Chapter 2
TEACHERS AS SEDUCTRESSES OF BOYS
Teachers hold an important rank in the structure of our modern society. Specifically, I refer to female teachers because obviously it is they who prove to be the most potent seductresses of impressionable puberty-aged and adolescent males. The female teacher is entrusted with the development, both intellectual and emotional, of thousands of children over the course of her career.
I firmly believe that many female teachers choose this profession because they are dedicated to the cause of developing young minds to be more acquisitive and well informed. It is a praiseworthy and very useful vocation, and all of us are grateful that there are so many eminently qualified men and women to teach our youngsters their part in the world to come, to give them greater understanding and tolerance, to comprehend the lessons of history and how they may apply to our own times.
Other women, it is true, choose the teaching profession namely because it offers reasonably good pay, long periods of vacation, and, for some, a far more pleasant life than office jobs for which they are better equipped, perhaps, through education or temperament.
But there is a third and most unfortunate category, here we find the woman with an unbalanced mind who, as a teacher, discovers with glee the opportunity of controlling the lives of young defenseless children. These, to be sure, are the teachers of whom I shall speak in this chapter. But let me hasten to add that although I present several glaring examples of the abuse to which a teacher may put trust granted her for the care and concern of a child, I do not by printing this case in any way reflect upon the teaching profession as a whole, for I have only the greatest respect and admiration for them....
CASE HISTORY
Zita W, Age 39
Alfred W., Age 12
Zita was originally born in Brno, Czechoslovakia, and came to the United States when she was fifteen to live with her first cousin's family. There she went to a high school in Pittsburg, took a year or two of night school courses for business studies, and then abruptly decided that she wanted to become a teacher. She was able to find a part time evening work which helped defray her college expenses, got her certificate and began to teach.
She didn't marry, throwing herself into her newly found vocation with delight and joy. But later in life, when she was thirty-six, she fell passionately in love with an older man who was already married and had several children. Their affair lasted about three years, and he finally told her that he was going back to his wife and children, a blow which shattered her.
It seemed like deception, for all through the affair, the man had told her that he was single and very much wanted to marry her. It was the kind of thing a woman believes because she wants to believe it, and also because she has found no reason to doubt the man who professes undying love and to whom she responds so ardently.
Sexually, though, she had come late in life to the bed of fucking and passion, Zita had learned to enjoy and to give enjoyment. So when this capable lover abruptly departed from her life, Zita developed a burning hatred of all men. It wasn't just the man who had lied to her, but all men who were potentially evil. Never again, she swore, would she totally commit herself to any man as she had done with this one.
She had been an excellent teacher until that time. Her love affair, indeed, had seemed to instill a kind of abundance of affection and joy which she was able to communicate to her students. But the end of her world came when this man announced to her his betrayal, and it took her a week before she could return to school in any state of mind to conduct her classes.
Her students and fellow teachers at once noticed a change in her. Zita took up the reins of her life by sheer force, telling herself that just because she had had a disastrous love affair, her life wasn't over. She was able to conduct her classes as before, except that now she became severe, critical and frequently complained, as might a hypochondriac.
Quite a few of her students began to be ordered to remain after class because she had found fault with their work or their conduct. On this particular afternoon, when our story really begins, there were three boys and a girl held over after the last bell. I have asked myself the question several times whether the students in Zita's class had become aware of the fact that boys were more often and more severely disciplined than girls, since the change in Zita.
As she crouched down beside her desk and stuffed a number of test papers into her brief case, Zita looked up to see one of the boys staring at her. Then she realized that, squatting down as she was, he could see right up her thighs.
She returned to her desk and sat there silently for a moment, nervous and angry. Her lips curled with scorn as she thought for a moment how this boy was just like all the others who take advantage of women to seek what pleasure they can find at the women's expense.
Her first reaction was to punish the boy, but she realized it would be difficult to discuss his flagrant offense in the presence of the other students, and so she'd conceived of another method of making him atone for his insolence.
She arranged that Alfred, who was then twelve, would be the last to leave the class. She looked up from her desk and told one of the boys that he might go, and he did so with a sigh of relief.
Ten minutes later, while Zita was still pondering on the appropriate method of punishing Alfred, she dismissed the girl. Now there was only Alfred and another boy at her desk.
While she waited to dismiss the other boy, a strange feeling began to creep over this handsome woman. Finally she decided against punishing Alfred at all. As she told me, when she looked back to the incident, she recalled the feeling of power she had suddenly felt when she had looked up and caught him staring at her thighs. And she became aware that instead of punishing him thereby demonstrating her superiority over a male, it would be much more exciting and sexually thrilling to prove her superiority over him in quite another way.
As this thought developed in her mind, she shivered with excitement. Slyly her legs began to rub together under her desk as she stared at the boy. At last, when she had made certain that the plan she had in mind would be quite workable, she dismissed the other boy and left Alfred alone in the room.
Alfred looked terrified, which was exactly what Zita wanted. She wanted to have him completely terrified, so she went on shuffling papers and apparently ignoring him completely.
When at last she felt him nervous enough, she called his name aloud in a very stern voice and told him to come to her desk. She saw that his knees were shaking with fear as he walked towards her. Her knees were shaking too-but not with fear. The lips of her cunt were twitching, and it had been a long time since a male had been at her mercy in this way, had made her feel her womanhood again. Now, Zita told herself, she would show another male that a woman could be strong and exact revenge for what a male had once done to her.
"Now then, you wicked boy," she began with an irritated expression on her handsome face. "I caught you looking at my legs when I was crouching down there by the desk. What do you have to say about it?"
Alfred blushed furiously, his mouth open, but nothing came out. He knew very well she had caught him staring at the exciting meeting of nylon stocking tops and the bare skin of her ripe, rounded thighs', and he had no defense at all.
