Chapter 2

THE CASE STUDY OF MAUREEN T.

"Certain things have a way of exciting me more than others because sex is 99% in the mind, so anything new, daring and exciting is marvelous. However, when I masturbate, I can name the game myself or...think back. I like to think very far back because the precious memories grow in quality and one always thinks of the situation as being much more thrilling than it really was....This young Deacon sat next to me in church that Sunday and got such a delightful harden looking at my legs. I was only twenty, and I was wearing a very tight, dressy dress that I could squirm and wiggle my ass in the pew, and it would ride six inches or more. I was sitting there. I edged over in the pew and so boldly put my hand right in his lap. The thrill of being in church...that he was a Deacon, sent shivers of delight running through me until I was very sexually excited. He quickly, with red face, put his topcoat on his lap and let my hand stay there, so I squeezed his hard cock through his trousers. Finally, he could take it no longer and he unzipped his trousers and took it out. I put my fur piece on my arm to help hide what I was doing, and I proceeded to slowly jerk his cock off as I squirmed and rubbed my thighs together to masturbate myself. I got most of his come on the left hand of a pair of elbow-length kid gloves. They were ruined, a total loss. But it was at least worth that to me to feel so wonderfully obscene!"

MAUREEN T., a very glamorously attractive married woman in her early thirties, thoroughly enjoyed talking about events like the preceding that had made up much of her offbeat sex life. The incident with the Deacon had occurred almost fifteen years before when she was spending the summer in a small East Coast resort town.

This unusual woman with her strong appetite for "kinky" sex was not a patient, but rather the close friend and part-time "lover" of a twenty-seven-year-old woman who had consulted me about concern and guilt feelings over her Lesbian practices. Susan, as I shall call her, had met Maureen and her husband informally at a cocktail lounge in Atlantic City. They had enjoyed talking with each other so much that the couple invited Susan to come with them to their apartment and continue the evening more privately and "comfortably."

Maureen's ideas and opinions on sex proved to be quite worthy of study, but before delving into her philosophy and background, I should like to repeat here what Susan told me of that first evening together with Maureen and her husband:

Well, I didn't have any idea of what might happen. I was feeling a little high and very good and...a little sexy, I'll have to admit. We had talked a lot about sex over our drinks, and I was not sure that it was not I who had brought up the subject. It had been quite frank, I recall, about Lesbian love, how older men had trouble becoming erect and all. Her husband, Bob, was over sixty, and I do remember that I thought how embarrassing that kind of talk must have been for him. He was a pleasant enough man, very distinguished and suave, but Maureen was a woman with the sparkle and glamour of a movie star...just beautiful!

She was conceited...so proud of her body that she insisted on telling me that she measured 37-26-38, weighed 130 and was five-three. When we were in the powder room together, I noticed how boldly she pulled her skirt right up to her hips, slapped her bare thighs and lower buttocks, and made a point of telling me how "firm and sexy" her legs were because she exercised so regularly. I can't deny they were very shapely...beautiful, in fact.

I have to be perfectly frank and honest with you, Doctor. I was very much attracted to Maureen, as you might expect because I've admitted my Lesbian problem to you already. It's strange, but I had no idea she had a sexual interest in me. We are so much on the defensive that we never dare think another woman is Lesbian unless we know for certain.

We were at their apartment within twenty minutes. Bob said he was tired, but that he would like to see Maureen and me dance, he liked the "graceful" movements of two women together...dancing. It was a fun, laughing kind of thing. Wonderful. Bob made remarks about how "lovey" and "sweet" we looked together, and we both laughed.

Maureen hugged me tightly and planted a wet kiss on my cheek, and I noticed that Bob was rubbing his bulging trousers as he continued to talk. I was thoroughly enjoying myself, laughing my silly head off and thinking-"If they only knew,"-until Maureen kissed me right on the mouth with her wet, red lips, and pushed her tongue between mine and began the French search. That was when things became serious.

She held me so very tightly, squeezed me and kept kissing me. Her hands grabbed my buttocks. I was not on fire yet, but I was suddenly becoming very hot, despite Bob's presence. "Oh, wow!" I exclaimed when we broke away to breathe. "You kiss a girl like you mean it!"

"Are you warm, baby?" Maureen asked, and I nodded my head because I was too overcome to think of anything to say. "Look at Bob!" she said with a throaty laugh-I looked, but I didn't think it was very funny...more pitiful. The man had his trousers and shorts down to his knees and he was trying so desperately to get his penis up, grasping it tightly and pounding it. It was shriveled up, and he was perspiring fiercely.

