Chapter 3
THE EFFECT OF OUTSIDERS AND STRANGERS
CASE HISTORY
Allison R., age 33
Charles O., age 12
Allison R. was a married, quite attractive woman who had enjoyed plenty of fucking before and during her marriage. Her husband unexpectedly died of a heart attack when she was only thirty, and so she went on living in the same house and became almost a recluse, stricken with her bereavement.
She lived in Elmira, New York, and went into town to shop for food about once a week, but steadfastly refused to renew old friendships and resisted the efforts of former friends to draw her out of her self-imposed shell of complete withdrawal.
Except for shopping, her only other activity was to go walking in the woods. Almost daily she went for long walks in the woods behind her house, walking until she felt so fatigued that she could scarcely get back home. Then, she would fling herself onto her bed and fall into deep, dreamless sleep.
These walks, obviously, were therapeutic so that they tired her where sleep came as a release-but this was not her only reason. When she talked to me later, she admitted that she was quite well aware of the danger involved for a woman to walk all by herself in the woods. As she explained it, "When my husband died, I didn't want to look for anyone else. He had been so good in bed, so complete for me. And yet, I wanted to cherish his memory, even while I began to feel what his loss meant to me. There wouldn't be a man to hold me in his arms, to kiss my titties and to fuck me hard until I came. It had been so wonderful, when we shared it. Now there is no one. And yet, I wanted a man. But because I'm decent and was brought up to believe that when you marry a man, you're all his, I guess I went into the woods sort of subconsciously hoping there would be a stranger there who would overpower me and take me by force. I mean fuck me, Dr. Klow. Then it wouldn't be my fault, because he would be stronger than I was and so I wouldn't have a chance to defend myself."
I may point out here to my readers that Allison's explanation is psychologically very well founded. It is, indeed, the exact reason that many women give when they explain how they came to be raped: subconsciously, they secretly desired it, but because of their upbringing, their religion or their own moral code, they were afraid of taking the upper hand or showing any initiative. However, when they are dominated and overcome by a stronger male, then they rationalize that it isn't their fault and hence they can enjoy it secretly while submitting to the will of the stronger. How many thousands of unrecorded rapes have taken place exactly because of this reasoning, no one will ever know!
But, if she actually sought to be raped, outwardly or inwardly, it still didn't work for her. She was well known, respected and liked around the town, and so she could walk in the woods without ever getting anything more than a wave or a friendly greeting from the men she happened to meet.
On one such walk, she hadn't gone more than a few hundred yards from her house when she heard excited voices ahead. She began to tiptoe along the path and then peered into the thick bushes until she at last found the source of these sounds. What she saw made her gasp and stand there as if petrified. Two stark naked boys were playing with each other. They had hard-ons, and each was fondling the other's cock as they whispered excitedly about how it felt to frig each other, to touch here and there, on the tip of the cock or the balls or along the shaft.
Moved by a passionate intensity that she had not experienced since her husband's death, Allison crept closer to hear exactly what they were saying, her eyes glitteringly fixed on their pricks and bottoms.
Without planning it that way at all, she found that she was stepping into the small clearing to confront both boys, who trembled with embarrassment and fear at being caught by a woman in such a compromising situation.
Their first reaction was to grab for their clothes, but Allison stopped them. "No you don't, you stay right here! Now then, I want to know who you are. What are your names, boys?"
Thus coerced, the naked boys identified themselves, and Allison recognized both names. They began to cry when she told them, "I'm going to tell your parents, yes, I am, what I've caught you doing. For shame! Do you know what's going to happen to you?"
"Sure," Charles stammered, "we'll be kept in the house for a long time, and we'll probably get a good sound licking. I'll get it with a switch."
"And me," the other boy, Tom, groaned, "I'll get my dad's strap on my bare ass-I beg your pardon, m'am-oh, gosh, won't you please let us go this once?"
Allison suddenly realized exactly why an impulse had taken her into the clearing to confront them. She was going to experience the pleasure of exploring their young male nakedness and punish them in her own way. And so, a few moments later, the two naked boys, carrying their clothes, were walking hastily down the path to her house. She ushered them inside and locked the door behind them.
Taking them to her bedroom, she sat on the edge of her bed with one naked boy standing on each side of her as she scolded them. Then she wanted to know how they got spanked at home.
While they mumbled nervous replies and tried in vain to keep their hands over their cocks, Allison felt a wave of passion swirl in her as she hadn't done since her husband had so unexpectedly died. "All right, I have decided to be lenient this one time," she announced. "I won't tell your parents, but I'm going to give each one of you a good sound spanking, do you understand?"
They nodded, glancing at each other, with a sigh of relief. A hand spanking, embarrassing though it would be from a woman, was infinitely better than the switch and strap. So, calmly removing her blouse and skirt, she felt passions rise even more fiercely in her as she saw both boys staring at her. Her white bra and panties stood out in vivid contrast against her tanned, smooth bare skin. Tugging her panties very tight so that they shaped out the cheeks of her ass and her plump crotch, she sat down on the edge of the bed and drew the younger boy over her eager thighs so that she could feel his prick against her bare legs. Scolding him for his naughtiness, she began to spank him hard with the open palm of her right hand.
Each time her hand came down on the smooth soft skin of his naked behind, another surge of passion went through her. As his bottom colored and grew hot under the repeated spanks, Allison began to breathe quickly. She looked down and saw her titties heaving in the confines of the bra, and she saw also that Charles was staring at them in fascination.