"Come now, Alfred," she resumed harshly as she opened the drawer of her desk. "Certainly you have something to say."
"I-I'm sorry, M-Miss," he blurted. "I-I didn't do anything wrong, I didn't mean to-honest I didn't!"
She lifted her hand from the desk drawer, and in it was the black strap which terrified every pupil in her class. She strapped hard, and every one knew it. She saw the look of terror in his widening eyes, and she felt a surge of tickling, warm desire surge through her pussy. She didn't know exactly what she was going to do, but this sensation in her cunt was the same she had felt when her lover's prick had thrust deep to the roots inside her sheath and begun to bring her towards the abyss of hot come.
She laid the strap down on the desk and stared at him. Her round titties were jutting through the front of the dress, heaving quickly in her emotion. She was quite well aware that he could see this movement, and she wondered if he understood anything about what she felt.
She leaned forward and addressed him: "Tell me what you saw when you looked up my legs, Alfred," she said in a rather soothing voice. "How far up did you see? Tell me!"
"I-I didn't, Miss," his voice grew in nervous urgency. "I really didn't see anything."
"Alfred, do you remember the worst strapping I ever gave you? How many strokes was it?"
"Ten. It was-it was five on each hand," his voice shook.
"Did it hurt?"
"Oh yes, Miss. It hurt something awful, it did!"
"Isn't that too bad," she sarcastically drawled. "Well, I'm going to give you fifteen strokes for daring to look up a woman's legs. Besides which, you're going to get ten for lying, because you just did it. That makes twenty-five. Now I'm going to ask you again."
She saw tears in his eyes, and she knew there would be many more. Lifting the hem of her dress and taking her slip with it, she raised them over her legs. She kept pulling up the garments until she displayed the white skin of her naked thighs above the tops of her dark nylon hose. "Now then, Alfred, did you see that much of me or did you see more? Think very carefully before you answer, because I'm quite willing to give you more than twenty-five with this good strap."
He stared fixedly at her bare thighs as she had ordered him to. But when he tried to talk, his mouth was dry, and his lips just wouldn't move. He had never before seen such a sight. Finally he forced himself to gasp, "Maybe-maybe I saw a little more." His voice was trembling so that it made her tremble in turn, with mounting lust.
"How much more, Alfred? Well, what color are my panties, for instance?"
"They're white, Miss!" the boy almost cried out.
"Well now, so you really saw my panties, did you? Tell me, have you ever seen a woman's panties between her legs before?"
"Oh no, Miss!"
"Did you see this much of them?" she pursued, lifting the dress and slip still higher.
"Oh no, no I didn't!" he quavered, and she watched him with delight as he shivered in fear and excitement mingling.
"All right, you're going to pay for that improper sight you took advantage of. And just to make sure that you remember what you're being strapped for, I want you to keep one hand right here while I strap the other."
As she said this, she spread her feet widely apart, seized the palm of his trembling left hand and forced it up against the crotch of her panties so he could feel her cunt. The trembling of his hand was communicated through the thin nylon so that it became a sort of stimulant to the lips of her quim, already moistening.
"Press harder, Alfred."
At her order, the boy did, and Zita closed her eyes and forced back the sigh of languor which came to her lips.
"It's warm there, isn't it, Alfred?"
"Yes."
"But your other hand is going to be a lot warmer. Hold it straight out. That's it!"
Raising her right arm, she felt the boy's trembling palm pressed against her cunt, and then brought down the strap, which rang out loudly in the quiet room, and the boy's cry of pain was even louder.
"Just think, Alfred, that was only one. You still have to get twenty-four more good swats. Keep both your hands where they are so I can punish you properly."
"Please don't, oh please, Miss," the weepiung boy heartrendingly implored, "I-I can't stand it!"
"All right, Alfred, you know you have to be punished for looking up at my panties. Just think what you would have seen if I hadn't been wearing any.
Tell me, did you ever see a girl without panties before?"
"Oh no, Miss! Oh please, don't strap me like that!"
"So it frightens you? You don't deserve to be let off easy, you wicked boy, but maybe I can find another way to punish you. Will you come to my apartment with me?"
"Oh yes, if only you won't hit me so hard, oh yes, Miss!"
Dropping her dress, Zita slipped the strap into her brief case. Five minutes later, she was ushering the boy, shamefaced and with his eyes downcast, into her car.
As they drove towards her nearby apartment, Zita commanded Alfred to reach under her dress and keep his palm on the crotch of her panties. And she didn't permit him to take it away until they had reached the apartment parking lot.
When she got into her apartment, Zita phoned Alfred's mother and told her that the boy had offered to help her with a class project. She suggested that, since she was going to cook dinner for herself, she had Alfred as her guest and then drive him home when the project was over. The boy's mother, flattered that Zita was taking such an interest in her son, naturally agreed most enthusiastically.
And so within minutes, Zita was sitting on the edge of her bed, her dress pulled high on her firm sculptured thighs. Alfred, his fingers still trembling, was ordered to take off his clothes, "All of them, Alfred, and don't you dare stop until you're stark naked!" to use her own words.
Without a word, Zita then rose and very slowly and alluringly took off her dress. Alfred's eyes fixed on her jutting bra and she could see beads of perspiration gleam on his forehead, while his small but very erect and hard prick twitched with excitement.
Lingering deliberately over the ritual and pointing to the crotch of her panties. "And this is my cunt, Alfred, remember the word," she murmured as she pushed his palm right up against the crotch of her panties. "Go ahead, rub your hand back and forth so you know what a woman's cunt is like. That's what you were trying to see and you would have seen if I hadn't had these panties on, you naughty boy!"
