 

In Pros & Cons of Premarital Petting, Robert A. Harper says: 

Many boys and girls in America grow up not only with strong sanctions 
against the direct and intimate feelings of affection, but outright feelings 
of guilt, distrust and hostility toward members of the opposite sex. Some 
type of permissive setting where adolescents may learn to relate to members 
of the opposite sex and to develop some degree of freedom and spontaneity in 
the expression of affection would seem to be a cultural desirability.... 

It certainly seems to be an absured procedure for a society, first, to 
instill strong sexual inhibitions in their children until eventually they 
rebel, and learn the truth for themselves. This often leads to marked 
changes in their personalities-nymphomania, homosexual, etc.-but is 
propagated thusly and deliberately by the children seeking love and 
affection and understanding-and good sex relations-and experimenting on 
their own. 

In Dr. Ira Reiss's book, Premarital Sexual Standards in America, where he 
discusses "promiscuous virgins, he points out-correctly-that a girl might 
remain virgin by a technical definition, yet engage with many, many males in 
all kinds of normal and abnormal sexual acts short of intercourse itself. 
But "once the act of intercourse is performed," Dr. Reiss contends, "abrupt 
changes in personality develop soon afterward." 

In what sexologists such as Freud, Kinsey, and Ellis term as the "great 
middle class" we find a great disparity in the family backgrounds of the 
high school and junior high students involved in most kinds of joint 
activities, whether it be school sports and social events or a strictly 
private sex club. 

"A kind of sweet, pungent aroma reached my nostrils and for the first time I 
realized some of the boys were smoking pot. But then the big cock in me 
began to balloon, then pulsate and shoot its heavy load of semen, and there 
was no time to think about pot or anything but the pleasantries at hand 
summed up in three big letters: SEX! 

"Suddenly I tensed up a bit. The head of a cock was pushing at the pucker of 
my anus. I was about to cry out that I didn't want to be fucked up the ass, 
when a boy sat down and spread his legs and drew my head up into his lap so 
I could blow him. His organ was a monster and throbbed and jerked with 
excited anticipation. Then, suddenly, the boy behind me took a firm grip on 
my hips and humped hard, until the head of his cock had penetrated my 
asshole. I cried out with pain. Simultaneously the head of the other boy's 
cock jammed into my mouth, stifling off any cries of protest I might have at 
the painful invasion in my ass. 

"I tried to let my knees slip out from under me to escape being sodomized, 
but it was no use, because the boy was holding me up as he shoved his prick 
deeper and deeper into my tight, resisting rectum. 

"Then the boy whose cock I was sucking began heaving upward with his pelvis, 
driving his pole further down my throat. I was aware of male laughter and 
low obscene comments being made but was too possessed with my own problems 
to pay any attentions. 

"'Atta baby!' I heard the guy behind me exclaim as he sawed in and out of 
me, pulling the skin of my anus cruelly with each stroke. In my tight 
rectum, his big penis strained as though it was a balloon ready to break. It 
finally stopped hurting as I backed against him while I moved my head up and 
down and sucked on the other guy's cock. Then the guy behind me stiffened 
and cried out, his hands gripping my hips cruelly as he began to jerk his 
hot sperm into me in long, wet spurts, until my rectum was filled with his 
lubricating seed. 

"A few moments later, the other boy stiffened and groaned, his hands 
gripping my head and mashing down hard as his cock went off and shot spurt 
after spurt of hot come into my milking throat. Then both boys fell away 
from me and for a few moments I had a chance to recuperate. 

"I glanced towards Helen. The guy named Dick, who was Joe's friend, who had 
sodomized me in the motel room that morning, was doing the same thing to 
Helen now, while she was greedily blowing the big cock of a tall, dark and 
handsome boy named Larry. Larry was a senior and in my homeroom. I'd thought 
him to be queer until now ... and it was obvious he was not. Then hands were 
on me again and I had no time to watch Helen being gang-banged anymore. 

"This time I was helped into a straddling position over a boy's thighs and 
eased down on his huge phallus, until all of his cock was gorged within me. 
The boy's name was Peter, which more than suited him. His prick was the 
biggest I'd thus far had in me. It was so big and hard and filled me so full 
I thought I would split apart any moment. He started moaning and kissing my 
titties and sucking my nipples as I eased up and down on him. 

"I gasped, as another boy came at me from behind and pushed me over as he 
drove his prick up my ass. I tried to cry out, but the sound came forth as a 
distortion of squeals, grunts, and gaspings for breath. All the while the 
one boy fucked me in the ass while Peter fucked me in the cunny. I must say 
that the friction of being double-fucked at the same time, from back and 
front, was sensational. So fantastic, in fact, that I cried out as I came 
and came and came.... 

"I must have passed out from exhaustion or something because when I came to 
just Helen and I were lying on the mattresses, propped up wearily against 
the far wall, in a half-sitting position, were the nude forms of Joe and 
Tommy. 

"I sat up, looked around. The house was deserted except for the four of us. 
But the place was a mess, and the sweet aroma of pot still hung in the air. 
The ticking of the mattress I was sitting on was ruined from sperm stains 
and my own juices. The dried stuff was caked on my legs and arms and belly, 
and rear end. It was even crusted on my lips and cheeks, on my throat and 
titties as well as in my hair. I was a mess; luckily this time a nude mess 
and not with my clothes messed up as well. 

"I tried to get up twice before I finally made it. My legs were so weak and 
wobbly they felt like detached rubbery things apart from me. But I managed 
to stagger into the bedroom off the front room, beyond which was the 
bathroom. The Hollywood bed in the latter room was against the wall, its 
mattress soaked with sweat and sperm stains from male and female orgasms. 

"In the bathroom, I ran warm water in the basin and washed my face and 
throat, then my entire body with a washrag. There were no clean towels, 
several having been used and wadded up and flung into the corner near the 
commode, so I flitted about like a real idiot until the air had dried me. I 
then went into the front room and started pulling on my clothing as Helen 
and the boys began to stir and show signs of life. I took my wristwatch out 
of my purse and noted the time was four o'clock. I exhaled a long, soft 
whistle. We had started our initiation rites at seven-thirty the night 
before, so all in all we had orgied in one way or another for over seven 
hours before copping out. Fantastic! I felt exhausted but also exhilarated 
and well-satisfied. For the first time, at least since Paul had departed, I 
didn't want a man and sex. 

"Once the others were up and had washed and dressed themselves (all were too 
sated to want more sex then), we laughingly compared experiences. I said I 
lost count after the boys had each had me twice, in various different ways. 
Helen said she remembered each boy that made her, that they had taken turns 
doing her-twenty-one times in all. Excluding Helen and me, Joe bragged that 
he'd fucked and sodomized two of the new female members, while the third had 
blown him several times. Tommy couldn't remember how many times he'd 
climaxed in a girl, but he knew it was plenty since he was so 'damned sore' 
and 'dried out.' 

"We closed up the house, locked it, and counted the club dues as Joe drove 
us home. The total dues came to over $100. That was ample to purchase new 
mattress covers with, which was essential before another club party could be 
held. I then asked who the hell it was who had been smoking pot, and Joe 
chuckled softly and admitted that he had, along with Tommy and all the other 
boys. In fact, two of the new girl members-Lois and Janet-had also smoked 
the reefers to increase their sexual abilities. Or so Joe said, at any rate. 

"We had planned on having a two-night orgy at the house, but our exhausted 
state and reasons already given nixed the idea. We decided on another 
club-orgy meeting the following weekend, with drinking and smoking pot and 
sex the topic-particularly sex-to 'break-in' all members before acquiring 
new ones." 

Just as almost every "middle-class" high school and junior high school in 
the nation today is faced with the increasing epidemic of drug overusage, 
there is probably not a school in the nation that does not have some type of 
sex-club activity. 

In Time-Life booket The Swinging Sixties, it says that in the years prior to 
the "sexual revolution," high-school sex clubs, though few, for the most 
part were dominated by boys. Often, it was found, one girl would make up the 
entire female membership of the club, and thus each meeting turned into a 
gang-bang affair with oftentimes as many as ten to twelve boys taking turns 
having intercourse with the single girl member. 

The report goes on to state that the girl's reputation would often be 
ruined, plus the fact she often as not became pregnant, and was further 
"expelled from school for 'immoral conduct' with the male club members 
responsible for her condition seldom if ever getting so much as their wrists 
slapped in chastisement." 

The Time-Life booket goes on to say that over the years since World War II, 
the female has taken on a much more pronounced and prominent role in the 
worlds of teenage and adult sexual activities, especially in helping to 
organize teenage sex clubs and swap clubs for married adults. "There is no 
longer quite the same double standard that once existed," the report states. 
"Although the overly promiscuous teenager and the one known to join in sex 
club activities are as yet still in the minority, they are not so much an 
outcast of society today as before, and the clubs are thus on the rapid 
increase." 

Through the above expert findings a much keener insight is thus brought to 
light in Wanda's character and motivations who, by her own incestuous acts 
with her brother (minus intercourse) began her promiscuous neurosis which in 
turn developed into a voracious craving for fulfillment she could not deny, 
and was compelled to try, which only increased her neurotic state and turned 
her into a nymphomaniac. 