Then she gasped: he had a hard-on. Delivering a final shower of brisk spanks to the reddening bottom over her lap, she pushed Tom to his feet and ordered, "You get dressed and wait outside while Charles has his turn, now be quick about it!"
Tom needed no urging. Crying and shivering, he hastily got dressed and almost ran out of the house. No sooner had he gone than Allison began to talk to the older boy and reached out to fondle his erect prick. Though it was quite small, it was nonetheless very impressively hard, and suddenly Allison, as she told me, "found myself dreaming of how it was going to feel inside my cunt."
After a few questions, she learned that Charles had never seen a woman in only bra and panties, and had certainly never seen a naked woman. She watched him tremble with anticipation as she reached behind to unhook her bra. Holding it carefully, she removed one cup to expose just one tittie for him. When his mouth opened in amazement, she drew his face to her and pushed the nipple of her tittie into his mouth. He began to suck it eagerly until she drew it away, showing him how hard and dark the nipple had become.
Then she gave him her other tittie, and he repeated the process. His small prick was throbbing with excitement. Now, standing with her back to him, her body slightly bent, Allison began to lower her panties with deliberate slowness. She slowly bared a smooth pair of bottomcheeks to his breathless gaze.
She let them slowly drop to her feet and stood there a moment, and then she turned round to show him her voluptuous belly and the thick black bush of her pussy hair.
Then she drew him onto the bed with her, and began to talk to him about sex. Here as she told me, she used all the basic terms to describe her anatomy and his, the function of that anatomy and various sexual acts. "You see this?" she said to him, pointing to her pussy. "That's my quim, my cunt, my pussy, Charles. And that," pointing to his cock, "is your prick, your dong, your rod. When a boy puts his rod into a girl's cunt, that is fucking. And that's what you're going to do to me. But first you're going to look over my pussy and see what you think of it. Now then, put your face between my legs and look!"
She lay back, straddling her thighs, gesturing to him. With a gasp, Charles moved forward on his knees until his mouth was up against her cunt. Allison was overcome with ecstasy as she closed her eyes and shivered.
"Now I'll show you how nice it feels when a woman holds a man's prick in her mouth, dear," she said. "Crawl over me and get over my face, and I'll show you."
She discovered that she could get his prick entirely into her mouth, and she felt him jerk and throb, which added to her excitement.
Then, remembering how thrilling it had been when he had explored her pussy and finally kissed it she murmured to him, "Charles dear, now I want you to gamahuch me. It's what you almost did before, except you keep it up. Come lie between my legs, dear, and put your mouth up against my pussy. That's a darling! Now kiss it, and try to suck while you're kissing, you see? And later, when I tell you to, put your tongue inside it and rub it around until you find a little button. When you feel me jump and wriggle and hear me tell you to hurry, rub it very hard."
He learned quickly, and his own excitement and interest in being so intimate with a mature woman aided him in gratifying Allison with the most powerful climax she had had in the almost two years which had passed since her husband's untimely death. Then, to reward him, she whispered to him, after she had regained her self-control, "Now you are going to fuck me, darling. This is because you made me so happy. Now I'll make you happy too." He knelt between her thighs and prepared to adjust his small prick into her eager, moist and twitching pussy. She took her hands and gently guided him, and soon began to squirm and wriggle in delight as Charles, once inside her began to move his hips up and down. "Oh, yes, that's it, darling!" she breathed. "Oh, how wonderful you are, and it's only your first time. Oh, that's marvelous! Deeper, harder, oh, yes, oh, my darling!"
Perhaps the very smallness of his prick aided him in rubbing her clitoris, so that Allison was drawn towards a hot girl-come again when he finally uttered a cry and gave up all his essence. The session thus ended. But it was one that Allison knew she would always remember.
Before she allowed him to leave the house, she made him promise to return often for more of such games. Charles eagerly agreed and swore that he would never tell anyone what they had just done or would do in the future.
And so the two of them met often at her house after that, and she taught Charles everything she knew about sex. During the next few months she in turn learned and taught more exciting ways of satisfying pussy and prick than she had ever known with her husband, as she and the boy freely experimented.
However, we could only speculate at what might have happened. Charles had one quirk in his nature: he could not keep the secret of having a successful affair with a beautiful mature woman, and knowing himself to be only a boy and yet her lover, made him desire to tell people about it. Naturally, from the gossip which went on in his circle of young acquaintances, it was inevitable that word should in turn reach adult neighbors and they in turn should notify his parents. Charles' father had a session with him, from which the boy emerged trembling, pale and shaken. And so the very next time he went to Allison's house, his father was hiding behind a clump of bushes just outside the house.
After he had waited for what he had considered would be sufficient time to catch both of them in a guilty embrace, Charles' father crept quietly into the house and there he found his son and Allison both naked, obviously ready to perform the act of fucking. With a shout of anger, the man ordered Charles to hurry home where he would be attended to in due course. Then he stared at the naked, cringing and blushing Allison. "You dirty, filthy bitch! So you're trying to corrupt my boy, are you? You're a queer, a pervert, you ought to be ridden out of town on a rail, tarred and feathered, just like a whore!" he cursed her.
Allison was thunderstruck. "But please, you don't understand," she stammered.