Then, inserting her fingers in the waistband of her panties, she began very slowly to tug them down. He uttered a gasp, his cheeks turning red, and his fingernails dug into his palms and his prick began to throb and jiggle excitedly. She thought for a moment he was going to come. "You've never seen a woman do this, have you, Alfred? You really don't know what a woman looks like under her panties, what her cunt is like, do you Alfred?" she persisted.
He couldn't speak, but shook his head, his eyes blazing and fixing on the movement of those panties. Now they moved down below the thick bush of her cunt and finally down her thighs till they slithered to her feet.
"Pick them up, Alfred, and put them on the chair for me," she ordered arbitrarily. As the boy obeyed the order, she knew he would feel the body heat which the nylon panties still retained. She saw him press them in his hands as he picked them up.
When he came back from the chair, Zita ordered him to turn his back to her and not to look until he was told. He obeyed, his face scarlet, trembling violently, and she slowly lay down on her back with her bottomcheeks at the very edge of the bed.
Next, drawing her legs up over her body she spread them wide. Then applying her slim fingers, she took hold of the lips of her cunt, finding them as moist as she knew they would be. "Now you can look around and see me, Alfred," she murmured.
He uttered a choking gasp as he stared right into her cunt and saw the jutting cheeks of her behind, the shadowy groove which led to her puckering, dainty asshole. And when his eyes finally lifted from those treasures, he perceived that she had cupped both her full round titties in her hands and was rubbing them.
"Now then, Alfred, you're going to obey me," she said, her voice growing even more husky as her passions rose. "You're going to kiss and lick and suck my cunt. You're going to do it till I come. This is one time you are going to learn exactly what a woman's cunt is like, since you seemed to be so interested in staring at me, hoping I wasn't wearing panties."
"Oh no, Miss-I truly-"
"Be silent! Just do what you're told, or I'll punish you very severely!" she sternly interrupted. "Come now, kneel down, put your hands on my behind, and then put your mouth up against my cunt and begin to kiss and suck it. You can use your tongue too, and I'll tell you when," Zita instructed.
She shivered as she felt his soft young mouth press against her cunt, tentatively at first, and heard him gasp. She closed her eyes and gave herself up to this thrilling intimacy, and acknowledged that a boy, one of her own pupils, was procuring this delight for her almost made her spend then and there. "Kiss it a little more quickly now, all around the lips. That's it! And now suck at it. The way you would a lollipop, Alfred. Right against the lips, and then in the center-ohhh, mmmm, that's nice-keep it up-oh that's lovely, Alfred!" she panted.
When she felt herself being gradually roused, she commanded, "Now use your tongue. Put it deep inside, rub it around until you find a little button. That's my clittie, Alfred dear. And I want you to lick it back and forth, rub it and press at it until I come and give down all my cunt cream. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Miss Zita!" he blurted. For a moment, she thought he was going to burst into tears. Instead he dropped to his knees, and, at her repeated command, suddenly began to thrust his tongue into the depths of her cunt.
It didn't take long before Zita uttered a groaning sob of ecstasy and then felt her body begin to jerk and twitch. It was the most shattering come she had ever known. She put both her hands to the back of his head and crushed his face against her cunt, holding him there until gradually the waves of fury began to subside and the sweet dreamy lassitude of creaming overtook her.
"You did very well, indeed, Alfred," she said in a languid voice as she sat up. Then, reaching behind her, she unhooked the bra and let it fall to the floor. Again Alfred gasped with delight as her big titties jutted out in all their glory.
A moment later, her hands were caressing the back of his head as, faithful to her next command, he began to suck each of her titties in turn. He took as much as he could into his mouth, and he found it astonishing that her nipples grew harder and firmer as he did so.
After he had finished that adulation of her titties, Zita turned over on the bed to present her bottom to him. "Now then, take your hands and open the cheeks, that's it," she panted. "You see my little asshole? Put your mouth over it, and kiss it, and then I want you to put your tongue in."
The moment she felt his tongue probe between the lips of her asshole, Zita began to groan, and her bottomcheeks spasmed and shook and trembled, so that Alfred in turn was wildly roused.
It was exquisite, but she stopped him only when she felt that she was going to come again. "Now lie down on your back," she panted. When he had done so, she straddled over him, lowering her cunt over his face and again commanded, "Use your tongue the way you did before, Alfred, or I'll punish you good and hard!"
At once she felt his tongue stab inside of her, find the button and rub against it. He kept it up until she uttered a shriek of ecstasy and felt her body explode in the sweet bursting fury of girl come. Her cunt and thighs pressed and rubbed against his face for a full minute in the aftermath.
Now that she had achieved the gratification she wanted, there remained only the ultimate degradation and debasement of this young, conquered male. "Did that excite you, Alfred?" she demanded.
"Oh yes-oh, gosh, yes, Miss Zita!" he gasped.
"Do you ever play with yourself when you get excited and think thoughts about girls who don't wear panties, Alfred?" she persisted. She could have almost wept for joy when she saw him shamefacedly nod, then tried to turn his face away from her. "Answer me, or I'll spank you good and hard," she warned.
"Y-y-yes, M-Miss Z-zita," he mumbled, "s-sometimes I do."
"Well then, you're going to show me right here and now how you do it. Put your hand on your cock-that's it. I suppose you do it that way? All right. Now you rub back and forth and frig yourself the way you do when you're all alone. Oh, that's nice! And keep your left hand ready so you can catch your spend when it comes out, Alfred. Back and forth not too fast, otherwise you'll chaffe the tender skin of your cock. Do it slow and easy. My, it's getting awfully big and hard, it's going to come pretty soon, it's going to spit out all the juice. Get ready, and now catch it!"
She closed her eyes with ecstasy again as she saw him jerk and stiffen, and then saw his gismic load shoot into his left hand.
"All right, go wash yourself in the bathroom right away," she said curtly. She rose and lit a cigarette, and then went to the kitchen, remaining naked, as she prepared dinner for them both.