"Some Mondays are blue to some people, but to others Mondays are perfectly 
wonderful days. Thus it was with me when my brother Paul wrote that he was 
coming home on a ten-day furlough, after finishing boot training, and that 
he was bringing along a buddy, a Pvt. George D-, who had no family since his 
parents, Greek-Americans, had long since separated and lived in different 
worlds-all too far apart for him to be happy in living with either. So 
George was coming home with Paul, and, Paul asked, if it was okay, I could 
introduce him to a lot of my school girl friends to make his stay with us 
more interesting. He didn't put quotation marks around interesting, but I 
got what he meant. He wanted me to fix George up with a hot and willing, 
good-looking chick, and I knew just the one for him. 

"I couldn't wait to tell Helen (whom I intended to fix-up with George) about 
my brother's coming home on furlough and about the friend he was bringing 
with him. And almost immediately Helen's eyes gleamed and she made me 
promise to fix her up' with a date with him. I promised, chidingly 
insinuating I might feel him out about joining our now-bourgeoning sex club. 
Helen thought that an excellent idea, but hinted that, if she liked George 
well enough on their first date, she would like to ask him. 'Besides,' she 
added quickly, 'it wouldn't be embarrassing if I asked him to join, instead 
of the kid sister of his best buddy and host. Right?' I agreed she was right 
on, that if she liked him on their first date she could ask him to join our 
club. 

"'How about Paul, that handsome, well-built brother of yours, hon?' Helen 
asked. 'How about Paul-what?' I returned, clairvoyant of what she meant, but 
wanting her to say it. She smiled. 'How about asking him to join our sex 
club?' 

"I couldn't help the flush that came to my cheeks, as I calmly said, 'And 
wind up having him fucking me, or me sucking him off? Like, man! That 
wouldn't be groovy at all. Right? Like, hon, you just ain't got your little 
thinking cap on today.' Helen was quiet a few moments, then with directness 
said, 'I forgot about the ramifications involved, hon. Sorry. I was thinking 
how I would like to make love to your brother, and I momentarily forgot 
about what he would think if he. ... Well, like you said, forget the whole 
idea. Okay?' 

"I looked at Helen and smiled. 'You're very sweet, wanting to make love to 
my brother. That's a real compliment. I would feel the same way about Paul, 
if I were you and you were me.' 

"Her cheeks were flushed now and she had that funny gleam in her-eyes. 
'Look, hon,' she purred, 'why don't you come home with me after school? Dad 
and Mom have gone on a trip to Cleveland, and won't be home until midnight 
or later, and my little brother-or should I call him little, being he's 14 
now?-has gone to Boy Scout camp. That leaves me all alone ... and lonesome 
for good company. How about it?' 

"I told her I would have to call my mother, first, but that I was sure it 
would be okay-providing I didn't stay too late. I could also sense that 
Helen had other things in mind for us in the privacy of her home, 
lesbian-like things that were a lot of fun performing and left us 
temporarily sated sexually when no boys were handy. I called Mom and asked 
if I could go to Helen's; she said okay, saying also that she had to go to 
another woman's club meeting, but that if I was going to be very late to 
call my father and he would come after me, that she didn't want me walking 
home after dark, what with all the rape cases our city had had lately. I 
hung up the phone, smiling smugly as I thought of having sex with Helen ... 
and maybe with my father, in the car, en route home, if he wanted to. 
Groovy! 

"Later that afternoon, in the shade-drawn privacy of Helen's bedroom, we 
undressed each other completely, and she began making love to me like a boy 
would do it, kissing me French-style, kissing my face and throat and feeling 
me up with her hot little hands. Then her lips moved down to my titties, 
kissing them and their hard, erect nipples, and my flushed and excited body 
responded avidly to her touch. 

"After alternating kisses on each of my nipples, which nearly drove me out 
of my skull with passion, her kisses moved down on my stomach, laving the 
indenture of my navel with the tip of her tongue, and on down ... down to 
the curly patch of honey-blonde hair between my thighs. Then her mouth moved 
instinctively to my cunny and started to lick and suck, and really put me 
into an orbit of groovy ecstasy! 

"Helen sucked and licked me for quite a while, faster and faster, until I 
could stand it no longer and yanked her face hard to my cunny as I let loose 
the terrific load I'd stored in me since last Saturday night. I thought the 
flood of my juices drowned her, for a moment, but she was now too 
accomplished a cunnilinguist to let that happen and kept on, sucking and 
licking me, long after I had finished coming two more times and was building 
to a third peak of ecstasy. 

"'Good ... goooooood ... groovy-goooood!' I heard my voice cry out in 
excitement. Then the dam within me burst once again and released the 
remnants of my 'love savings' at her, draining me-fulfilling me-completely 
(or as completely as I could ever be fulfilled). 

"After a brief rest, it was my turn to suck Helen off. I did so with the 
same expertise she employed on me and found that, sooner than ever possible 
for me, she climaxed in a bevy of groans, clutching my head to her, flexing 
her legs over my shoulders and digging her heels into my back, heaving her 
pelvis up and down at me ... before she fell back, perspiring and exhausted, 
her face, with eyes closed and a smile of content, reflecting the relieved 
gratitude she felt. 

"We had TV dinners, watched a couple of programs, then went back into her 
bedroom and repeated our acts of lesbianism two more times on each other, 
before it was time for me to go home. 'You're something, hon,' Helen purred 
at me, as she lay nude and relaxed and watched me get dressed and apply 
fresh makeup. I smiled. 'You're a living doll yourself, sweet.' 

"'Wanda, why don't you stay the night with me? We could have an even more 
wonderful time and be asleep long before my folks come home. How about it?' 

"I told her I couldn't tonight, that my father wouldn't let me and, besides, 
my mother was expecting me home and might worry if I didn't show up. She 
shrugged, disappointedly, and didn't press it further. I dialed our home 
number and after a few rings my father answered. I told him I was ready to 
come home now, and would he come after me. He said he would, and by the tone 
in his voice I suspected he would want sex with me again ... if he didn't 
have to rape me to get it. 

"Dad picked me up in front of Helen's house, but instead of driving home he 
headed the car out one of the highways leading out of town. He noted how 
tense I was. He smiled. 'Look, baby, let's be honest with each other, okay? 
I've lusted for you ever since you developed into the beautiful girl you now 
are, and I'm positive you've been very much aware of how much I've noticed 
you. Right?' 

"'Right,' I clipped out, preferring not to elaborate until he had finished. 
I felt funny somehow, real grown-up, important, because this was the first 
time dear old Dad had ever been so openly frank and honest with me. 

"'What happened the other night-' he paused a moment, then continued, '-was 
no naive "accident" on your part, my love. It was something you planned; you 
had to have your way about getting out every night, instead of staying home 
and studying, the old protocol, so you devised a little plan of seduction, 
whereas I would be lured into your web, then entrapped, and you would hold 
the top cards (or your way), with threatening to expose me to your mother if 
I objected. Right?' 

"'Right,' I clipped again, being perfectly honest. 

"I do regret "rabbiting" so quickly that night, but couldn't help it. You 
see, my pet, it's been nearly two years now since your mother and I have had 
sex relations, and a man gets a bit "loaded" and "quick-triggered" when a 
lovely young girl, like yourself, plays with his genitals in so expert a 
manner as you did to me. As for taking you by surprise-' 

"'Rape, is the word,' I said curtly, recriminating. 

"Dad smiled, said, 'I-uh-prefer the term of taking you by surprise, and not 
rape. To go on-I am not one bit sorry I took you in that manner, since what 
you did to me by teasing me, then insulting and threatening me, made you 
deserve exactly what you got. I was a marine raider one time, love, and we 
prided ourselves by taking things by the element of complete surprise. Need 
I say more on that subject?' 

"'I-I guess not,' I said softly, admitting to myself every word he said was 
true. But something else had aroused my curiosity. 'Dad, what did you mean 
when you said you and mother haven't had sex relations for nearly two years? 
Like, what gives with you two favorites of mine?' 

"My father explained that my mother was going through the menopause, and 
that sex to her was a 'forgotten thing' until her chemistry makeup changed, 
her sweats stopped, and the estrogen shots she took had effects on her. He 
said that several times she wanted sex, but that when he came to her she was 
suddenly berating and frigid, wanting him one second and repulsed by him the 
next. Consequently, he could not hold an erection and often had to 
masturbate in order to relieve the burden he carried both mentally and 
physically. 

"Now that I understood my father, what he had endured while being patient 
and loyal to Mother, I loved him even more dearly for it. What's more, I 
felt like what I could give him sexually would be a favor. I would involve 
myself incestually with my father as a favor to him (and pleasure to me) and 
the mercy of feeling genuine physical release and relief. I would be keeping 
this affair 'in the family' the same as I had done with brother Paul. I 
relaxed and snuggled close to my father on the front seat. 

"Dad had rented a motel room on the far side of town, where nobody knew us 
and where, ironically, the motel was within a few blocks of the one Joe had 
taken me to. Inside the cabin, we sat on the edge of the bed and started 
making passionate love. 

"His arm went around me and held me close and one of his hands lifted and 
closed on my titty. I moaned and sighed with pleasure. Dear old Dad was an 
expert lover, and I intended enjoying every moment of it. And learn plenty, 
as well. Then his mouth clamped over mine and his tongue probed between my 
teeth and I sucked it in, clutching at his back with my nails. 

"His hands soon had me divested of clothing from the waist up, and his lips 
and hands alternated kissing my body and titties and nipples, until I was 
atremble with flaming passion. I put my hand in his lap and closed it over 
the peak of the tent-like protrusion. He gasped with pleasure. I squeezed it 
some more, easing up as his legs began to jerk and tremble. 