"Come on, honey," Maureen said as she removed her dress, "we'll have to do something to help him." I was so high and feeling good that I finally found Bob's presence and problem almost as amusing as Maureen did. We stripped naked after a little kissing and playing around, Maureen was obsessed with my "pussy." I sat on the couch with my legs spread while she fingered and ate me.

Oh, Maureen was such a wonderful experience, so different. It wasn't love. It was sex, and I needed an uncomplicated affair...satisfaction, no more. I could never forget the way she talked and the sexy language she used. I suppose I do have a pretty well-structured set of organs. I've never had a baby and my activity with men has been mostly limited to my eating them. But the way Maureen talked, you would have thought I had the most beautiful vagina in the world! She would hold my vaginal lips open, kiss the insides, and gently lick out my heavy flow of secretions. She began to very pleasantly and unhurriedly masturbate me by pulling my inside lips...pulling at them really, and rubbing my clit, then flicking it with her fingernail. Oh, that was a new sensation.

When she talked, she would say things like, "It's so young and healthy, dear...fresh pink! My, I like that!" And...what's this? Yes, my dear, I can see your little pee-hole. I can put the tip of my little finger there and make it feel so happy! And squeeze the clit. Such a pretty clit, Susan. And you're so wet! I like your pussy, dear. I could sleep next to it all night. . . kissing those lips."

I enjoyed it all tremendously and felt so good. I just lay back and closed my eyes for a while. Maureen's sexy talk was so different and thrilling for me. I'd never known a woman like her before. Somewhere about then, Bob got about half an erection or better, and he sat on the floor beside his wife and began to use his fingers in my pussy, too. He had two fingers up in there working around. Maureen was pulling at my clit and lips, and they were using one hand on each other.

I was receiving by far the greatest amount of attention, so I squeezed out as many nice little orgasms as I could. Bob came, but be never did get all the way hard, and it only oozed out of his old thing, poor man.

Oh, his fingers felt nice enough inside me, and I can't say that I really objected to his presence at all after I got used to it. We were all three so cozy, close and warm. I don't think I would have felt nearly so relaxed if it were not for Maureen's technique, and the fact that I had been drinking.

When I saw that there was more to come, I was ready for whatever it was. Maureen had such a good, firm body and nicely contoured breasts. We went into the bedroom and she brought out a box with some dildoes, a vibrator with some penis tools, a vibrator that strapped onto Bob's hand or around his penis, and several smaller dildoes with rubber teeth or other abrasive things at both the heads and roots. That was for exciting the clit. They could be used by hand or attached to the vibrator.

We did almost everything three people could under such circumstances, everything naughty and that feels so good! Maureen was licking my vaginal lips or clit about every other minute, then she would go right back to masturbating me and herself, so she could look at my pussy and talk while she did it. She also used some of the gadgets on me, and the one with the abrasive piece that rubbed my clit was too much! Oh, did I have orgasms!

We formed a triangle once in which she was masturbating Bob-licking his thing wet and then using her hand to try to make it hard while he was masturbating me, and Maureen kept talking so much sex! Oh, I could listen to her and play with myself, I think. I enjoyed my part in the game, too. I was pushing a large, vibrating penis into her with one hand, and using one of the small abrasive vibrators right on her clit.

Bob and I began to work on her together, too. Maureen got on all fours on the bed and he licked her ass, then pushed the small vibrator with the rubber-toothed dildo right up her asshole! Meanwhile, I was lying under her and had two fingers working her soft pussy while my thumb rubbed her clit. She asked me to put the two fingers deeply into her pussy and grasp the pelvic bone so that my thumb would have more leverage and could hit her clit harder. While I was doing that, she leaned down just a bit and began to lip suck my vaginal lips and tongue me beautifully. We were both at a peak of very high passion.

Well, that's how it all began. I visit with them at least once a month now, and they try new things, new weird things to do and talk about all the time. Sometimes, I tell myself that I'll never go back. Impossible. I'm hooked. What I can't understand is what makes a woman that way? Maureen fascinates me, draws me to her, and I can't deny her anything. I've never known such a beautifully corrupt woman when it comes to sex.. . .

Because of Susan's obsessive fascination with Maureen, I tried to get her to persuade the older woman to communicate with me also. Maureen absolutely refused. She did, however, agree to let Susan ask her a set of questions I prepared. Susan rephrased most of them in a way that she felt would elicit more response from Maureen. I will present here a partial transcription of that question and answer session:

SUSAN-I've never known a woman like you before, Maureen. Why do you...keep going to the absolute extremes in sex? Why do you keep saying how "filthy" and "dirty" it all is...but receive so much enjoyment from everything we do?