"I understand only too well. You like to have things your way, you bitch. You think it's easy to screw a boy, because you can make him do what you want. You wouldn't try that trick with a man. Like me, for instance. Well, now, that's an idea. Here you are all ready to be fucked, and my boy isn't able to service you, you dirty bitch. But I will," he grinned viciously as he suddenly yanked down his zipper and liberated his massive cock. Allison put the back of her hand to her mouth to choke her cry of anguish and shame, cringing against the bed. He slapped her face and forced her down on her back. Then, in spite of her pleas and struggles, he pried apart her thighs with one knee, and, slapping her titties, finally thrust his prick into her cunt and fucked her violently. During the act, he cursed her, calling her a whore and strumpet, not even worthy of the honor of being fucked by a full grown man, but a dirty pervert who played only with boys. And Allison, her face twisted to one side, her eyes closed, wept hysterically as she felt his brutal prick drive back and forth, heard his jeering and coarse abuse. Finally he spent, and then he pulled himself out of her and began to strike her with the flat of his hands. When he had finished, he left her crying on the bed as he stuffed his limp cock back into his pants and went home to punish his son for his wickedness.
When he got home, Charles' father heard shouts and crying, and realized that his wife had been lecturing the boy. But he took over. Taking his belt out of his pants, he ordered Charles to strip naked. While the boy's mother held his hands, forcing him to bend over the back of the chair, Charles' father slashed at his bottom with a double belt until the boy shrieked for mercy, his reddened, bruised bottom jerking and twisting in agony.
But even after that severe thrashing, not a day passed without Charles' mother or father reminding him of the filthy thing he had done with Allison. And more often than not, either of his parents would end that lecturing with the order to strip for another painful dose of the strap.
This created a traumatic dread and loathing of what had been for Charles a beautiful, spontaneous and natural act. In a word, the pain and the shame of these whippings made him come to the conclusion that fucking between a male and a female was a sinful, filthy thing.
That took place almost twenty years ago, but the lesson did not vanish. And today Charles is a confirmed homosexual who considers all women to be sinful, dirty creatures who defile the male body. I doubt very much that he would ever change his outlook on them and their role in life. He has had a series of male lovers over the years and has come to accept homosexuality as the proper and normal way of life.
Thus we find a young teenager who, seduced as an adolescent, had his life changed. But we cannot blame Allison for the harm that was done to Charles; the fault was that of his well-meaning parents who absolutely could not cope with the situation they did not understand. They themselves were puritans and prudes, and so sex to them was dirty and revolting. If, instead of treating him like a moral leper, they had explained the situation fully to Charles so that he could have retained a respect for the generic processes of life, for the beauty there can be in fucking when a man and woman truly love each other, very likely there would have been no lasting harm.
Very likely, had he had a more benign consideration from his parents, Charles might have recalled the joys to which Allison had initiated him; he would probably have jacked off frequently, had sexual dreams while he did so, and at last would have found natural and inevitable sexual pleasures with girls in his growth to manhood.
Instead, he was the tragic victim of ignorance, anger and hypocrisy. His father, who thundered out denounciation of sin and evil and filthiness, apparently saw none of these things when he fucked and beat Allison, simply because she had seduced his boy. And, as Charles himself had told me later, often when his parents had finished strapping him, they would hurry to the bedroom, strip naked, and then enjoy a fuck together, roused in that curious and sadistic yet strange way by his own suffering. If this is not hypocrisy, I do not know what really is in the sexual field!
So it was they, far more than Allison, who corrupted and destroyed a young life. We find this attitude in our censors, too, throughout North America. They generally believe that all sex is evil. Therefore those who are interested in it, who read books about it, who write books and who distribute them, are considered "moral degenerates." But if the truth be known, many of these censors secretly have a kind of pathetic yearning for the very things they condemn. In so condemning, they try to hide this yearning from their fellow man. And this is moral hypocrisy of the worst kind.
The entire tragedy of sex in our lifetime is when we approach it with a feeling that it is "dirty,"
"unnatural," or "wicked." Here the censor seizes his opportunity to make us believe what puritanical teachers have taught us, and to make us wallow in our own guilt and shame. Thereafter, of course, for us the act of sex would become identified with voyeurism and exhibitionism, in which we would take more pleasure from thinking about it. Until we can rid our minds from the spectres of guilt and fear and shame, we are not really ready for the sexual revolution that is upon us.
You may ask whether there are many women like Allison. My files as a psychiatrist offer conclusive proof that there are indeed. I've had many discussions with other authorities in this field of mine, which corroborate all I have been able to learn on the subject. We know that mental hospitals and prisons hold many women who, having been torn between guilt and desire and yielded to the latter, sometimes have seduced boys and then felt themselves "sinful." They may have turned to drink or drugs or to lesbianism, or they may have sunk to prostitution as a kind of self-inflicted whip by which to punish themselves for their imagined sin. Their moral breakdown has come out of the very impetus of their desires, which they did not take time to study and understand. Undoubtedly Allison, before she seduced Charles, should have tried to ascertain the outlook of his parents, realizing the risk that one day they might hear of the liaison between their son and her.
But let us turn now to another case history of a woman who was driven to seduce a strange boy in her search for gratification. By strange, I mean a casual or accidental person who simply happens upon the woman's life and who, because of her own loneliness and desperation, is impulsively selected as her lover ... but all too often, as with Charles, becomes her victim.
CASE HISTORY
Marcia K., age 39
Allan J., age 14
Married at the age of twenty, Marcia K. enjoyed a reasonably normal life for seventeen years. In that time, she gave her husband two daughters, but she always secretly wanted a son. During the last few years of her marriage, the sexual adjustment which she and her husband had began to deteriorate and her husband appeared to lose interest in her.