"One pf his hands worked down between my thighs, under my panties. Two of 
his fingers fingered my labia and clitoris until I was hot and juicy, then 
he rammed his two fingers up my vagina as far as they would go. They worked 
in and out-in and out-fanning the flames of passion within me to even 
greater heights. I responded by expertly undoing his belt and fly and 
pushing down his clothing until his majestic cock and heavy, sperm-filled 
balls were exposed. I caressed his hard and straining prick with one hand 
and squeezed and tickled his balls with the other. 

"'Ohhhhhh. baby!' he moaned, bouncing his pelvis to my hand movements. I 
took time to tug his handkerchief out and resumed playing with his genitals. 
Then, I decided to give him the thrill of his life and not waste his sperm 
in his handkerchief when he had his first climax. 

"I slid off the bed on my knees, finished tugging Dad's trousers and shorts 
off, and flung them into a nearby chair. I knelt between his now widespread 
legs and put my mouth over the head of his big prick. He wouldn't last long, 
and prolonged love play might result in his ejaculating a load in my face. 
So I took his cock deep into my throat as he braced himself with both hands 
behind him and moaned with delight. If he'd ever had a blow job from Mom, or 
any other woman, it had been too long ago to matter. I could tell, just by 
the amateurish way he jerked his hips as I sucked him. He looked down at my 
bobbing face and moaned his thanks, telling me how wonderful I was for doing 
this to him. I used my teeth on the tender underside of his cock, and he 
closed his eyes, knowing his ecstasy would soon be over and that he soon 
would be ejaculating in my mouth. 

"His hips began to respond better each time I ran my lips over half of his 
shaft (all I could take in without choking) and then let them ease back 
again to the ridge below the head. He groaned and his prick gave a heavy 
pulse and I knew it was time. I started sucking harder and tickling his 
balls with my free hand. Suddenly his cock swelled in my mouth and exploded 
with jets of come that squirted deep into my throat. He pushed forward in 
his reverie and I took all of him in that I could, leaving enough room to 
breathe and swallow his hot sperm. I kept sucking until his cock was limp in 
my mouth, until his balls hung loose and relaxed, until he couldn't have 
mustered another hard on again if he'd wanted to. 

"I laid beside him on the bed and cuddled close as his arms encircled me and 
his hands stroked my back and hair. 'Where did you ever learn to blow a man 
like that?' he grunted in a tired voice. I grinned and told him it was a 
secret, but that if I had pleased him I was happy because he deserved more 
than any pleasing I could give him. He apologized for being so greedy, 
saying he knew how frustrated I again must feel. Then he asked me if I would 
like to have him eat me, that at least he could please me orally if not by 
intercourse. I agreed, not wanting to hurt his feelings. For I could tell 
oral sex was something he hadn't tried with mother, and now he wanted fully 
to experiment on me. 

"I positioned myself on the bed, back against two pillows, knees raised and 
legs spread wide apart. Dad half lay, half propped himself up on his elbows 
between my thighs and started kissing my vulva and labia and then parted the 
lips a bit with his fingers to expose my hard clit and teased it with his 
tongue. I gasped and moaned with pleasure. My legs jerked and trembled as 
the passion built within me, and my fingers formed claws and raked through 
his hair. I moaned and squirmed around and loved every moment of his 
ministrations. 

"I gasped out loud as his hard tongue drove way up in my vagina to swirl and 
probe and move in and out-and drive me out of my mind with passion. Now my 
hands clutched each side of his head, namely his ears, and tugged him to me, 
hard. The dikes of passion within me suddenly broke arid I screamed my 
ecstasy as I came and came-until I thought I'd never stop, until I fell limp 
with exhaustion, moaning pleasurably from the best cunny job I'd had yet. 
From my dad, no less! 

"We got home about midnight and after a brief kiss we parted company and 
quickly went to our respective bedrooms. For a long time I lay naked between 
the cool sheets, staring up at the dark ceiling and wondering how many more 
good times dear old Dad and I would have together before my mother would 
inevitably catch us. I wondered what our reactions would be when that time 
came, what hers would be, what we would each say to each other. Mother would 
angrily demand a full explanation; neither Dad nor I, of course, could 
explain anything to her in any logical way that made good sense. I fell 
asleep thinking about Dad's stamina and sexual prowess, savoring the 
wonderful sensations still lingering in and on my body that his ardent 
lovemaking had left me with." 

The cathexis, or emotional intensity, in Wanda's case was at the time very 
high. And this was no passing fancy, or simple dalliance on her part. Her 
involvement with members of the sex club, and then Helen, but most 
especially with her own father; was complete, and her every movement was 
designed to achieve only two things: her own way and sexual satisfaction 
which remained beyond her reach. Her sexual exploits then were by no means a 
striving towards an end; rather, they had by now become an epilogue to past 
sexual conquests. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Everything Falls Apart 

"Paul arrived that Wednesday, all dressed up in his Marine dress blue 
uniform. He looked elegant; he looked handsome; he seemed to be in better 
physical shape than I'd ever seen him, but the way he looked at me made my 
knees get weak and my cunny ache for him to fuck me. 

"With Paul was Pvt. George D-, also clad in his dress blues. He was tall, 
like Paul, barrel-chested, and very broad-shouldered. His waist was slim, 
but I couldn't tell about the rest of him because of the uniform. 

"Paul couldn't get over the way I'd grown up during the twelve weeks he'd 
been gone. He said I looked like a 'different me' and not at all like the 
little sister he'd left behind. His eyes kept roaming over my figure and I 
was sure I could detect in them the desire to make love to me again-only 
this time all the way love and not the kind we used to make that left 
neither one of us feeling fulfilled. Likewise, I'm sure he could tell in my 
eyes the need for him, the willing eagerness for him to fuck me, which he 
had never done before. So he was in for quite a surprise; besides, I'd been 
taking the pill like Helen did, and wasn't afraid anymore of getting 
pregnant. 

"I couldn't help but flirt a bit with George, and note that gleam in his 
dark eyes which made me flush and my heart palpitate and my cunny ache with 
desire for him. I also noticed Dad watching my flirtation with George and 
the jealous look in his eyes. I calmed down and acted like a happy sister 
again, lest there be a scene which could have embarrassed us all. 

"Then I noticed Mother and the way she was giving George her undivided 
attention. She also had that gleam in her eyes which said she wanted to be 
one helluva lot more than a 'motherly friend' to handsome George. And I 
suddenly wondered if mother's passing through the menopause was being used 
as a front by her to sadistically freeze' my father out of any further 
sexual life as vengeance (possibly) for something he had done to her much 
earlier that neither Paul nor I knew anything about; possibly something 
insignificant to Dad to even consider as suspicion for his prolonged 'sex 
draught' until he fucked me. 

"Usually it was Mother who would excuse herself and depart to attend a club 
meeting or political function of some kind, but tonight it was my father's 
turn to excuse himself and depart for an important meeting of broadcasting 
executives downtown. That meant, as a rule, that he wouldn't be home until 
the wee hours of morning and that we weren't to wait up for him. 

"After my father had left for his meeting, Mother, Paul, George, and I 
relaxed in the living room. Mother and I listened to the boys relate several 
terrifying tales of what Marine boot camp at Parris Island was all about, 
including some fiendish types of punishment the DI's inflicted on several 
young boots when 'outsiders' weren't watching. 

"'You gotta read this new book just out about boot camp at P.I., entitled, 
See Parris and Die,' George told us, in his unmistakable Brooklyn accent. 
"The authors of the book give a much better accounting of what goes on 
"behind the scenes' at P.I. than Paul or I could ever tell you.' I jotted 
down the title of the book, assuring George I'd place an order for it 
tomorrow at a book store not far from our home. 

"Then Paul started joking about how boot camp kept them isolated from all 
civilian life, including girls. And how cooks at their mess hall had put 
saltpeter in the food just to keep the 'beast' in them calmed down for 
twelve weeks. 

"More and more I detected a big change in Paul. He no longer was kid-brother 
Paul I used to know, but Paul the man, the marine, now and proud of it. He 
seemed much older than he was before leaving for boot training, as though 
the twelve weeks he'd been away were like twelve years insofar as the change 
in him was concerned. But looking deep into his eyes I could see the same 
fires of desire there, only burning much fiercer than before. And this 
brought wave after wave of excitement to me, knowing that soon I would be 
locked in Paul's arms again and he would be making passionate love to me, 
and that this time our lovemaking would be consummated by sexual intercourse 
... our first together. Whatever semen he had stored up for the. last twelve 
weeks I would take from him, by mouth, vagina, or any other way, so long as 
it sapped him and satisfied him. Afterward, I might even take on George 
unless. ... But it was silly to imagine that mother would ever stoop down to 
having sex with a young man young enough to be her son! 

"Later, prior to retiring, Paul seemed pleased to find his room exactly like 
it was when he'd left it, filled with nude to half-nude pinups, kooky signs, 
school pennants, and his athletic letters and high-school diploma neatly 
arranged under a large frame and hung over his desk. 

"Mother had me help her carry a portable bed into the downstairs den; this 
was to be George's room while he visited us. Besides, George liked to read a 
lot and Dad had wall-to-ceiling shelves filled with books of all kinds 
lining three sides of the den. The fourth side was a huge picture window 
that overlooked the lawn outside; over the window long and expensive drapes 
were drawn. 