After dinner, without putting back on her clothes, or letting Alfred put back on his, she took him back to her bedroom and made him gamahuch her. Then she dressed, saw to it that he was properly groomed, and drove him back home.
Zita seduced quite a few boys after that and invariably in the same manner we have already described. Often she would have Alfred reamin after school. Then, removing her panties, she would sit forward on the edge of her chair, lean back, and while he knelt under the desk, she had him gamahuch her.
After each such performance, she would take him into the cloak room and there have him take out his cock and masturbate and catch his spend while she watched.
This time, however, her successful seductions were fated to come to an abrupt end. Before this particular semester ended, as a matter-of-fact, one of the boys she had seduced felt a certain guilt about what had happened to him and reported it to his parents. Then they in turn went before the school authorities. The school did not wish any scandal, but a brief interview with Zita by the faculty president made her leave town that very night.
Thus quite a few boys who had become accustomed at an early age to the delights of the female body, to gamahuching, to masturbation and to all the other titillating joys which Zita had taught them found themselves without a mature partner. We will, however, see what effect the loss of his initiatress had on Alfred.
For quite some years after this early initiation, understandably, Alfred would stare at women in the street and imagine how they would look stark naked. When he could stand the temptation no longer, he would hurry off to some secret place, sometimes a public phone booth into which he hid himself, take out his prick and masturbate.
What he had learned of sex comprised only voyeurism, gamahuching and jacking off. However, at the age of sixteen, he at last found a girl who was willing to do more than just neck. They got behind a screen of bushes in a park, he took off her panties and took out his erect cock.
When she expected him to fuck her, Alfred gave her an unexpected dividend by gamahuching her. It delighted the girl, it being her first such experience. But then, when she had believed that he would put his cock into her and fuck her as she had hoped for, feeling grateful to him now that he had roused her so by this act of servile devotion, she was horrified. Instead of putting his cock into her cunt, Alfred was kneeling up between her legs and jacking off. But this time, instead of catching his spunk in his hand, he allowed it to splash onto her belly.
She began to swear at him and call him a queer, tugged on her panties and ran away, and never dated him again.
As he developed into manhood, Alfred found himself unable to change his concept of the sexual act between man and woman. At last he made the fatal error of thinking that by marrying a woman and having access to her body, he could cure himself of this immature history.
He knew what fucking was, but he couldn't carry it out. Strangely enough, even with a prostitute, when he tried to put his cock into a cunt, he immediately grew limp.
The woman he married when he was twenty-three and she two years earlier, was a virgin. On their wedding night, he revolted and frightened her by forcing her to submit to being gamahuched against her will, since she considered it to be an unspeakably vile, unnatural act.
But her horror grew when, after he had finished with her, he knelt between her thighs, jacked off and spurted his spunk onto her naked body. She left him the very next morning.
Faced with the scandal of divorce on the charge of sexual abnormality and knowing that lie could probably never change, Alfred chose the only way out that his shattered mind could find. He put a gun to his head and pulled the trigger.
Thus we see a vivid and unforgettable example of a boy introduced into sexual activity in such a way that he could never adjust to a normal sexual relationship with a woman. I do not usually use the word "normal" in such cases, but here I do so without hesitation. Believe me, there's nothing abnormal about gamahuching; far from it, for it is a normal and healthy as any logical act in the sexual union when done with the consent of and the enjoyment of both partners.
But in Alfred's case, as we can see, it became a substitute for fucking to the extent where this and jacking off were the only sexual acts of which he became capable.
We know how delicate an instrument the young mind is. In our society, it is often incapable of withstanding the traumatic shocks that Alfred had at the early age of twelve. What happened to him destroyed not only his chance for normal development, but also his mind and eventually his life. Zita perhaps never did learn it, and so she never knew what a terrible price her young protege paid for having chosen him as the instrument of vengeance on the entire male sex. It was a tragedy which claimed a fairly innocent life.
CASE HISTORY
Ruth D., age 24
Marcel P., age 15
Ruth D. was really a true pure virgin at the age of twenty-four. It was true that in college and high school she had had several boyfriends, but she had always broken with them when they tried to neck and went beyond mere kissing to attempting to touch her body under her clothes. Her parents had taught her that such a caress was sinful.
Strangely enough, she had begun as a child to read romantic novels, and so had an idealistic concept of sex. But by the time she was twenty, she had begun to read the kind of sex novels that only men usually have the courage to buy in a book store. Perhaps this was an outgrowth of her rigid upbringing, a kind of subconscious protest. At any rate, it had a pronounced influence on her life. Placing herself in the role of a heroin or the female victim of some lustful attack who would be subjected to many deviations such as being whipped on the bare behind to make her yield, tied down and ravished or buggered, Ruth D. would lie naked on her bed, close her eyes and dream herself into those novels, till at last her hand found its way to her pussy.
At first she had been content to stroke that tender nook, but gradually she learned how to manipulate her fingers into her cunt and find the clitoris and bring about fierce orgasm. She was now a young teacher, taking a class immediately after her graduation from college with the required certificate of education, and each day in school she became impatient for the day to end so that she might hurry back to her room and read another erotic novel while she frigged herself.
Soon she began to long for a transformation out of fantasy and to reality. Fucking, buggering, gamahuching and Frenching fascinated her; but there was a fear which helped retain her puritanical inhibitions against such carnal pleasures. For in most of the books she read, the males were rough and brutal, while Ruth longed for a man who could be gentle, sensitive and tender, one who could bring her sexual bliss without pain or discomfort.
She began to examine her pussy with a kind of impersonal and clinical eye. Finding it so small, she imagined how atrociously it would hurt to have a man drive his stiff prick into an opening which barely accepted her finger, finally she decided that if she could find a man with a gentle manner and a small cock, she might at last be introduced to the joys which had been denied her and granted only vicariously through books.