For a time, Marcia made a definite attempt to revive his waning interest. When she saw that her efforts were in vain, she accepted his outlook as a kind of rejection due to her becoming old and unattractive. This was hardly true, but she could hardly remain objective in such a situation. What Marcia did not realize was that while she was still an extremely attractive woman, her husband was actually spending most of his sexual energy on an affair with a twenty-three-year old secretary in his office and thus had little time or sexual interest left for his proper conjugal duties.
In an attempt to adjust to her role as a rejected wife, Marcia began to take long walks through Cleveland, in whose northeastern residential section she and her husband occupied a modest house. One can see here a similarity with Allison, who took long walks through the woods so she would become fatigued enough to sleep and thus escape her problems, although as we know, subconsciously, she yearned to be raped and thus to have the sex she was otherwise denied.
Although Marcia had been conditioned by her husband's rejection to consider herself anything other than an attractive woman, she nevertheless dressed fashionably just as a matter of habit. From time to time, as she walked, she observed a man looking at her with a kind of glint of admiration in his eyes, and this gave her a stimulus to go on living. However, no man did any more than look, so that she was still left with the feeling of being old and discarded.
During one of her many walks, Marcia became tired and went into a little cafe to rest. She ordered a cup of coffee and toyed with it, smoking a cigarette, and then noticed a school boy sitting on the stool ahead of her drinking a soda. She was sure that he had turned his head away just as she had looked up. Glancing down at herself, Marcia saw that her legs were crossed in such a way as to expose a generous amount of thigh from his vantage point.
Instead of the embarrassment which she would normally have felt, Marcia sensed a kind of elation, as well as a distinct sexual thrill. A man, even though a young one, was staring at her with an expression of hunger which assured her that she was still attractive. That was more than her husband had done in many a day.
While the boy returned to his drinking, Marcia raised the skirt of her dress even higher to exhibit more of her thighs. Then she pretended to toy with her coffee cup, turning her face away to leave the boy to his own devices. She could see a mirror to her right, and she perceived that the boy was staring at her again. Keeping her head down, she uncrossed her legs with deliberate slowness and then recrossed them with the same casual effect. She knew that she was giving him an exciting display of the tops of her nylon hose and the bare thighs above.
In time, when she began to feel that others were staring at her, she finished her coffee and got up to leave. As she passed the boy at the counter, he turned his head away. Marcia returned to the cafe at the same time the next day and went through the same routine for the same boy who sat on the same stool, showing exactly the same interest.
From then on, it became a kind of predictable routine. Marcia's walk always ended at the same place at the same time, and the boy was always there with the same greedy interest showing on his handsome young face.
For some time, this exhibitionism was enough to excite her, but soon her thoroughly wakened female nature demanded more. And she determined to seduce the boy. So, the following day, she went to the cafe as usual to put on the same kind of "leg show" for him. But this time, when she left the cafe, she waited outside. A few minutes later, the boy emerged and began to walk, and Marcia quickly fell into step beside him.
When she first began to talk to him, he was nervous, as if he felt she had observed his interest and resented it. Consequently, she chose her words carefully to let him know how pleasant it was for an older woman to be appreciated by a nice young man. Hence before long she had melted most of his reserve and they were talking! quite freely. Some of his nervousness remained, but Marcia was certain she could cope with that.
It was a kind of pathetic and yet miraculous transformation: the immature, rejected wife turned into a bold, self-assured seductress. The fact that Allan J. was so young, only fourteen, she learned, gave her all the confidence she required. She told him how a woman liked to have her legs admired by a young man and noticed that he was thrilled by her statement.
The conversation was so interesting Allan didn't notice that by now they had reached Marcia's home. When she invited him in, he became a little flustered. "Don't be so shy," she laughed softly, "or is it you're afraid that you're going to see my legs again? Don't you like them, didn't you just tell me so?"
Blushing furiously but feeling his manhood was being challenged, Allan took a deep breath and blurted out, "I want to see them again, honest I do!" With a little soft laugh of delight and anticipation, Marcia unlocked the door and he walked into the house ahead of her.
Marcia's two daughters were away from home; one was at college, while the other was at a private high school. Hence Marcia knew she had at least two hours alone with Allan before her husband would return from work-ample time for her project.
She invited him into the kitchen and began to make hot chocolate, and then she said to him, "You know, Allan, there's more to a woman than just her legs, which I know you were looking at. Do you know what the difference is between a man and a woman?"
"Ah, a little," he stammeringly admitted, his blushes deepening.
"Well, for one thing, a woman has breasts and a boy doesn't," she said, and put her hands to her titties, pressing her dress tightly over them as she stared intently at him. She saw him tremble, and she knew inwardly that he had fallen for the bait. "Then, of course, between our legs we don't have what you have." And now again one of her hands dropped down to the crotch of her dress and molded out her cunt.
His eyes were fixed on her hand, and his trembling was even more noticeable.
She carried the cups of hot chocolate on a tray into the living room, and then sat down beside him on the wide couch. "You were looking at my legs, but maybe you didn't know that nylon stockings make them look prettier. Let me show you," she said softly. Then, raising the hem of her dress well over her thighs to demonstrate the point, Allan observed her nylon-sheathed thighs and the glimpse of her panties with a garterbelt just beneath the waistband of them. She took one of his hands and placed his palm on her left stocking just above her knee. Then, with gentle pressure, she ascended his hand up to the end of the stocking, released it to let him go on from there.
With a gasp, both his hands now surging forward, and trembling with passion, Allan found the warm white flesh above. He squeezed them both, and she gave him a smile of encouragement.