"We retired around midnight, and from the look in Paul's eyes I knew I would 
have a bedtime visitor, once Mother and George had gone to sleep and the 
house had quieted. I also noticed the sexy way Mother stared at George, but 
again dismissed such thoughts as purely my oversexed imagination. 

"Later, as I lay nude between the sheets, my entire body ached for Paul's 
loving caresses of lips and hands, and then his mighty prick gorging my 
insides for the first time. Just thinking about it made me play with myself 
down there while my brain urged him to hurry For God's sake hurry and come 
to me, while my senses kept alert to every sound which would signal his 
approach. 

"Twice I thought I heard a soft footfall in the carpeted hall outside my 
bedroom door, and both times I readied myself to give Paul the welcome he so 
richly deserved. But both times, nothing happened. The clock with aluminous 
dial on the bookcase across the room told me it was one o'clock. Oh, God! I 
thought in a panic. Surely I wasn't wrong about the look in Paul's eyes! 
Surely he'll come to me ... ! 

"Still, nothing. I suddenly was beset by the horrible realization that maybe 
boot-camp life had changed Paul more than I realized, that maybe I was 
mistaken about the look in his eyes and his sexy feelings about me, that 
maybe he was no longer interested in continuing an incestual affair with his 
sister, that maybe he now wanted a woman he could make love to and marry and 
have-permanently! 

"Oh, no-NO! a voice seemed to cry out in my brain. He can't do this thing to 
me! 

"Then I heard an unmistakable sound outside my door, and half held my 
breath. My heart pounded wildly within my chest. The door of my room eased 
open, quietly, and closed again. I could literally feel the other person in 
the room with me, although I couldn't tell who it was in the dark. Then came 
Paul's familiar voice whispering: 'Sis? Hey, honeypot, you ain't asleep yet, 
are you?' My heart pounded harder as I sat up in bed, dropped the sheet, and 
opened my arms to him. 

"He came quickly to the bed, sat down, folded me into his strong arms, and 
kissed me. Our kiss was long and passionate. He whispered how much he'd 
missed me, how much he needed my hot body, my love. I returned his ardor 
with a fervor that surprised him, then pressed his face against my bare 
titties whisperingly urging him to kiss them and their hard nipples, 
assuring him I had plenty to offer him this time, including my hot body. 

"We shifted positions a bit, until he was lying beside me with the tent-like 
bulge in his pajama pants boring into my tummy. He told me he would have 
come to me sooner, but that first he'd had to make sure both Mother and 
George were asleep before he made his move. He was a little tense and 
nervous at first, but my French kisses and intimate caresses soon calmed him 
down to accept the pleasures at hand. 

"His lips on my breasts and nipples, and his hands on my body, drove me to 
greater heights of passion. I jerked open the front of his pajama pants and 
closed my hands on his huge, powerfully throbbing prick and hard, 
sperm-filled balls. He gasped pleasurably. 'Careful, baby,' he whispered, 
'it won't take much playing around down there to make me come.' 

"I tittered softly, then dropped my head to his lap and closed my lips over 
the head of his prick. I felt him jerk and tremble with excitement, heard 
him mutter something I couldn't understand. But I knew that what I was doing 
was really pleasing him, and that two of his fingers now working in and out 
of my cunny were pleasing me as well. I took in more of his big cock and 
sucked harder on it, tickling and lightly squeezing his balls at the same 
time. 

"He suddenly jerked, uttered a funny sound, and went tense. I knew what that 
meant and kept sucking on his prick. He then grunted and pushed down on my 
head, hard, simultaneously jerking his pelvis up at me so that his cock 
drove deeper into my throat as he ejaculated. He wasn't kidding about having 
'stored-up' his jism for twelve weeks. It came spurting out into my mouth 
and throat in such torrents I couldn't swallow all of it, and had to let it 
run out of my mouth onto him and the sheet until, finally, it stopped 
pumping out. He sighed and fell on his back, oblivious to everything but the 
blissful relief he now felt. I swallowed all of his seed I could, then 
quickly wiped the semen off him, myself, and the bed sheet. I started to get 
up to go to the bathroom to wash my face and gargle, but Paul's hand snaked 
out to close on my arm and hold me fast. He drew me up beside him and, 
unhesitant of semenal residue, kissed me and whisperingly told me how much 
he loved me for what I'd just done to him. He then asked if I'd like him to 
do the same thing for me, and I told him after he fucked me he could do to 
me whatever he wanted to. 

"My eagerness for him to fuck me took him by surprise, but only momentarily. 
'You really mean it, sis? You really want me to fuck you this time?' He 
panted, while kissing my titties and tonguing their erect tips. 

"'I really want you to fuck me,' I said positively. 'I want you to fuck me 
so that I'll never forget it! Okay?' 

"For a moment he was silent. Then he mused, 'Man, you really changed, didn't 
you?' To which I retaliated with: 'Well, what did you expect of me, hon? 
That I'd remain a virgin forever? Nooooo indeeed-y! Not I!' He asked who the 
boy was that fucked me first, and I told him. I also told him I hadn't seen 
Richard since, and why. He asked who the other boys were who fucked me, but 
I brushed it off by saying that we were wasting time with idle talk when we 
could be 'indulging' in nicer things. 

"We locked in another passionate embrace and I sucked on" his probing tongue 
and moaned while his hands explored my body, hitting just the right places 
to charge me up into greater desire for him. His lips moved down on my 
titties again. He kissed them, one at a time, and sucked on their hard tips. 
One of his hands stroked my back and buttocks while the other hand delved 
between my thighs and gently worked two fingers in and out of my hot, juicy 
cunny. 

"'Ah, I didn't know we would go this far ... That is-I didn't think to buy 
any-I clapped my hand over his mouth before he could say more. I whispered 
for him to not worry, I knew what to do, what the score was, and all he had 
to do was concentrate on fucking me without having to worry about knocking 
me up. 

"I scrunched down on the bed as he moved over me and opened my thighs wide 
to him. I guided his hard cock to the lips of my cunny, then held my breath 
as he slowly but surely sank his big cock into my depths to his balls. I 
tried not to moan my ecstasy too loud, but Paul's big prick felt so 
wonderful gorging my love channel, I couldn't help but let a few loud gasps 
and moans of pleasure escape my lips. 

"I could feel the climax building toward release within me and tried to hold 
it until Paul was ready, but the friction of his in-and-out movements was 
too wonderful to oppose. Thus I suddenly gasped and raked his back and sides 
with my nails as my hips bucked against him, held, and my entire body 
trembled and jerked from a tremendous climax. 

"Yet brother Paul wasn't as far removed from second orgasm as I had thought. 
He suddenly rammed his big cock into me, hard, time after time, to the very 
depths of my cunt, finally tensing and grunting out his relief as his 
ejaculation pulsed deep within me, each spurting weakening him and softening 
his potent prick. He then lay quiet on me, panting for breath, letting our 
love juices commingle and drain from our bodies as his prick got limp. 

"'Like it?' I cooed. 

"'Oh, manohman! That was the utter most! I've never been fucked that good by 
any girl!' I hugged him, clenched my vaginal muscles around his wilting 
manhood. This latter trick seemed to revitalize him, for suddenly I could 
feel his prick in me getting hard again. I giggled softly and continued to 
clench his love-pole with my muscles until he was rock-hard and ready for 
action again. 

"We hit it again, in a frenzied pace, but still it was more prolonged than 
ever and fantastically wonderful! We must have fucked each other for better 
than twenty minutes, as though we were challenging each other to a duel of 
who would last the longest, when he suddenly groaned as his prick ballooned 
inside of me and exploded for the third time. I timed my release to blend 
with his this time, making our climax a combined thing and ... wonderful! I 
must have fainted from the pleasurable exertions, for when I opened my eyes 
it was morning and the alarm on the bookcase across the room said that it 
was seven o'clock and time to get up. I got out of bed but my knees were 
still weak I had to sit on the edge of the bed a few moments until the 
strength returned to them to carry me across the room and back. I turned off 
the alarm and was going to flop on my bed, spread-eagled in my nakedness, to 
languish in the wonderful way I felt, when I stopped short, staring at the 
bed. It was one horrible mess. The sheets were rumpled and twisted, and were 
half on and off the bed. They were stained with dried love juices, as was 
the mattress. My inner thighs and pubic hairs and my lips and throat and 
chest were also encrusted with dried semen; even worse-some of it was on my 
cheeks and in my hair as well! I beheld my image in the full-length mirror 
on my closet door and was thankful neither Dad nor Mom had popped into my 
room for anything this morning. 

"I quickly hauled the sheets off the bed and piled them in the closet, 
temporarily. I got clean sheets from a shelf in the closet and remade my 
bed, covering the stained mattress after washing with a washrag. I then 
darted into the bathroom across the hall from my room and took a hot shower 
and washed my hair. Returning to my room, I felt much better, much cleaner 
and-wowie!-much, more sexually sated than ever before! 

"I wondered how Paul felt, and how he managed to leave me without me knowing 
it. I was positive no man could be that good to me-leaving me without me 
knowing it, unless I'd fainted during the moment of climax. Yet, it had 
happened. At least I presumed it had, meaning that I'd fainted from the 
pleasure derived from climax with Paul, which had only happened once 
before-in that motel room, when I awoke to greet Paul and his friend, Dick, 
who paid to sodomize me. It worried me, now that the same thing had happened 
to me twice, because from now on I wouldn't know which climactic plane to 
stop on before I blacked out completely. 