MAUREEN-Her speech was slightly affected, clipped, and British in style, her voice husky. As you know, my dear, I am a woman of some standing and reputation. I have a college education. My family and Bob's family are quite prominent. So, to most people, we are the very pillars of morality and culture, decency, the right kind of civic-minded citizens. However, the fact that I am very lady-like with prim and prissy people does not mean that I am not also an obscene bitch! I love to do everything filthy in sex...as you know.

SUSAN-Yes, I certainly do know, honey. Are you sadistic...real sadistic? I'm not sure about that.

MAUREEN-No, my dear. I have no taste for messy, bloody things that hurt people too much. Oh, love bites and slaps on the butt are nice sometimes...nothing worse. But I do love dirty, vile, sinful and evil things when I'm in heat. I enjoy the mental thrill of being nasty with you or anyone else when we're together with-Bob. I very much like to watch while he jerks at that silly cock of his until his cream oozes out messy and sticky. I like naughty secrets too, my dear, as when the three of us might go out to the finest restaurant and act the sole of charm and propriety, knowing that the people who see us think we look so nice and proper together, while in our own minds we know we have done everything filthy, that right at that moment I may be slipping my hand under the tablecloth to play with your wet cunt. And when the waiter serves us, I will handle my eating utensils with my hand fragrant from your cunt juices.

SUSAN-Yes, I know how that would thrill you. But why is masturbation so important to your sex life?

MAUREEN-It's the only way to keep ahead of the game of sexual enjoyment, my dear. I enjoy sucking a pussy or a cock, and you know that I can suck you dry, dear. But...how long do the precious moments together last? When I'm alone, I masturbate almost continually. I like to he in bed and do it while Bob watches me. He plays a vital role for me even if he can't possibly fuck me any more. The only thing that excites him so that we can both share sex is when I have another woman so he can play with himself most of the time, and join in, too.

On some rare occasions we have a man with us, and I masturbate Bob while the man fucks me or eats me. I get very little out of this unless the man uses his fingers on my cunt a lot. Yes, I'm quite a nut on masturbation. It's something I've always been thrilled over. I love watching a man masturbate his cock and see it shoot off. I like to watch them when they don't know it. I think its so much more thrilling, and I masturbate myself all the time, too. I have made several different types of dildo vibrators and other cock gadgets, of which you are well aware. I'll have to tell you more and show you the one that shoots off warm cream into me when I want it. I'm shivering with passion, my dear. I like to watch my husband or another man play with himself while they watch me making myself come in so many ways.

I really do like to see a potent man masturbate his cock and see the real cream shoot all over. I do suck off men when necessary. In preference to that, it is my desire to masturbate them, and I have developed so many techniques with Bob that I am somewhat of an expert.

SUSAN-Tell me more, honey. You know I've gone down on men before, too.

MAUREEN-First, I pump it up with my hand, using my thumb over the head. I find this fairly drives men to distraction, and it is the only way I can get Bob to come sometimes. His cream is so small in quantity that I like to rub it all over the head when it oozes out The way I rub the head-and I can control a cock very well to make it either last, or go off right away-men have told me they would rather I masturbate them than suck them off.

You know, my dear, I'm not usually very sensitive in my breasts. Men can suck them an hour and I can just sit there, enjoying only masturbating them or watching them do it. It's different when I rub my nipple in your wet pussy...tit-fucking excites me terribly! But it's so much in the mind The sight or the idea, the doing and talking about really obscene and filthy things are equally vital. The only place I can feel sexy is in my cunt, on my clit and lips. Fucking, sucking...they're all thrilling to my mind! So, when my mind is filled with delicious depravities, I have to masturbate...or be masturbated very expertly, to feel sex. And I think I'm going to masturbate right now...but go ahead, my dear. Ask the questions for your silly psychologist

SUSAN-What about when you were a kid, Maureen? Can you tell me about your mother and father?

MAUREEN-I have nothing but contempt for those kinds of questions! I am not abnormal. I have no problems with my conscience or emotional stability. I like dirty things! I like to masturbate because it feels good. Are you thinking there should be a legal limit on pleasure so long as it hurts no one? Bob is retired after having had a very successful business career. We have a comfortable income. Is there some reason I shouldn't walk around our apartment all day playing with my cunt if it makes me feel good? Bob is delighted by my sexiness, and we love to watch each other do terribly sexy things.

You know that I have found hundreds of ways to masturbate. I have, for instance, some rubberized seat cushions that I keep on the old stuffed chair in our extra bedroom. I masturbate by sitting on this chair, hold my cunt lips together and allow my pee to spout through my pubic hair. It trickles through my pubic hair warmly and then goes between my thighs and I come madly by manipulating my clit with my fingers.