He saw that her hands were busy, and he looked up again; then he gasped aloud as he felt the front of her dress gaping open to show the exciting rounds snugged by her black brassiere. He could see the inner curves of her white skinned titties curving into the soft narrow valley which separated them. Her hands moved now to the back of his neck and drew his face to her, and he sighed as his mouth and nose and chin were pressed into the intoxicating, perfumed, satiny valley.
"You know, dear, when a boy and a girl are together like this they can do all sorts of nice things and have fun," she whispered suggestively. "A boy can kiss a girl's titties, and he can kiss her legs and what's between them too, you know. Would you like to do that?"
"Oh, why, why, yes, ma'am!" he groaned.
She could feel him trembling in her grasp and she knew this was his first experience. Her own body began to tremble convulsively, telling her that she would have the orgasm which had been so long denied her.
Now Allan had moved his hands from her thighs to caress the cups of her bra and to feel the firm quivering titties yield to the pressure of his fingers. Her lips brushed his ear as she whispered, "Did you know that men sucked women's titties, especially the nipples, to make them hard and sensitive so that women get excited and want to be loved, Allan dear?"
Then she began to pull her dress down her arms, and Allan recoiled to make it easier for her. Standing up before him, she dragged the dress completely off and stood there while he stared at the thrilling beauty of a mature woman clad only in her bra, panties, garterbelt and nylon hose. She could see beads of perspiration glisten on his forehead.
Then she seized both his wrists and reached behind her, letting his hands press and rub her bottom. He grew bolder, and drew his left hand forward and around to explore the forbidden area where her panties snugged under her belly and right against her crotch, and Marcia opened her legs a little wider to give him total access.
She felt the lips of her pussy twitch with anticipation, and again the trembling began in her ripe, lush body. She unhooked her bra, while he still continued to fondle her pussy and bottom, and then removed the bra and let it fall to the floor. Her titties began to jiggle above him; she put one hand under his chin and lifted his face so that he could see them.
With a little cry, he lifted his face still more, taking one of her nipples in his mouth while his left hand fondled her other breast.
He didn't protest when she began to undress htm, nor did she stop until he was naked except for his socks. To her delight, his prick was somewhat larger than she had expected, and it was fully erect. Fondling it, she began to think how wonderful it would be to have it working inside her cunt with the boy thrusting above her, mounted on her in his first act of fucking.
He wouldn't be quite so reluctant as her husband, oh no! He would be panting with excitement, she would feel his sweat trickle into her body, and all these images which preoccupied her began to make her shudder with an overwhelming desire.
"Won't you take my panties off, Allan dear?" she whispered.
"You mean I can? Oh, gosh!" he blurted, staring at her with widened eyes.
"Of course I do," she smiled encouragingly. "Go ahead, darling."
She felt his trembling fingers draw the nylon sheath down slowly over her bottom and past her thighs. Then he let them drop till they festooned her pump shod feet, and when she stepped out of them, she spread her legs widely to let him see the first cunt he had ever seen exposed. His hand was eager as he explored that furry crevice, and she whispered to him, "That's it, darling, it's very sensitive there and girls like to be petted and loved there. Run your finger all around the lips. Oh, that's lovely! Now put it inside, just a little. Mmm, that's just lovely, Allan!"
His touches, amateurish though they were, filled her with a furious desire and she could wait no longer. "Now I want to take your cock right into my pussy, and show you how thrilling that can be for you," she exclaimed. Then, lying back on the couch, she drew her legs apart and raised her knees. He saw her pussy open and he shuddered furiously. "Don't be afraid, just move forward on your knees and put it into me slowly, darling. I'll help," she urged. Then she could feel the firm tip of his prick pressing against the lips for a moment, and then enter between them. It was heavenly! Locking her arms around him as he sank down atop her, she held him tightly for a moment and then raised her body to rub it against him.
She lay back and panted, "Now fuck me, shove it in and out but not too fast, try to make it last all you can and it will be so lovely for you, Allan!" He began to obey, gaining confidence at this total surrender. She felt her passions bubbling up inside of her, and suddenly she cried out in ecstasy as orgasm swept over her. He gasped and looked at her fearfully, afraid that he had hurt her. But after she had regained her breath, she whispered, "Oh, it's just wonderful. You made me so happy. You're such a man!" And she saw him smile and draw a deep breath at this testimonial to his young manhood.
To her amazement, he hadn't come, so she invited him. "Come, do it again, do it until you have the same sort of lovely feeling when it comes all out of you, Allan!" Now, because of his greater confidence, he was able to thrust deeply and vigorously like a true man, and before long he began to jerk and writhe and then cried out as she felt his spunk jet into her. She locked her arms and legs tightly round him, crushing him to her as she felt the torrent lash her womb.
After she had gone to the bathroom and come back, they talked for quite a while until she knew that she must have a repeat performance. Since he had shown more interest in her bottom than in any other portion of her anatomy except of course her cunt, Marcia knelt up on the couch with her full round bottomcheeks arched and her thighs widely spread.
"Play with me, darling, use your finger all over," she instructed.
A few minutes later, as she reached behind her, she felt that his cock was hard enough again to give her what she needed. "You can put it in from behind, just the way you are, you know," she told him. "Put your hands on my belly and move yourself up against my bottom, darling. That's it, now feel with your great big cock for my lovely little pussy!"
A few moments later, he had thrust into her, and his hands squeezed and rubbed her belly as he knelt up straight and began to fuck her again.