As a consequence, she began to accept more dates. One evening, when a fellow teacher who had asked her out became quite ardent, she decided to "go the limit" with him.
They were in the back seat of his car, and he had already slipped her panties off and was fingering her pussy and bottom, making her thrill to his every touch. Everything was going along beautifully until he exposed his erect cock and pressed it into her hand. When she saw and felt the size of it, Ruth gasped and felt all her vaginal and thigh muscles tense. Such a huge object would certainly, she told herself, cause excruciating pain when it was put into the tight confines of her cunt.
The man sensed that something had gone wrong to break the exquisite mood the two of them had achieved, and so he asked her about it. Falteringly, Ruth told him that she was a virgin and dreaded the pain his cock would cause her. His attitude was one of mingled impatience and sympathy; believing that she owed him something after having aroused him to this state, she timidly suggested that instead they settle for gamahuching and Frenching.
But at the thought of licking or sucking her pussy, he made a grimace of distaste. With a sigh, Ruth bent over and took his cock into her mouth. Seeing how completely it filled her mouth, she now knew it would have split her in two if he had put it into her cunt. However, the warm hard feeling of his ramrod was a pleasant sensation for her, so she kept sucking until he finally spurted into her mouth.
When he drove her home, he made no comment that he wanted to see her again. Once alone in her room, Ruth stripped naked and frigged herself to climax. Before she went to sleep, she began to panic at the thought that for the rest of her life she would have to settle for frigging herself, reading books and dreaming up erotic fantasies.
The next day in her class, she noticed a fifteen-year-old boy named Marcel, a shy gentle boy obviously enamoured of her.
The more she considered him, the more he seemed to offer precisely what she was seeking. He was obviously gentle, quite intelligent, and since he was only fifteen years of age, she was sure that his prick wouldn't be so big as to frighten her and hurt her.
This thought burned in her mind for a few days until at last, feeling a desperate kind of urgency, she determined to discover whether or not her theory could be put into practice and whether at last a boy might replace the cruder male between her legs and give her what she needed.
So she paid particualr attention to him in class and when one afternoon Marcel approached her to ask an explanation as to why his English composition had been marked lower than he had expected, she found exactly the opportunity she wanted.
"I'd like to spend a lot of time with you helping you, Marcel" she told him. "But it would take too much of the other student's time if I did it in class. Why don't you come to my apartment this Saturday morning?" The boy was enchanted that his favorite teacher would care so much about him, and so he arrived about five minutes of ten, actually five minutes earlier than the time she had told him to come.
The interview began sedately enough, while she explained her marking to him and he finally agreed that she had been fair and that he had learned something from her reasons.
Later, she gave him a soft drink while she had a cup of coffee, they went on talking. She began to discuss books of an erotic nature, and to her great surprise, found that he had read some of them. It excited her as she thought of this boy lying naked on his bed jacking off just as she did while reading a thrilling book.
As her courage grew, Ruth began to turn the conversation away from books and towards real life. Soon she was telling him of her curiosity about fucking as it took place beteen a man and a woman and how she feared it. And after he had got over his initial shock at such a revelation from this beautiful young woman, he began to speak to her as freely. "I'm sort of scared of girls myself, Miss D.," he stammered. "I've dreamt about them too, but I never have seen one and I wonder lots of times whether they are just like they are in the books I read."
"Would you like to see one, Marcel?" she asked in a trembling voice. The expression in his eyes told her without words, and so she began to undress. When she reached back to take off her bra, and let it fall, he uttered a cry and cupped her titties with both hands, rubbed them, then put his lips to the nipples of each in turn and gave each a tender sucking kiss.
Ruth shivered, her eyes closing with rapture, as she felt his mouth on her bubbies, and she could hardly wait until she could feel his lips pressing against her pussy and drawing her to rapture.
"Oh, won't you please take off your clothes, too, Marcel dear?" she begged. He did so eagerly, and this thrilled her also.
His prick stiffly erect was not hardly so large as the one she had sucked on her recent date, the one that had ended so disasteroulsy for her. Yet it was bigger than her finger and she had a few misgivings as to whether it would go into her cunt. Nonetheless, she had determined to make the experiment and besides by now she was far too excited to back down. Consequently, removing her panties, she stood with her legs apart and said, "Now, you can see my pussy, Marcel."
The boy was fascinated. His eyes fixed on it, and then he put his hand gently to it. She smiled at him encouragingly, heartening him to grow bolder. He began to put his finger all around the rims of her quim, and she in turn reached out and fondled his cock, balls and scrotum.
"Would you like to gamahuch me, darling?" she faultered, blushing at the sound of the lust word, which thriller her inexpressibly.
"Oh yes, I would, Miss D.!" he blurted. So Ruth rather nervously moved round the bed till she found a position in which he could press his lips against her hot, wet, gleaming pussy, and lick this steaming pussy while her soft satiny thighs rubbed against his smooth, hairless cheeks. As he began to mouth her quim, his hands squeezed her thighs and bottomcheeks, and she soon began to maon with passion. It was far better than she had ever dreamed it would be. To her delight, she discovered that this precocious boy knew about a girl's clitoris even though he had never seen one; from his reading, and from his fantasies, he was able to find it with his tongue and her body jerked and swirved in the sweet throes of bliss. She began to groan and then to sob and suddenly her body exploded with a climax so much more glorious than any she had ever been able to bring about with her finger that she almost fainted.
After a slight rest, she encouraged him to lie atop her. With a bit of fumbling, he at last managed to make the proper contact, and she felt the glans of his cock pushing into her pussy. There was some pain, but far less than she had prepared herself to endure. In just a few moments, the full length of his young cock was well inside her and he had begun to pump back and forth.