"I got dressed in a blouse and miniskirt and, after fixing my hair and 
making up my face, went downstairs ... to find Dad still asleep on the 
living-room sofa and nobody else in sight. I tiptoed past Dad to the hall 
leading to the kitchen, thinking maybe Mom was out there drinking coffee and 
smoking where she wouldn't disturb my father. But when I got to the kitchen, 
it, too, was empty. I poured myself a cup of hot, fresh, black coffee and 
sipped it. It felt warm and revitalizing, which I needed after that hot 
session with brother Paul. Brother Paul had proven plenty to me, and, crazy, 
but somehow I wished he was my lover and we weren't related, so we could get 
married and live happily ever after-having sex together! 

"My thoughts of Paul were suddenly interrupted by the intuition someone else 
was in the room with me. I turned and glanced at the door and my intuition 
proved correct. George D stood in the door, clothed in white T-shirt and the 
blue pants of his dress uniform. He was smiling-cockily, I thought-and a 
cigarette dangled from the corner of his mouth. 

"I smiled and bade him a good morning; he returned the greeting, poured 
himself a cup of coffee, sugared it, and sat down in a chair across the 
table from me. 'Did you have a nice sleep?' I asked the natural thing for 
lack of something else to say. 'Oh, just fine, fine,' he said in his rapid 
Brooklyn tongue, 'until, well, noises woke me up. Noises from over my head 
somewheres-like human noises-and they kept me awake for a long time. After 
they quieted down, I went back to sleep.' He shrugged. 'How's about you? You 
sleep okay, or did them noises keep you awake, too?' 

"I knew George had not been shown the upstairs part of the house, else he 
would have known my bedroom was directly over the den in which he was 
sleeping. But what I was not so sure of was if his ears had been keen enough 
to distinguish just whose voices they were that kept him awake. I didn't 
think he would dare suspect that Paul and I would be the types to have an 
incestuous affair, but I couldn't be sure. So, while we made idle chatter 
about my school, I kept myself alert to any signs in his actions, speech or 
expressions that would intimate in any way that he suspected-or knew whom 
the voices belonged to that kept him awake. 

"'Your old man-ah-your father-does he make it a habit to sleep on the sofa 
downstairs?' George asked, adding, 'Or does he sack out down here so as not 
to disturb anybody when he comes in late?' 

"I tried to be as polite and to the point as possible: 'I think that's an 
overly personal question for you to ask, George, don't you?' To which he 
grinned and replied: 'Sorry. Guess I talk too much. Y'see, in Brooklyn we 
come right out and say what we feel, without any wishy-washiness, and I 
guess it hits people, like you, the wrong way out here in the Midwest. Huh?' 

"I agreed that his brusqueness had hit me wrong, but to sate his 
curiosity-yes, he'd been right about Daddy. He often slept on the sofa 
downstairs, after returning late from a meeting, so as not to disturb or 
awaken my mother and spoil her rest. I then glanced at the watch on my wrist 
and excused myself, telling him I had to go to school. 

"'Hey, how's about me throwing on my shirt and blouse and giving you a 
convoy to school?' George suggested. I smilingly shrugged my shoulders, 
nodded my head in assent. Hell, why not let a handsome J.S. Marine like 
George walk me to school? Think of the interest it will create, plus the 
jealousy of the other girls. Too, I might even get around to asking him to 
be my 'guest' at one of our sex-club meetings-providing he would promise 
never to tell Paul. 

"As we approached my school, I looped my arm through George's and acted 
proud to be in his company. He smiled and clenched my arm in the crook of 
his, so that his big flexor seemed to squeeze it. His elbow pushed against 
my titty until each step we took made me hotter and hotter for his body. By 
the time we reached school I was ready to rape him, and did my level best to 
keep calm, not blush and give away the secret hots I had for him. 

"A flock of my girl friends gathered around us, including Helen. They oohed 
and ahed and bubbled out the usual crazy schoolgirl plaudits while George, 
smiling, tried to answer ten questions at once about himself and the Corps 
and what he thought of the Vietnam war. But I noted that while he pacified 
the wolf pack around him, his gaze was fixed mostly on Helen, instead of me. 
I noted also that her sexy gaze held his, as well. 

"I introduced George to Helen, who hung around until nearly time for the 
bell and after the rest of the girls had gone to their classes. They both 
continued to rape each other with their eyes as they stood chatting, 
oblivious that I was still present. I shrugged, hurried to my homeroom, 
leaving Helen and George to themselves. 

"Helen didn't show for class (we had the same homeroom) that morning, nor 
did she show at the cafeteria that noon, where she and I always met for 
lunch. In fact, she didn't show for any of her classes that day, and when I 
called home and Paul answered the phone and I casually inquired how George 
liked our home and the town, I learned that George hadn't been home all day, 
that everyone had gotten up late and missed him. Paul asked me if I'd seen 
him earlier, before I went to school. I confessed to Paul that George had 
walked-'convoyed'-me to school, and that the last I'd seen of him was when 
he was chatting to Helen when I ran to class. 

"Paul emitted an all-knowing low chuckle. 'Helen, is she the swinger type? 
Like, I remember she used to act like a swinger, long before I joined the 
Corps. Is she one, now?' 

"I lied. I told Paul I didn't know whether she was or not. I naively added, 
'Why?' Which brought another all-knowing low chuckle from Paul, who said, 
'The Greek, George, is a real cock-hound. A real hunter for swingers if he 
senses one is near him. So if your friend Helen is a swinger, hon, she's in 
for one sexy good time of it-Greek-style!' 

"I felt the flush on my cheeks and changed the subject, asking him what he 
planned to do during the ten days he was home, also whether Mom or Dad had 
mentioned to him anything about going places and doing things. 'Nope, not a 
thing have they mentioned, as yet, but that doesn't mean they won't. And 
speaking of our esteemed parents-they have gone on an overnight trip to 
Detroit, where Dad is supposed to attend a national broadcasting meeting of 
some kind. And that, my hot little sweetheart, leaves me all alone in this 
big old house-all alone and waiting for you to come home to me!' 

"My heart began to pound, and I was thankful Paul couldn't see my blushing 
face. I knew exactly what he meant, but hesitated to hang up long enough to 
ask: 'What if George comes home and surprises us? Gad! What would he think?' 

"'Never mind about the Greek, honeypot. If I know him like I think I do, 
hell be engaged for quite some time with your friend Helen. After wards, 
he'll be too pooped to do anything but hit the sack and sleep.' 

"'I-I'll be right home!' I exclaimed softly, then hung up the receiver and 
wasted little time getting home to Paul's strong arms and masterful 
lovemaking...." 

In the past, it has been the prerogative of young men members of 
"respectable families" to sow wild oats. But today their monopoly of the 
privelege is challenged by a group of young women, for the most part, 
teenagers in high school, of their own social world who go wherever desire 
or the momentum of the hour carries them. Free as they are in their actions, 
including sex, these promiscuous girls can hardly be called the rebels of 
their generation, for they follow the course of least resistance without 
giving much thought to their actions. 

Like all of us, they are seeking ego satisfaction, and if they find it in a 
dubious kind of social success, it stands to reason that they have been 
unfortunately conditioned. 

They may have been deprived of security and affection at home or they may 
have been brought up too rigidly; they may have grown up in a chaotic 
environment, or they may suffer from some personality deficiency. A few 
start out as idealists, become bitterly disillusioned, and take to sowing 
wild oats out of revenge on society and on themselves. 

The promiscuous girls seek escape in drink as they do in sex, wild parties, 
sex clubs, et cetera, and if they go to college they go for the "ride" more 
than an education, seeking males and having sexual affairs with them 
wantonly and many times-openly. 

It is found that these girls come from all kinds of homes. They include 
daughters of tradesmen and small-businessmen, as well as the daughters of 
professional men and the well-to-do. Half of them, according to a recent 
study, had had sexual intercourse shortly after or before entering high 
school, when they hardly knew, as one of them glibly put it, "what it was 
all about, but we found out in a hurry-the hard way!" 

Sigmund Freud, Havelock Ellis, and other pioneer sexologists breached the 
walls of ignorance, silence, and prejudice, early in the present century; 
and in the period following World War I, there was a spreading revolt of 
youth against antiquated and hidebound traditions. 

But it was not until the middle of our present century-in 1948 to be 
precise-that the "new sexual freedom" really started to roll. That was the 
year Dr. Kinsey and associates startled the entire world with the first 
statistical, scientific survey of American sex life, Sexual Behavior in the 
Human Male, soon after followed up with Sexual Behavior in the Human Female. 

For the first time in history Americans were able to read exactly what their 
neighbors were doing and confirm what they had always suspected. Husbands 
and wives who had practiced any sexual variety other than the time-honored 
man-above, woman-supine coital positions now breathed a sigh of relief. They 
had plenty of company-and they were adjudged to be normal! 

What followed was a decade that was dubbed by one prominent New York 
psychologist as the "Fornicating Fifties," which subsequently gave way to 
the "Sizzling Sixties;" to some, the upheaval which followed, stripping the 
heavy wraps of censorship off sex, was a terrifying phenomenon. The nation, 
they lamented, was roaring down the rocky road toward decadent collapse, and 
Gibbon's Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire was frequently referred to as 
proof. Discounting the headlines and pious outrage, people in general were 
reacting with considerably more calm, but the events had a direct effect 
upon our sprouting-toadulthood young people. 