It was even more glorious this time, and Marcia kept crying out in passionate delight as she felt and heard his belly smack her thrusting bottomcheeks with each jab. She had her orgasm long before he did, and this time he wasn't afraid of her cries because he knew what they meant and felt proud at being able to draw them from her.
She felt him collapse against her as his body throbbed and his prick vibrated in the second jet, and she knew that their intimacy was over for the day.
Before they dressed, she told him what a great lover he was and how what he had done had given her more pleasure than she had ever known before. He went home very proud and confident, dreaming of their future meetings.
These future meetings were frequent, indeed. Hardly a day passed without Allan and Marcia making passionate love, as she taught him everything she knew, while he in turn proved to be an eager student. In a short time, Allan discovered every erogenous zone of her body and knew how to work her up to a furious passion. When he found that his prick couldn't become sufficiently hard to give her what she desired at certain times, he used his fingers and his lips and tongue till she cried out in her ecstasy.
And then one afternoon a harsh, cynical laugh from outside the bedroom door froze them both. As he glanced around in terror and felt his prick go limp inside Marcia's cunt, Allan stared into the mocking, flushed face of the husband who had slipped silently into the house and caught them both in the act of fucking.
"So now you're playing the kindergarten circuit, are you, Marcia?" he taunted his wife. Allan knelt up, his face flushed, but man enough to be willing to defend Marcia, even if it meant a beating for himself. But Marcia's husband had no intention of beating either one. He was content to revile them both and to taunt his wife on Allan's immaturity, the small size of his prick and what a comic view it was to see a naked full-grown woman and a boy lying together and trying to fuck.
Allan began to dress, his face burning with fury at these taunting insults. Marcia lay sobbing in shame on the bed and Allan knew how foolish he appeared, a boy acting like a man to give a husband a source for such obscene amusement.
He left the house and never saw Marcia again, nor did she make any attempt to find him. In due time, his shattering experience was forgotten, and his desire for pussy returned. She had taught him very well, indeed. However, finding another mature woman was dangerous, and he didn't want to take the risk of being discovered by a husband and mocked at again.
Allan was now fifteen and girls of his own age seemed to be the only proper solution. It wasn't long before his abilities in seduction sufficed to win a girl his own age. He took her behind a screen of bushes in the park out in the suburbs of Cleveland, undressed her and fingered and tongued and kissed her until she was practically swooning, and confidently stripped the panties away from her firm young body. Then his mouth sucked her cunt, and she eagerly straddled her thighs, whimpering in pain as his prick thrust through her cherry. Then she began to understand some of the joy of being a woman and she fucked back furiously.
This affair continued for a few months until the girl came to him and told him that she was pregnant. Shortly after that she disappeared from town, and he never saw her again.
Allan had a guilt feeling when he thought of the suffering he had caused the girl who had been so generous to him and yet who had to face the shame and pain of pregnancy alone. Hence he avoided girls for a while, jacking off with his hand and dreaming about older women as a kind of sublimation.
However, this was not too effective and so he began to go out with girls again. He was able to seduce a few, but their nervousness deprived him of the real pleasure he sought from women who were confident, self-assured as Marcia had been, and uninhibited in their passions. Finally, when he was sixteen, Allan quit high school, left home and went to New York. Here he found a job as a helper on a truck and spent most of his spare time in Greenwich Village. He soon discovered that there were many mature and older women who came regularly to this Bohemian area seeking young men who could give them what their business-minded jaded husbands couldn't.
So his first experience there was with a woman in her late forties, who took him to a swanky hotel, took off her mink, removed her specially designed corselette and offered her flabby body to him. She was hardly beautiful, as her bosom, belly, thighs and bottom were rather fatty, but her maturity was the stimulation which he needed.
He stripped hurriedly, his cock already erect. She knelt down, took his prick into her mouth. In her eagerness, she held back her desire to be fucked by him as she kept on sucking him until he finally spent into her mouth. After she had drained him, she began to whimper for satisfaction. Allan, knowing what he knew from Marcia's teaching, led her to the bed, made her he on her back, parted her thighs and gamahuched her until she had orgasmed. After she left the room, Allan found an envelope on top of his clothes, with two ten-dollar bills in it. So the next time a woman attempted to pick him up in Greenwich Village, he hinted he needed money to live. Again there was another exchange of money, and Allan had begun his career as a male prostitute. In time he moved away from this area and took an apartment on Park Avenue. By then he had established a string of wealthy dowagers so that he was earning more money than he could spend. As I write these lines, he is still a prostitute, but in spite of his relative wealth, he is far from happy-which of course is not surprising.
As a skillful lover, Allan perhaps could have been very happy in his relationships with women, but now he never will be. Sexual intercourse and its variations were his only talent. Once he had made a career of this, all enjoyment and spontaneity had vanished, and it became simply a livelihood.
Within the past six months, I personally know that Allan has begun to attempt homosexuality. He has taken both passive and active roles in Frenching, buggering, and he finds a degree of satisfaction, he tells me, that has been lacking in his relationships with women.
Yet at the same time, as is also inevitable, the pleasure he has from relations with men is counterbalanced by feelings of shame and guilt after each such experience.
Only a few months ago he came to me for treatment after he had tried to kill himself and failed. He is continuing treatment, but he has a kind of death wish, and I have the fatalistic feeling that one day he will achieve his ends before I can undo the results of his early seduction by the older woman.
We see that again Marcia's needs took paramount importance, and she did not know enough about her boy lover's psyche or the influence she would have upon him. Thus here again we see the danger of what the female seductress can do to a pliable and perhaps amoral youth.