Naturally, the excitement proved too much and he had a premature ejaculation. But before he had inserted his cock, he had caressed and kissed her enough so that Ruth was able to have a tremendous orgasm just a moment before she felt his boyish spurt deep into her womb. She locked her arms and legs around him and held him to her as she moaned out her joy.
In the weeks that followed, Ruth and Marcel often met to explore the excitng byways of physical love. He became an adept and confident lover, while in turn he made her a contented female who no longer needed to depend upon frigging herself for sexual release.
What might have come out of this relationship can only be a matter of conjecture, because Marcel's father, a laboratory technician was transferred by his firm to the West Coast and the affair ended. Ruth D. herself, since she had an excellent post in the school system of Des Moines, morned him, but she decided it would not be worth while to try to follow her boyish lover out to California.
Yet for both of them, this affair had very beneficial overtones. Ruth was able to overcome her fear of men and, after a few affairs with young males past the age of twenty-one, she married and became a quite happily adjusted wife capable of satisfying her husband in bed, not only by being able to French and fuck expertly, but also to allow him to try buggering her and even cupping her titties and putting his cock between them and thus bringing himself to orgasm.
However, for Marcel, the result was even more sanguine. What the boy had purposely failed to tell his beautiful young initiatress, was that because he was afraid of women-just as she had been afraid of men-he had developed some homosexual tendencies. He had actually had homosexual relations with three different boys and he had believed himself condemned to a life of homosexuality. However, following this lovely introduction with Ruth, Marcel became released of homosexuality and turned into a skillful lover.
This is one of those exceptional cases where because a boy was seduced by a woman, his sexual life was saved from the frustration and misery which afflicts the homosexual in our present society. Not only did he emerge from the seduction unharmed, but he was actually a better person for it. In turn, when we examined Ruth's personality, we find that though she was nervous and unskilled, her healthy and eager outlook towards sexual adventure was communicated to the willing victim of her seduction. And this, perhaps, was the difference between altering him for the better instead of plunging him into a realm of neurosis and frustration.
CASE HISTORY
Sara O., age 45
Harold T., age 16
I knew both participants in this case history about twenty years ago, and because of this, want to include it in this volume for its many unusual features. The point that it makes-or the moral that it draws, if you prefer, though I myself never moralized-is that the mature seductress should have some consideration as to the general character of her young lover. If he is weak, amoral, unscrupulous and cynical, she may well have set him off on a cycle of empty conquests, in which he fancies himself to be a masterful Don Juan whom no woman can resist. Such a future life is empty and unsatisfying, as well as torturing. And this, indeed, is what happened to her young lover, as we shall see.
Sara herself at the age of forty-five was tentatively a virgin. It was true that she had never had a man fuck her, nor had she even had lesbian relations even as an experiment; however, she had broken through her cherry early in life by masturbating herself with various objects.
There are perhaps more women than we know who utilize this method of self-penetration to simulate the action of the male prick. In many instances, it is a fear of pregnancy and of the brutality of the male in the act of fucking which induces them to gratify themselves in this onanistic manner. For others, especially the younger girls, it is perhaps a desire to hasten their maturity so that they can pretend they are "grown up" enough to have all the fun of sex and none of the dangers or responsibility. Or again, it may be a mature woman whose lover does not satisfy her (whether she is married or not), and who therefore resorts to inanimate objects to represent the male prick and so to direct it that she herself has control over the excitement engendered.
Perhaps the oddest fact of this entire case is that a woman of forty-five who had thus far contented herself with artificial phalluses would suddenly attempt to seduce a sixteen-year-old boy who was a student in her high school class. Sara herself told me that she didn't quite understand what had set her off into this attempt. So far as she could determine, it came about because she had the feeling that life was running out on her without her having known, "the feeling of a naked male lying on top of me with his stiff hot cock plunging deep inside my cunt." To be sure, this explanation is reasonable enough, and yet there must have been an ingrown fear of the male until that time. Sara told me that she frigged herself to climax at least once a week, and almost invariably after reading stimulating erotic literature.
Usually she employed her finger, but from time to time, as she told me, she would stage what she termed an orgy. In such instances, she would lie naked on her bed with her legs hugely straddled. Then, while she held an erotic book in one hand and avidly studied it, she would insert a candle, banana, cucumber, or similar object into her cunt. As she read, she would push the object in and out as a simulation of fucking. When she came to her spending, she would remove the object and then rest for a while. After about a quarter of an hour or so, she would begin to read again. When she came upon another thrilling erotic passage, she would insert a different object into her cunt and, as she read on, again repeat the process of simulated fucking.
At first glance, Sara did not at all seem to be the sexually oriented type; she was intellectual, rather stout, and rather severe of face. To imagine her lying naked on her bed with her body writhing, her hips bouncing up and down as she frigged herself or thrust an artificial prick into her cunt, while reading a book which her principal would have probably been horrified to know she even possessed, was certainly a picture that did not at all conform to what Sara was in her outward, professional life. But the fact is that she did these things and she told me also that these "orgies" sometimes involved as many as four separate orgasms before she became so tired that she had to stop.
One afternoon, towards the end of a class in English literature (not, assuredly, the kind she read in the privacy of her bedroom!), Sara, growing interested in the subject and wanting to achieve a degree of familiarity and intimacy with her students, seated herself on the edge of her desk. She discovered that one boy was staring at her legs, shifted herself and hoped she hadn't blushed too obviously to indicate to him that she had been aware of his preoccupation. Thereafter, she kept an eye on this particular boy and she observed that he was always trying to see more of her than her clothing usually exhibited. He seemed to crane his neck whenever she stooped, or leaned back in her swivel chair, and she came to the conclusion that he was a potential peeping torn. The notion somewhat excited her.