The new sexual freedom prevalent today has revolutionized the sexual 
behavior of the high school teenage set to the point that the virginity has 
become almost as antiquated as grandfather's gas-lamp. 

"My chief reason for yielding to a boy," said one high-school girl in a 
recent press survey conducted in the East, "is that boys are so insistent 
and I have no valid argument against it." Another girl said, "When I'm in 
love, it's the only thing I have to give!" 

It was learned that both girls belonged to different high-school sex clubs, 
clubs they actually believed could "season them" for the good life and 
bigger and better sex clubs when they went to college. 

Unfortunately, there is no conclusive way of finding out or even estimating 
the eventual outcome of most of our teenagers today who willingly and 
eagerly participate in the increasing number of high-school sex clubs that 
have been mushrooming the past decade. 

Consultants and analyists all too often learn, it has been found by leading 
sexologists in a host of related surveys, about the many instances where 
teenage participants of sex clubs wind up in trouble of one kind or another 
and are thus plagued by both mental and physical disturbances of varying 
degrees and intensities (as in the case of Wanda). It is for this 
reason-getting at the truth-that it is necessary in today's youthful society 
for researchers to probe far beyond the confines and limitations of police 
and criminal records and the consulting room of the psychologist, 
psychiatrist, and sociologist. 

It is found that the truth of a person lies within the person himself; the 
job for the professional is to force it out of that self, into the open, 
through confessions or testimonials, before the afflicted young person can 
be helped. Otherwise the youth remains an island to himself, so to speak, 
with little chance of being aided until the barrier obstructing such aid 
mental-has been penetrated and torn away so that the truth can be easily 
seen and understood. 

Relating back to our case history of Wanda, it was learned from her, through 
hypnosis employed by her psychiatrist, that she remembered all about her 
many sexual activities (which she later simply referred to as "honeymoons"), 
including the incestuous affairs with her brother and father, from the time 
she was eleven years old until her late teens. Her psychiatrist, by using 
hypnosis, found it easy to diagnose her problem as nymphomania. 

Now let us again let Wanda continue her narrative of what happened between 
her and her brother, her father, her brother's friend, George, as well as 
the sex club in which she was a charter member, "When I arrived home I got a 
surprise I wasn't expecting. Paul was waiting for me-naked. I called out to 
him once I got in the house and put down my books and things, and he 
answered from upstairs. I ram up to his room, and there he stood posed in 
the nude with his arms out to me and his big hard on jerking and bobbing 
every time he moved. 

"'Paul!' I exclaimed, blushing furiously, my hand instinctively going to my 
mouth. 

"He grinned, stepped forward, and put his arms around me. 'I think it's time 
we got you undressed and in bed with me, right?' he quipped. 

"'But-what if George comes home and surprises us? I mean, he could, you 
know!' I pressed myself flush against his nudity as I spoke, feeling the 
shock waves of heated passion rising within me. 

"Look, stop worrying about George, okay?' Paul said softly. 'By the time he 
gets home he'll be too pooped for anything but sleep.' 

"I gave him an impish smile. 'Meaning my friend Helen is promiscuous enough 
to fuck him that well on their first date?' 

"To which Paul cocked his head a bit and with a sly grin, replied, 'George 
don't go with a girl unless she's a sure thing. He can look at their eyes 
and somehow tell whether they'll lay or not. So if he latched onto your 
friend Helen, you can be sure she's his type' of gal, else he wouldn't give 
her a tumble. Hell, I know him that well!' 

"I relaxed against Paul and opened my mouth and sucked in his hot, probing 
tongue. One of his hands gently moved under my blouse and upward, to close 
upon my bra-clad tit and squeeze while his fingers worked the hardening 
nipple. I moaned, locked my arms around his waist, and drove my pelvis 
against him. His moan of pleasure sounded muted within my mouth. He raised 
the hem of my skirt slightly and slipped his other hand between my thighs. 
He tenderly caressed the already wet lips of my vulva through the nylon 
covering of my pantyhose, then his hand moved up and under the nylon 
waistband and down into contact with my hotly flowing cunny. Two of his 
fingers began to work in and out of me while his other hand on my tit and 
his hot kisses got me so hot that my breath came in raucous hisses and 
smacking sounds from my mouth and nostrils. 

"We sat down on the edge of his bed and he resumed kissing me while his 
hands gently but expertly divested me of clothing. I reached over and took 
hold of his big prick. Stiff, hard, throbbing, it felt fantastically 
wonderful. I moved the skin up and down, marveling at how the head appeared 
and disappeared in the folds of skin, how his balls seemed to ride up and 
down with my movements. I don't think I've ever before been so completely 
fascinated with a male penis as I was at that moment. 

"Paul lowered his face to my titties and smothered them with tender kisses, 
using his lips to suck first one nipple and then the other. One of his hands 
gently stroked my spine now while the other covered my cunny as his two 
fingers moved in and out ... in and out ... charging the dynamo of passion 
inside me to soaring new heights with every movement. 

"Our passion carried us to a prone position on his bed locked in each 
other's arms. My whole body shuddered with heat as he flashed over me, 
grasped my tit and sucked the inflamed tip into his mouth. As he licked and 
drew on it I rolled slowly from side to side, little a ship on a summer sea, 
heaving up, then thrusting the end of my tit deeper into his anxious mouth. 

"My hands groped desperately over his hairy belly, my fingers like so many 
tentacles, searching, reaching in their hunger. Then I had hold of his hard 
cock again and tugged on it gently, until his body followed. His legs 
straddled me and his cock and balls rested on the sweat-sheened flesh 
between my titties. I mashed my orbs together, enclosing his genitals. He 
raised a bit and eased forward, until the head of his dong was against my 
lips. I stuck out my tongue and teased the hole at the tip of his prick 
where his love juice already dripped forth. He jerked, closed his eyes, and 
threw his head back. Man, like he was loving every bit of what I was doing 
for him! 

"Suddenly Paul had another plan in mind, one he said we would both enjoy 
much better. He reversed himself so that his face was against my tummy as I 
pulled his hard, throbbing organ to my mouth. He gave a jerk and gasped as I 
enclosed the end of his prick in my mouth. I uttered a muted gasp of delight 
as he laved my navel with the tip of his tongue, then kissed my tummy down 
to the top of my curly mat of pubic hair. Under his face, my stomach rose 
and fell convulsively. 

"I stuffed as much of his cock in my mouth and throat as I could take 
without choking, and worried the lower part of its thick base with my teeth. 
The head of his prick was hot as it pushed against the back of my throat, 
while the pleasure of the moment pulsed throughout my body. 

"Then Paul slipped his hands under my ass and braced my hips. Slowly, 
carefully, temptingly, he lowered his face to my pulsing hot cunny. I 
gasped, jerked with joy as I felt his tongue glide down into the hot 
aperture of my being. I sucked hard on his prick and tickled and pressed on 
his balls and made funny whimpering sounds of muted joy as his tongue laved 
my labia, tickled my clitoris with its hard tip, and then moved down to my 
love channel and up inside it as far as he could thrust. 

"I worked extra hard to try and devour all of his penis, but all I could 
consume without suffocating was three-quarters of it. Then each of us began 
to try to outdo the other with oral ministering, as though we were 
competitors in an important contest. Suddenly, I felt his body tense up and 
his prick balloon and pound madly for release in my mouth. I, too, went 
tense, for Paul had brought that familiar tickling feeling in me to nearly 
the release point. 

"Paul hastened his pace and my hips jerked with a haste and desperateness 
that seemed to smother his face and efforts. His penis swelled bigger and 
harder and I moved my mouth up and down on it in a voracious manner, all the 
while sucking hard and rolling my tongue to add to his pleasure. Then his 
prick spouted jet after jet of hot semen into my throat and mouth, at 
precisely the same time the juices within me released and boiled out of me. 

"I gulped and swallowed as much of Paul's shooting sperm as I could, the 
rest running out of the corners of my mouth in syrup-like streams. Likewise, 
Paul licked and scavenged all of my love juices he could before raising his 
face for air. 

"After wiping our mouths and faces, we lay entwinded on his bed until our 
strength returned. 'Hey, you kinda liked me cunt-lappin' you, didn't you?' 
Paul said, musing. To which I rather cockily replied, 'Yep! And you kinda 
liked the way I sucked you off, too, didn't you?' He chuckled softly, kissed 
me tenderly in answer. I kissed him right back, and moments later we were 
hot and excited again and ready for another sex session. 

"Paul got above me and this time angled himself so that the head of his big 
prick teased the lips of my cunny. His hands tenderly kneaded my titties 
while his mouth closed on the end of one and then the other; then he pressed 
my titties together and licked both nipples at the same time, making me gasp 
and moan with pleasure. He moved his kisses up to my throat and shoulders, 
while he lowered his hands until they circled my slim waist. I spread my 
legs wide and heaved my pelvis upward, until it touched the head of his hard 
cock. Then slowly, carefully, he began to shove his big cudgel into me, 
gorging me until I thought I would split apart. I cried out with joy, for 
last night had been nothing compared to his fucking me today! 

"He sank into me to his balls, relaxed a moment, and then, lowering his 
hands to grip the cheeks of my ass and haul me up to him, he began the 
rhythmic in-and-out movements of love. 