No matter what, I usually go back to my own fingers, or form a vacuum with the palm of my hand and have a splat orgasm. But I do have one favorite, and that is my own invention...an artificial mouth I created it from the bulb off a portable douche device. I attached a piece of foam rubber about half an inch thick around the small opening with household glue. I fill the bulb with warm cream, just as I can do with one of my dildoes, to simulate saliva or come, and I fit it over my clit. I squeeze it fast or slow as my mood desires. It sucks my clit as a lover would do with her mouth...as you do, my dear sucker of my pussy. It sucks the clit way up into the neck of the bulb when I have the patience to use it all the way without fingering off too. It feels so very much like a woman's mouth on my clit and cunt

Bob is a bit clever, too. He has fixed up a mirror arrangement in my bedroom so that I can watch myself masturbate in any position. You've always thought they were so we could all watch each other, but I use the mirrors mostly when I am working on myself alone and creating awful and dirty fantasies.

SUSAN-What. . . about your parents. . . ?

MAUREEN-No, my dear, I will not discuss my parents-very prim and proper and religious people who brought us all up to be perfect ladies and gentlemen, which we all are in our public life. That's it...all I'm going to say about my parents!

SUSAN-All right, honey. Tell me about you and Bob then? How long have you been married?

MAUREEN-Just over twenty years now. He was a close friend of the family and...they let him marry me while I was quite young. He fucked me first when I was fourteen or fifteen, and he was still married to his first wife. I became pregnant, but had an abortion.

SUSAN-How long have you been having these threesomes with different people?

MAUREEN-Ever since shortly after we were married. I began to realize that I liked girls and wanted to suck a girl's pussy so much, that Bob arranged for me to have a beautiful Mexican teenager when we were vacationing in Latin America. He loved to watch me lap her up so much that we began making a regular thing of it when we came back. No more prostitutes. I seem to have a knack for picking out a girl.. . well, like you, my dear. I could tell you were horny, and I had an idea that you liked women. . . .

I suppose you think I'm very odd, my dear. But I like for you to look at me that way while I'm masturbating. You make me feel deliciously evil. . . .

Comment: Unquestionably, both Maureen and Bob were predisposed to a promiscuous sex life with a great deal of variety and "different" types of relations. Unfortunately, there is little background material to go on.

The fact that Maureen so welcomed and enjoyed an illicit affair with a married family friend so much her senior, is further evidence of her early sexual accomplishments and experience. At the same time, Bob was committing adultery with a minor child. They both craved the constant companionship of someone who was "bad."

"dirty" and "evil."

While there is much in the childhood backgrounds that must be responsible in some degree for their aberrant sexual behavior, the constant need for masturbation on Maureen's part as a means of supplementing the psychic element of sex seems to indicate that the mental processes were far more involved than the organic

These same elements are found in so many cases of interpersonal as well as solitary masturbation that a pattern of behavior is established to explain a great deal about the psychodynamics of the desires. The "finding" of each other after years of hidden guilt lends the opportunity to share these taboo pleasures, and thus constantly "forgive" each other.

Because of the odd-man or odd-woman factor in sexual threesomes with married couples, I find that masturbation is almost always practiced by at least one of the partners, and usually by all three at least for some portion of the session.

Perhaps the most common voluntary sexual triangle encountered today is the husband-wife-extra-man affair.

This is not necessarily a facet of today's swinging and swapping scene, as I have run across many documented instances dating back into the 19th Century where a single man has been lured into a threesome with a married couple. Undoubtedly, the practice dates back to the very beginnings of the human race, and is not a part of the so-called sexual revolution today.

In many of these situations, the husband merely wants to observe the extra man making love to his wife as he sits back and masturbates. Later, the guest may masturbate as he watches the husband and wife in intercourse, or he may join them on the bed and be masturbated by the wife or, in the case of bisexuals, while one man is coiting with the wife, the other straddles her face and is fellated by the husband. He could also participate by hovering over the wife's face for her to fellate him.

The husband is often the instigator of these affairs, but certainly not always. When a female is the odd party, he ordinarily tries to encourage Lesbian acts for his viewing pleasure, but often he does not know how the wife welcomes the opportunity to experiment with another woman in sexual relations, and to do it without being "untrue."

There are various other forms of more personal connections enjoyed by the threesomes, such as Maureen, Susan and Bob. There is the "sandwich," in which the "kinky" female is entered both vaginally and anally by the men, or a triangle utilizing mouth-genital connections.

Masturbation, of necessity almost, is included in this type of threesome arrangement. However, in most instances, it is done for convenience or as an occasional variation. In Maureen's case, masturbation had become a "pathological deviation" to an obsessive-compulsive degree. We will see similarities that are analagous in part to this study in some of the following reports. There are many overlaps, yet no two people are exactly alike in their preferences and in the motivational factors involved.