CASE HISTORY
June A-, age 42
Jack age 13
Jack W. came from a large family in Erie, Pennsylvania, who were in the lower economic stratum of that city. When still a very young boy, he learned to earn money for himself by performing chores, like cutting grass and shoveling snow for residents of the more prosperous district about two miles from his house.
It was in this way he met June A., who at the age of forty-two was undergoing a drastic personality change. Perhaps it was the effect of the menopause-I do not know since at the time I had not met her. but the fact was that her children had grown up and left home, and her husband, who was a prominent attorney, was far too busy with his work to find time for normal sexual activity with her.
June had become aware of a sexual restlessness and disappointment, but she hadn't thought of doing anything specific about it. As a consequence, she devoted more and more of her time to reading and painting in watercolors in an attempt to take her mind off her feverish desire for sexual fulfillment.
One July afternoon she was undressing to take a shower, since she had spent hours painting in the garden and it had been a hot day. The boy had been mowing the spacious lawn and tending the flowers.
As she glanced in the mirror in front of her, June was startled to see a face peering into the opening where the drapes of her bedroom window failed to meet. At once she began to shiver with excitement. She knew that she wouldn't draw the drapes or let the boy know that she was in any way aware of his presence at the window.
As she had already removed her dress, she kept her back to the window as she slowly pushed her half-slip down her amply rounded hips and let it fall at her feet.
Because she had been at home all day, June hadn't worn a girdle. Bending down from the waist, she knew that he could see her round full bottomcheeks straining against the filmy nylon panties.
Then, smiling to herself, she began to slide the panties down. When her bare bottom had been half-exposed to his view, she jerked them up tight again, smoothed her hands over the gauzy material, and walked out of the room.
A moment later, she opened the back door of the house and called to the boy. Jack hurried to answer, and she saw a look of mingled excitement and nervousness on his face as she peered from behind the door. "Come in," she told him. He seemed even more nervous when he obeyed, and his eyes widened as he stared at her voluptuous figure and the scanty attire of brassiere and panties.
"I saw you peeping at me through the window, you naughty boy," she teased. "That's why I called you. You might just as well come inside and have a good look for yourself."
Jack's face reddened, and it was obvious that he was torn between the desire to stare at her and the urge to run. But before he could do anything, she took him by the hand and led him into her bedroom, where she carefully closed the drapes. "Have you ever seen a girl like this before, Jack?" she asked. When he shook his head, June began to guide his hands over the cups of her bra and then her pantie-sheathed bottom and finally over the tight crotch of them so that he could feel her cunt. Before long, she observed with delight, he had lost his nervousness.
While he stood between her straddled legs as she sat on the edge of the bed, she took off her bra and let him play with her naked titties. As his hands clutched them and fondled them eagerly, she unfastened his pants and pulled them and his shorts down. To her delight, his prick was fully erect. At first he called out, "Oh no-don't touch it-oh please, you mustn't, ma'am!" as her hand began to fondle it. But then he closed his eyes and shivered, and it was clear that he had begun to enjoy the touch of a woman's fingers on his throbbing prick.
When she was afraid that he might go off and spend in her hand, she let go of him, slid up and told him, "Kneel down and take my panties off."
As he drew her panties down below her pubic hair, she arched herself towards him and she watched his mouth gape in surprise and his eyes dilate with wonder.
Stepping out of the panties, she worked smoothly and efficiently as she stripped him stark naked. Then, telling him to kneel between her legs again, she fell back on the bed, parted her thighs, and put her fingers to her pussy lips and opened them.
Then, drawing him onto the bed with her, June pressed him down on the bed on his back and knelt astride him. Lowering herself, she felt her pussy rubbing his face and watched him squirm nervously under her, blushing violently. "I want you to put your mouth on my pussy, darling, and kiss me," she murmured. "Don't be afraid, I want you to. It'll be ever so nice, and I'll do something nice for you in return."
He began, nervously, but the mere sensation of a boy's lips on her eager cunt was heaven for her. Then she instructed him how to put his tongue into her pussy and to find her clitoris.
But even though she felt the surge of desire coming upon her, she couldn't wait any longer to feel his cock inside her. So she stretched out on the bed and told him, "Get over me and put your cock right where you kissed me, Jack!"
A few moments later, his stiff little tool was inside her cunt and he was arching up and down on her voluptuous, opulent body. Naturally, it being his first time and he so young, he spent very quickly and she was unable to come to orgasm.
When he rolled off her, she took one of her hands in his, drew it to her squirming cunt and began to rub his fingers against herself until she at last had release.
After that day, June often took the boy into her bedroom where both stripped naked for a lengthy orgy which included gamahuching, Frenching and once, to satisfy her own curiosity, buggering. She knelt on the bed while he stood behind her, and at her directions opened the cheeks of her behind, prodded his tool against her anus and pushed inside.
Four months after he had been thus initiated into the wonderful world of adult sex, Jack found himself alone and thwarted, because June and her husband went to Europe on an extended vacation.
During the first few weeks of that vacation, he masturbated frequently, but it gave him hardly the kind of satisfaction he wanted. And so, one evening, when fog and darkness fell over a vacant lot used as a short cut from the bus stop, Jack moved quickly from behind a bush and put his hand over the startled mouth of a twelve-year-old girl.
Dragging her down to the ground, he muttered, "I've got a knife, and I'll stick it into you if you make a sound!" A few moments later, the girl was kneeling in fear as he stripped off her panties and exposed her nubile milky bottomcheeks.