"I called him all kind of sweet and adorable names; I raked his back and 
sides with my nails; I bucked and swayed and ground my pelvis up against 
him, meeting each of his hard, jarring thrusts with wild movements. I pulled 
my thighs back nearly to my shoulders, until there seemed to be nothing but 
a space between my legs as he thrust deeply into me, again and again, 
hammering at the very core of my being, each virile thrust bringing me 
nearer to the brink of another climax. 

"Then I heard my frantic voice choke out: 'I'm comming ... I'M COMMING ... 
!' I could feel the floodtide of all my emotions and desire release and pour 
down over his mammoth cock, also now pounding out its climax with mine. 

"Spent, he lay on me getting his breath, letting his sweat blend with mine, 
as he tried to relax. He ran his hands affectionately over my body. 'Man! 
Like, sis, you are the most!' To which I made a wry grin and replied, 'Don't 
underrate yourself, dear brother. You weren't exactly any slouch!' He 
chuckled softly, then sat up and with a serious look in his eyes asked, 
'Where'd you ever learn to fuck like that, sis? And don't give me the old 
crap that you learned it by experience from those other two guys who fucked 
you.' 

"I looked him square in the eyes. 'You really want to know? I mean, 
like-does how I learned to fuck well truly matter that much to you? Or 
wouldn't you maybe like to forget you asked and be surprised by other tricks 
I learned to please a man sexually?' 

"I want to know, sis. Okay? And I promise I'll hold nothing-nothing 
whatsoever-against you, if that's what is worrying you about telling me.' 

"I frowned. My cheeks burned and I felt angry. I know Paul hadn't meant it 
the way he said it, but now I felt cheap, like a dirty whore or something. 
Like an oversexed girl the good case worker wanted to help, or something. 
'How perfectly noble of you, dear brother, to care!' I retorted, suddenly, 
adding, 'Now that you've used me to sate yourself, you want to play good 
Samaritan and save or reform me, is that it?' 

"Paul definitely was not prepared for my retaliatory outburst. Now his mouth 
hung open and he had a silly look of incredulity on his face, as though I'd 
slapped him or something. 'Look, sis, I didn't mean to piss you off. I only 
wanted-' Before he could finish, I cut in sarcastically with, 'Right! You 
only wanted to be my big brother, my guardian angel, eh? Crap! Don't come on 
at me with that routine. Think of something better-a helluva lot better!' 

"It was the first time I'd ever bested my brother, made him wilt and back 
down. And as I watched the shocked look change into one of hurt I felt 
exultant, as though I'd won a battle of some kind. Just as quickly I 
suddenly felt sorry for him, and angry at myself for being such a bitch. I 
sighed, patted his bare thigh and said, 'Okay, dear brother, you win. You 
want to know where I learned how to fuck so good, eh? Okay, here it is. I 
belong to a sex club composed of kids from our school. Better still, I 
helped to form it and am a charter member. And so is my friend Helen, and a 
host of other kids. And unless I miss my guess-your buddy, George, is 
Helen's guest and they've been fucking each other since this morning, and 
probably will keep on fucking until either she or George is too tired and 
sapped to continue. Like you said, George very likely will come home-if he 
comes home, and doesn't crap out on a bed at our clubhouse, too pooped for 
anything but sleep. Which is a credit to Helen's prowess as a sex-cat, while 
here I am with you, supposedly as good if not better than Helen, and I 
haven't even tired you out yet.' I paused to get my breath. Paul started to 
speak, but I broke in with, 'Hey! Like, how would you like to accompany me 
to the clubhouse? Huh? There's supposed to be a meeting tonight, and you 
might get a real charge out of watching the sexy initiation rites our new 
members have to perform in front of everybody. Okay?' 

"Paul didn't know exactly what to say. He looked very serious, or maybe it 
was anger or concern, about what I'd just told him. I could tell from the 
look in his eyes now that he believed me, too. Hell, how else would I have 
learned to fuck and suck cock so good if it hadn't been from a good teacher 
or a sex club? So he believed what I told him, but was unsure of what to 
say; he was unsure, as well, of whether to accompany me to the club or not. 

"'Want to know something else?' I said evenly, deciding to bare my chest of 
everything. 'I had a real sex session with Dad-D-A-D-ours-, too, because Mom 
is going through the menopause, has been for three years, and has been 
frigid toward him that long as well. So I had sex with my creator-in fact 
your creator, as well-and enjoyed it about as much as he did. But the years 
and age have taken the toll on our dear old dad, meaning you are the best 
stud who ever sank his prick into me! Even if you are my own brother!' I 
threw the last remark at him to remind him mentally that my family incest 
began with him, so he could say little if I included Dad as well. 

"'If it's okay with you, sis, I'll skip the sex club visitation with you. 
Man, what I need is beer and lots of it! So you go along and attend the 
initiation rites of your little sex club, dear sister. His emphasized words 
were contemptuous and sarcastic. '-while I got buy myself a good cheap 
drunk!' 

"Arms akimbo, I said icily, 'Right-on, dear brother, RIGHT-on! And later 
on-if you want another go at me, providing I'm home, and providing George or 
Tommy or Joe or Dad-or any other male isn't in bed with me-jump right in! 
Because like I told you, dear brother, you thus far have been the best stud 
who ever laid me, bar none!' With that, I bounced off the bed, snatched up 
my clothing and stormed to the bathroom to clean up and dress myself, 
slamming the door closed behind me. 

"After bathing and dressing, I trotted downstairs to the foyer phone. I 
dialed Joe's number. He answered and I asked him to pick me up en route to 
the club meeting. He was pleased to do so, informing me he had held off 
asking if I wanted a lift to the meeting since my brother was home on 
furlough and all. I tittered softly when he said he'd 'saved up' a whole 
week for tonight, and that before the night was over he intended turning me 
every way but loose. Sexually, that is. I assured him I was willing and 
eager for him to do just that to me. Then I hung up, glancing around in case 
Paul was nearby listening in. 

"I soon learned, however, that Paul had already departed to begin his cheap 
beer drunk, probably when I'd gone into the bathroom to bathe and get ready 
for the club meeting. I was now alone in the house, and somehow it 
frightened me, though I can't explain why. But the rooms seemed to mock me 
somehow, calling me all kinds of obscenities. It was frightening, and I was 
only too happy when ten minutes later Joe arrived and I dashed out to his 
car and slid onto the front seat close beside him. His right arm 
instinctively circled my shoulders and drew me close to him, while his hand 
played over my titty. He drove with his left hand, which he was getting good 
at doing now.... 

"Once we were in the clubhouse, the place was really jumping. Couples were 
dancing to late rock and pop tunes coming from a new portable stereo someone 
had brought along, other couples were drinking or smoking pot and talking, 
while others already had disrobed and were engaged in passionate sex despite 
the catcalls, whistles, and cheering from those watching. Our new group of 
five potential members were across the room, in a circle, engrossed with a 
nude couple coupled on the floor. 'C'mon, jarhead-fuck her!' one of the boys 
shouted, and then one of the girls would shout practically the same thing, 
laughing and clapping her hands. Joe and I ambled over to our new 
'recruits.' I suddenly stopped short. The naked couple on the floor, 
glistening with perspiration and so weakened from their obviously very 
prolonged exertions that they could barely move their limbs, much less fuck 
each other were Helen and George! 

"'Fuck her, Marine-fuck her silly!' one of the new boys, a handsome, 
well-built hunk of manhood, yelled at them. But yells and cheers were 
useless, for suddenly both Helen and George passed out cold, still entwined. 
Some of the boys gingerly picked them up, carried them to a big double bed 
in an adjoining room, and laid them gently together. 

"It was time for initiation rites to begin, so all the heavy drapes were 
drawn and the lights turned down low. All of us disrobed. We formed a big 
semicircle around the six new-and also nude-potential members, three boys 
and two girls. I didn't know their names, but I'd seen them around school a 
lot. In front of the six stood Joe and Tommy, with their arms folded and 
legs spread apart. The two girls-a blonde and brunette, both very cute and 
well stacked-were instructed by Joe to kneel down in front of him and Tommy, 
to take their genitals in hand gently, and, while caressing the genitals in 
a tender manner for them, to mouth both penises and suck them until they 
were limp and spent of semen. 

"The new girls, flushed with excitement, yet seemingly not in the least shy 
or reluctant, accepted Joe's orders and began to carry them out. 

They had barely begun to fellate Joe and Tommy when the expressions and 
actions of the latter clearly showed the pleasure they were experiencing, 
which meant but one thing: both new girls were already accomplished 
fellatrices and knew precisely what to do to please their new 'leaders'! 

"After the girls had sucked off Joe and Tommy until their pricks hung limp, 
so that they had to sit down to recuperate and rest, it was time to initiate 
the three new male members. Helen usually paired with me for this pleasent 
task, but tonight she was "had' and that left only me to cope with the three 
handsome and very potent young studs. 

"While the rest of our flock' watched, I made the boys kneel in front of me 
and take turns licking my cunny. But after two orgasms, I had a better idea 
for completing the rites and accepting them as members. I let one hump me, 
another straddle my torso while I sucked his cock, and another knelt close 
by while I jacked him off. Ironic as it sounds, we all four climaxed 
simultaneously, to everyone's joy, except for one small detail : the boy 
whom I jacked off shot his jism on the arm of the boy I was blowing, causing 
a moment of unhappiness. But it, the unhappy part, was over quickly as I got 
up and joined Joe and Tommy and we proudly announced to all present that the 
five initiated were now full-fledged club members. 