Consequentaly, she put into practive the idea of walking over to his desk during the class, bending down to see what he was writing and ask him questions about the theme or the book under discussion. Every time she did this, she caught him in the act of sneaking a quick look down the bodice of her dress. On other occasions, Sara saw him staring at her bottom or, when she paused to take a deep breath, the bodice of her dress where her full round titties rose and fell.
One night, feeling the urge of lust upon her, she stripped naked. But this time Sara didn't take an erotic book to bed. Instead she went to her refrigerator and took out a large banana not yet ripe; she told me that the ripe, soft bananas did not give the same degree of friction and probing which simulated the male prick. Positioning herself appropriately, Sara conjured up an image in which Harold-the boy who had been staring at her all this time-was kneeling naked between her straddled thighs. In her fantasy, he held his stiff young cock in his hand and he was smiling as he prepared to stick it into her cunt.
Harold, at sixteen, was quite a well grown lad with an excellent athletic build, and her belief was that he must necessarily have a large prick. In this dream-fantasy of hers, she had put saliva on her fingers and rubbed it onto her cunt lips. As she applied this moisture, she felt an immediate response to the touch of her fingers, and she knew that her come was going to be exceptionally thrilling.
Before moving her hand away, Sara rubbed the" finger over her clitoris and shuddered and groaned aloud. There was no longer any time for waiting. Seizing the banana, she caressed it in her hand, once again imagining the naked form of Harold kneeling as her hand took hold of his stiff young prick, a preparatory to guiding it into her cunthole. Talking to this fantasy-boy aloud, she said-she related this to me in verbatim-: "Harold, darling, I have such a tight warm cunt, I'm just begging you to stick your big beautiful prick into it. It's going to hold you tightly, darling, it's going to suck out all the juice and make you feel so good. Oh, don't wait, ram it into my poor little pussy and fuck me hard!"
In her fantasy, she saw the boy smile, felt the weight of his strong young body as he lowered himself onto her shuddering, naked flesh, guiding his prick to her waiting and eager cunt. "Oh Harold, darling," she gasped as she thrust the banana into her cunt, "you're so big and hard, oh, give it to me! Give it to me, give it to me hard, stick it in as hard as you can and fuck me!"
She stopped talking as the full length of the banana was inserted inside her vaginal sheath. Resting for a moment, closing her eyes, she sighed deeply. Then her hand grasped the end of the banana and began to move it back and forth in the act of fucking.
Throughout this act, her other hand moved over her body, returning to cup and fondle one of her big titties, and then the other, feeling her nipples harden like flints. As she approached her come, her hand drove the banana back and forth with increased tempo as her bottomcheeks arched and strained, and then suddenly with a final plunge the artificial prick crammed deep into her and remained there as she clutched both her titties, and rolled over to her side and moaned aloud in the ecstasy of girl-spending.
Her thighs clenched, and she turned over to lie on her belly, the presence of a banana real and comforting, as if it were still a stiff young male prick remaining hard in her cunt even after her orgasm.
It was at this moment, she told me, that she decided she was definitely going to seduce Harold. For the first time in her life, she wanted to know the feeling of a real prick, a male organ, inside her pussy.
But she waited impatiently until Friday before she put her first phase of the intended seduction into action. Now after the final class of the day, she calmly asked Harold to remain after the others had left. No other students had been given detentions that day even though a few of them had committed acts and misdeeds which normally would have resulted in their punishment; but for today, Sara wanted Harold entirely to herself for very obvious reasons. Accordingly, he was somewhat puzzled as he waited for the other students to file out so that he could learn what he had done to merit this reprimand.
No sooner was the room empty than Sara invited him to come up to her desk. She had pushed her chair well back and dragged her dress well above her thighs, quite high enough so that he could hardly consider it an accidental maneuver. Naturally, just as she had expected, his eyes were riveted to them. But when he looked up to her face, he saw that Sara was smiling; it was clear that he wasn't being punished, but this still didn't solve his confusion. Then, pleasantly, she asked, "Would you do me a favor, Harold, and come over to my apartment tomorrow to help me with a very important project?"
"Of course, Miss O.," he eagerly replied. He was blushing with nervousness, but this made it all the more stimulating to her. First she thought of offering him a ride home so that she could tease him a little more and relish in advance what she was going to do with him, but she finally decided against it. Other students might see and it might arouse suspicions, a chance she saw no reason for taking. So she told him that she would expect him the next morning between ten-thirty and eleven.
Actually, he arrived ten minutes early, and even at that Sara guessed that he had been waiting as long as he could. His eyes opened wide and his face crimsoned as she held the door open to admit him. For she wore a long negligee of vivid white. Although it wasn't transparent, it was sufficiently so to enable him to make out the outline of a garterbelt which snugged dark-tinted nylon hose caressingly high on her firm, strong, beautifully rounded thighs.
She stood framed in the doorway, and with sunshine coming in through the window behind her, it was quite evident that Harold was presented with a breath-taking display. "Do you like my working clothes?" she asked airily as she moved gracefully and walked ahead of him into the room. To the boy, the view he saw of her behind and the movement of her thighs was just as exciting as the other had been. At once his prick grew hard, and he stealthily put his palm over the front of his trousers to hide the erection. But he wasn't able to manage it quickly enough to escape detection, for she suddenly turned and, in the seductive tone, murmured, "Yes, I see you really do like my uniform, Harold dear. And I'm very flattered."
He was usually competent in class, but now he stood flustered, trembling, his eyes widened and his face quite red. "Oh come now, you're not really acting as if you did like it, Harold," she smilingly teased him.
Then she took a step towards him, holding out her arms and nodding her head. He moved nervously towards her, and she was certain that his knees were shaking as he came towards her. A moment later, her arms enfolded him, and his locked around her. As her mouth pressed hard against his, her titties crushed against his chest, and she shivered as she felt his hard stiff prick prodding against her belly.