Remembering how he had enjoyed buggering June, he thrust his cock against her bottom until he finally forced an opening with his prick into her asshole. She cried out once, but he showed her his pocket knife and warned her he would use it.
Hence, terrified, the girl submitted. As he neared his climax, his hands gripped her belly and drew her silky bottom back against him as he spent deep into her bowels.
Cramming his limp prick back into his pants, he warned her to stay where she was for at least five minutes. A minute later, as he was running furiously away, he heard her cries. But this time he was lucky and escaped. When he read the story in the newspaper the next day, he discovered that he had found a new thrill.
There would be no more masturbation, Jack promised himself. From then on, he would find girls and take what he wanted from them. In the next month, he attacked three more times, and three girls were buggered. Only one of them reported her attack to the police, however.
Thus his confidence swelled, and Jack decided to look for bigger game. Trembling little girls had been fun, but now he wanted a mature woman kneeling in terror as she thrust out her big full bottomcheeks to him to be buggered.
He found this new victim in a shabby part of town as she got off a bus and began to walk along a path beside the railroad tracks. Hurrying past her, he took up his position behind a tree and waited for her to reach him in the darkness far from the nearest building.
She gasped when she saw his knife held in front of her face, but she made no sound when he threatened to kill her. A few moments later, she was holding her skirt up above her waist while he pulled the heavy girdle down her thighs to stare at her big bottom. Her behind was bigger than June's, even a little softer, as he squeezed and rubbed the cheeks for awhile before he ordered her to kneel down.
When she found out what he intended to do, she panted, "Oh don't, don't do it that way-oh please put it in my pussy, but not there!" Jack refused. Although the woman shivered with fear, she didn't resist, as he thrust his erect prick into her asshole and began to pump back and forth. He worked slowly, his belly rubbing against her big full bottomcheeks at the end of each thrust. By pacing himself, he prolonged the act for a long time before at last he thrust to the hilt inside her with a groan, and shot his spunk inside her.
His next victim was a Negress in her late thirties. She too was ripe of body, and the novelty of her arched, chocolate-brown bottom globes provided an additional facet of enjoyment. Before he stuck his prick into her, he opened the front of her dress, unfastened her bra, and exposed her big round firm titties. He toyed with them for a long time, pinching the nipples till they grew firm.
When she told him that he had her all excited and begged him to put it into her cunt instead of her asshole, Jack at last broke his rule. Feeling for her pussy with his hand, he found it warm and moist. He felt her body tremble as his fingers probed inside of her before he reached with his other hand to grab hold of his now aching prick and guided it to the proper path.
He was just beginning to thrust it in when the Negress turned and caught him completely by surprise. Her heavy hand thrashed against his face again and again, and by the time she stopped hitting him, he was barely conscious. Rolling him onto his back, she knelt on his arms, holding him helpless. He stared up at her big bottom as it began to descend toward him, and it stopped just as it was about to brush his face.
Then without warning, she urinated into his face. He heard her laugh and he closed his mouth much too late to avoid her excretion. It seemed endless.
Still laughing softly, she pressed her cunt against his face and rubbed. Moving a little, she pressed her asshole over his nose and threatened to suffocate him as she pressed down harder.
She got up at last, but she wasn't finished with him. Smiling, she pulled his pants and shorts down and began toying with his prick which had suddenly become limp. Showing him the knife she had taken away from him, she held his prick in one hand and threatened to cut it off if he didn't do just what she told him to do.
As he lay on his back, she began to jack him off.
Before long, his prick became hard and he felt his spunk dribble out. But even then she wasn't finished with him. Sweating over him, she began to defecate on his belly and cock. When she had finished, she used the tail of his shirt to wipe herself, then pulled his pants and shorts up. "So you like an asshole, boy?" she smirked. "Well that's what they're for. How do you like it this time?"
She put her foot on his belly and rubbed, and then walked quickly away, leaving him nauseated and horrified.
This atrociously unexpected experience kept him at home so that he made no more sexual forays. But in time his need grew again and he returned to his activities. This time he trapped a middle-aged woman and buggered her after he had taken precautions that she wouldn't again catch him off guard. After spending in her bowels, he remembered how the Negress had shamed him. He wanted revenge. So since he felt the need to piss, he moved back and sprayed his urine over her bottom while she sobbed and wept.
Four nights later, he struck again. This time as he tugged at the girdle of a middle-aged woman, she began to scream. He had struck her just once with his knife when he heard running footsteps. Leaving his knife sticking in her back, he broke and ran but was soon caught. The woman recovered from a minor flesh wound, and Jack was placed in an institution for disturbed juveniles.
He was released at the age of eighteen as apparently cured, and he was able to wait almost a month before he attempted forcible rape and sodomy again. The method of attack was exactly the same that he had used before. The police recognized it, and picked him up later that night at home. While he was held in custody in the local jail that night, Jack tore his shirt into strips, made a rope and hanged himself.
Once again we can see the danger of the seduction of a boy by a mature woman when she has no knowledge whatsoever of his character or mental outlook. The poverty of his home, the Spartan regimen of his life, had made him quell all sexual fantasies. June's sudden sexual generosity liberated him, it was true, but it also liberated all the dark urges and the hidden desires which he had been forced to suppress. It is true that she could not have known this. But she might have thought more carefully before seducing a boy so young from such an impoverished family where the feelings of guilt and fear and shame are the most prevalent when it comes to an outlook on sex.