"Afterward, the orgy began. And it turned out to be the wildest, most 
wonderful orgy we'd ever experienced. Joe's intentions to turn me every way 
but loose were foiled when the two new girls insisted he and Tommy fuck 
them, which they obligingly did. And while they were thus engaged, the three 
new boys insisted upon taking me on again, taking turns or all together, 
whichever way I wanted them. I wanted all three of them at once and thought 
of a good idea to accomplish it. I had the best-hung boy lie down on the 
floor on his back and I got on top of him. I guided his ball bat into my 
cunny, where it felt even bigger and better than brother Paul's had felt. I 
could even feel myself stretching inside to fully accommodate him. When he 
was all the way in, I moved up and down a little to get our juices flowing, 
then leaned way forward. 

"The second best-hung boy climbed on me from the rear, gripped the globes of 
my ass, parted them, and made contact with my ass-hole with the head of his 
prick. He used our love juices from my cunny to lubricate my asshole with, 
and then began to hump and ease his prick up my rear end, inch by inch, 
until it was all the way in. Both boys mentioned how they could feel each 
other's pricks in me, and as for myself-I was nearly out of my skull with 
ecstasy. The third boy knelt in front of me and I sucked him off as the 
other two fucked me. Our positioning even caught the attention of other kids 
and they grouped to try the same thing, with the same exciting results, 
judging from the moans and squeals of ecstasy emitting from different girls. 

"The boy I was blowing climaxed first, nearly choking me with the tremendous 
gushings of hot semen he shot into my mouth and throat. But I managed to 
swallow nearly all of it, what little I couldn't swallow drooling from my 
mouth onto my titties. He uttered a funny cry as his prick went limp, and 
sprawled on his back, out cold. I was marveling at my prowess as a 
fellatrice in making a young man faint with ecstasy, when both other boys 
humping me climaxed, filling me with their hot goo in both places. I also 
had a tremendous climax, then, and must have once again fainted from the 
ecstasy of it, for when I awoke it was to find myself in the big double bed 
in the next room with George and Helen. George woke up about the same time I 
did-and we stared at each other with the tips of our noses almost touching. 

"George gasped, 'Holy Mother!' and sat bolt upright in bed. I guess for a 
minute he thought he was at my house and had gotten into bed with me in his 
fatigued stupor. But when he realized where we were, the panic left his eyes 
and a devilish gleam came to them as he grinned and said, 'Well, fancy 
meetin' you here!' To which I seductively smiled and purred, 'Hhmmm, 
likewise. Did Helen 'initiate' you satisfactorily as a new member?' 

"He leered. 'Now, whadda you think, sweetheart?' To which I replied, 'It 
looks like you satisfied her.' My eyes lowered to his crotch where his 
revived cock was now standing out from his belly like a flagpole. His eyes 
met mine. 'Like?' I nodded vigorously that I liked what I saw very much. 
'Want?' And again, I nodded vigorously. 

"His hardness slipped between my pulsating love lips; and then he thrust his 
maleness into me as far as it would go, gorging every inch of me so 
fantastically I cried out with joy. He began the rhythmic humpings of love 
and my body tingled ecstatically. And while he thrust his organ to my very 
core, his strong hands squeezed my aching tit ties and tweaked their hard 
nipples. Again I cried out for joy. I haden't been fucked quite like this 
before. 

"My passion got so intense that I suddenly began to shudder and climax; and 
I felt George's happy moans as his powerful spurting orgasm seared the 
depths of my being. And again I fainted with sheer ecstasy.... 

"When I awoke again, it was a rude awakening. I opened my eyes and stared up 
at the stern face of a uniformed stranger. I could hear screams and curses 
and a bedlam of activity in the other room as I sat up in bed. I shook my 
head. It was no dream, it was for real. The stern-faced man was still there, 
telling me now to get up, get dressed, and not make any trouble, if I knew 
what was good for me. 

"I couldn't help it. I bawled. The whole beautiful thing we had going for us 
had now been busted. And I, like a stupid moron, had been caught along with 
everyone else still present in the house. 

"The outcome was a big, ugly, humiliating mess. I was given a ninety-day 
sentence at the Girls' Correctional Home for my part in helping to form our 
sex club, plus an added ninety-day sentence for accepting funds for the 
club, which, according to law, meant I was prostituting for it. 

"I wouldn't have cared so much if the justice of what happened was heaped on 
me, but it also backlashed and broke up my family, and now I don't know if 
I'll see them or any of my old friends ever again.... 

CONCLUSION 

In all likelihood, the tragedy that happened to Wanda and her entire family 
could have been prevented had both she and her brother been told about the 
"birds and bees" before they reached the age of experimentation and-through 
incest-learned for themselves. Perhaps her parents, instead of delving into 
their own personal problems and sexual worries, could have prevented the 
incestuous affair between their daughter and son, their daughter's 
promiscuousness, which led to her eventual nymphomania, and even her 
incestuous relationship with her own father, had they taken the time, better 
still the foresight, to do so. Their failure to do so eventually provoked a 
heartbreaking tragedy in which the entire family suffered from. 

Their is no doubt that the word "sex" causes different thoughts and feelings 
in different people. Sex can be looked upon as good or bad, frightening or 
joyful, and as causing pain or pleasure. It draws people together, and, 
conversely, can drive them apart. It is as simple as two birds on a tree or 
as complicated as two people in a divorce court. 

Sexual feeling grows and changes throughout life. Touching his sex organs, a 
four-year-old finds merely pleasurable sensations, whereas a teenagrer 
experiences much more exciting feelings. 

Sex is such a powerful force that millions and millions of dollars are spent 
every year using it to advertise and sell anything from toothpaste to 
automobiles. Endless hours of time and energy are devoted to discussing sex, 
reading literature, and watching films on the subject. There is no question 
that sex is something special and has an important place in man's activity. 
History has recorded laws regulating sex; and religious systems have 
renounced it, worshipped it, and offered sacrifices in its name. 

Sex is many things to many people, and when we describe a person's feelings 
or ideas and attitudes about sex we are referring to his sexuality. 

Parents generally do not accept infants, young people, or even early 
teenagers as being sexual. And this mistake is perhaps today one of the 
biggest reasons for the origin of high-school sex clubs; the teenagers' way 
of showing-proving-to their parents, and the entire world, that they are 
sexual and have the same feelings about sex as their peers do. 

Freud had some very interesting theories about sexual development. He 
proposed that the human capacity for expressing love and sex develops from 
birth and goes through several phases of development. He felt that in the 
process of going through these phases we develop the emotions of love, the 
attitudes toward sex, the feelings about the opposite sex, and that these 
elements combine to influence the kind of personality we shall have 
throughout our lives. 

Albert Ellis has said that a sexual woman is a potpourri of varying degrees 
of biological urge versus civilizing restraints. It should, then, come as no 
surprise that we fail miserably in any attempt to rightfully characterize 
female sexuality in anything other than the most general terms. 

Ellis continues, saying, "There is no 'norm.' Perhaps this is what makes sex 
such an exciting business. Perhaps, also, this is what makes any meaningful 
examination of a nymphomaniac so difficult." 

The atmosphere of today's new sexual freedom is both a blessing and a curse 
to our teenagers. Within the prevailing aura of sexuality, teenagers have 
great expectations of what sexual pleasures should be. But often that 
"first-time all-the-way" proves a shattering, ugly experience, leaving the 
realities of what they had expected dissolved by the reality of what 
actually happened. Thus, sex clubs are formed as means to permit these 
sexually unsatisfied youths another chance at the reality of sex through 
"doing it" with club members of the opposite sex while others watch and 
voice their approval or disapproval of the techniques used. 

The average teenage high-school girl today has read a number of sex 
information books and usually has discussed sex with her female 
acquaintances. She has read and heard of the ecstasies derived from sexual 
intercourse and other coital methods, and quite possibly has herself 
experienced-even though briefly-an orgasm. Thus she is reluctant to settle 
for anything less than absolute satisfaction. 

She is anxious to experience complete orgasmic pleasure during every session 
of sexual intercourse with her young lover, who she assumes (often wrongly) 
knows as much if not more than she. She fears anything falling short of full 
sexual fulfillment, and when this happens-as it so often does when a boy 
ejaculates prematurely-she's left frustrated. Often with the desperate 
urgency to try again, the next time could be it! Even so, it may require 
several more times with several different boys before the girl is eventually 
sated sexually; else she becomes a nymphomaniac seeking the man who can 
fully sate her sexual fires, but never quite finding him. 

Cabell, the noted essayist, once said, "The first law of life is not to 
offend against the notions of your neighbor." This seems cowardly but very 
practical. 

Early sexual experiences, of course, can lead to many problems; yet, by the 
same token, so can inexperience cause similar problems. Unfortunately, only 
the latter get the publicity. 

There is much food for thought, it would seem, in what Cabell has to say. 
Yet he admits that the dilemma facing a parent baffles even the experts. So 
it would seem that the answer lies in better programs of sex education, such 
as those sponsored by SIECUS (Sex Information and Education Council of the 
United States), and in more honest and communicative parents-those who can 
rationally and without overemotional outbursts explain the mores of their 
particular beliefs without traumatizing the children so that they develop 
serious guilt complexes when they fall prey to sexual desires that can lead 
to incestuous affairs as well as sex clubs, as we have seen. 


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Krafft-Ebing, Richard v. Psychopathia Sexualis. New York: G. P. Putnam's 
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