As the kiss ended, she murmured, "Wait a bit, dear." Then, moving back a little way from him, her fingers working at the knot of the negligee, she drew it open slowly to expose her generously proportioned body clad in only bra and panties. Then, dramatically, she drew it off her shoulders and let it float to the floor in a shimmering heap.
To Harold, she was even more exciting in this black lingerie than had she been stark naked. Yet at the moment it seemed better to him to see her as she was, to touch her through these provocative garments-and he did just that.
Dividing his attention between the nylon sheaths which hid her titties and her cunt, and her naked skin, he rubbed both. He put his palms on her, one to her belly, the other against one of her titties, and moaned softly. When she took his face between her hands, he allowed her to guide it between the swells of her titties and above the valley of her bra. Opening his mouth on the smooth valley, he ran his tongue along the surface and felt her trembling just as he was trembling.
"Take your clothes off, dear," she whispered hoarsely. He began to grow more confident, and as he took off his clothes, he was rigid and stood proudly before her, his stiff prick straining towards her as an emblem of manhood which he openly displayed.
Sara reached out to clasp it in her palm, rapping her fingers round the stem, and she felt shivers of exquisite passion as she at last touched a real male prick. This was going to be so much better than anything she had used in the past, it would swell and probe inside of her, and at the end of it, it would spend furiously the hot juices into her eager cunt.
Then she led him into the bedroom and murmured to him, "I want you to take off all my clothes and then have me. I want you to fuck me, darling. Will you?"
"Oh, my gosh! Yes, Miss Sara!" he groaned. His trembling fingers reached behind her to unhook the bra, and then he tugged down her panties, uttering gasps of ecstasy, his eyes blazing as they studied the firming nipples, the bush which concealed the soft twitching lips of her cunt. Then his hands moved to caress these sacred and hitherto unknown treasures of femininity, and finally he began to kiss her titties, then her belly, until at last, in sheer spontaneity, he sank down between hex hands, he allowed her to guide it between the swells of her titties and above the valley of her bra. Opening his mouth he pressed a passionate kiss on her furry cunthole.
She was naked save for her garterbelt and hose, her thighs straddled, her arched forward to receive this gamahuching kiss from a young male who accorded it to her in candid adoration and healthy young male lust.
Before her trembling, uncertain hands pushed his face away lest she climax too soon, she suddenly realized that it was too late; her body began to quake, her head fell back and a long sobbing gasp excaped her. It was indescribably delicious!
She flung herself down on the bed, panting, "Oh, now, oh, darling, put your prick inside my cunt and fuck me, Harold!" He mounted her, and with his strong, young body atop hers, Sara cried out with joy as she felt his savagely stiff young cock probing through the wet twitching lips of her cunt until it was deep inside of her.
Her body arched from the bed, her arms locking tightly around his sturdy young athletic naked body, and she cried again as she felt his belly pressing hers down, felt all his length and stiffness deep inside of her.
It was true that she had put many a larger item into her cunt, but this prick surpassed all of those objects in the sensations of ecstasy it provided. This is the way it would be, she told herself, as often as she could arrange it.
Suddenly she felt his essence spurt into her, before she could have orgasm herself; but that didn't bother her. She knew she could restore him in a little while, and it would take him much longer, giving her ample time to taste the heaven of being fucked.
She revived him with her mouth, and certainly as she had dreamed, he thrust his rigid prick back into her cunt and fucked hard until suddenly she felt herself explode with all the ecstasy she had dreamed of.
It was a magnificent affair and it went on until Harold began to discover that younger women, girls of his own age, had even more delicious bodies, younger and firmer flesh, more tempting ways and reactions. Gradually he turned to them, and then suddenly vanished from Sara's life.
Although she continued to teach, and seduced other boys, none ever gave her the same thrill as Harold. After all, psychologically, he was her very first male; to a woman, that is a prime importance.
As for this boy, his early initiation by a mature woman gave him a magnificent fundamental course in sexual education which was to stand him in good stead. He became an excellent lover, and for a while it seemed that he would be healthy, sexually adjusted and thoroughly able to benefit from this initiation.
But the psychology of this boy was something that Sara herself had not foreseen. He began to think more of the joy of conquest, he saw each girl as a new cunt to be fucked, not a personality capable of warm giving and appreciation. Just as he had abandoned Sara when he found someone else more interesting, so he considered women simply items to be written down in a little black book and logged as the clinical details of the pleasure they had given, then forgotten in his quest for new quim.
I know him now, and he is thirty-six years of age. He is beginning to suffer from the empty life of being a mere Don Juan. He comes to me weekly for consultation, but I do not think I shall be able to effect a cure. The impressions that formed twenty years ago are much too powerful to erase.
He appears not to be a genuine victim from that early seduction by Sara. I do not think that I can overcome his inability to form an emotional attachment to any one woman, because he did not learn all that he could have learned from Sara's generous giving. He thought only of his physical pleasure, not of sharing, not of understanding the wonderful complexities of sex and the joy of sharing them with someone who had something in common besides her body.
He must therefore be placed in the category of a victim to a mature seductress. And yet, since I'm always optimistic over the wonderfully strong powers of the human mind, I do not say definitely that he is incurable. What we can learn from this case, however, is that youthful passion has the one flaw of selfishness; it is something which the mature seductress must remember when she sets out in her campaign to bring a young boy, a virgin male, to her eager, lusting bed. She may not always destroy herself, it is true, but she may commit a far greater sin of ruining the life of one who could be led into compassion and generosity in the act of love. Ego is, we psychiatrists know, a powerful weapon in an age of survival; it can be a treacherous boomerang when one wields it solely for selfish achievements.