Chapter 6

SEDUCTION BY OTHERS

Arbitrary classification of the nature of sexual conduct, particularly aberrations, is extremely difficult sometimes. I have reserved a few specific case histories for my final chapter. Each is different, yet all of them details cases of boys seduced by mature women. Some may seem bizarre to the reader, but I assure you that every case history in this book has been taken from my own files and can be documented.

What I am trying to show my readers in my summary is that human conduct as such leaves almost nothing beyond the realm of possibility. Among trusted friends and employees, among relatives and even parents, among the most respected members of the community, there can always lurk latently the dark powers of corruption of the innocent.

To complement this force, we find the receptive nature of the child. His curiosity regarding the mystery of the human body is always a prime factor in arousal, and the sexual urges which come early and which cannot be understood unless they are well explained to him by his parents may permit the child to readily become not only a willing victim of the mature seductress, but an extremely eager one.

The tragic thing is that what seems exciting to the child at the time as he looks at and touches the naked body of an attractive adult female may well inculcate within him traumatic, narrow adjustments which will be shown only in later life, when the damage cannot be undone.

Once again we must point out that, just as in normal married relationships, selfishness can become not only an obstacle but a corrupting force. So too can the effect of a mature female in her selfish interest in the conquest of a naive boy, channeling him into a pathway which even she herself would consider dangerous if she had only stopped to think of the end result of her desire for sexual gratification.

CASE HISTORY

Dalton T

This is the case of a boy who was actually seduced at the incredibly early age of five. His parents, who lived in St. Louis, had just engaged a new maid, a woman in her mid-thirties who came to the house with excellent references. She was not only an efficient worker, but she showed at once that she was extremely good with young Dalton, a bouyant child of five.

She seemed to be particularly attracted to him, and the parents rejoiced, for the previous maids had been different or even contemptuous of a child in the house. The parents could not know that this woman, whom we shall call Irene, had such an interest at the very outset that before she had taken the job, a girlfriend who was also a maid had told her of being gamahuched by an extremely young boy and how exciting it was.

For this reason, Irene gave up her previous job with an elderly couple and came to the T-'s. She had been titillated by her friend's suggestion. This, she believed, would be an ideal situation in which she could experiment. Also, the pay was a few dollars higher than in her previous post.

The first time she was alone with Dalton, Irene called him in to her room and gave him some candy. As they chatted, she began to take off her clothes. She at once observed his wide-eyed interest in her titties, and said laughingly to him, "You can play with them if you want to, Master Dalton."

The boy uttered a little giggling laugh as she sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned towards him, her titties dangling before his eager hands. He began to pull and squeeze them, and she murmured, "Now, if you tell your daddy and mommy about this, they'll spank you and then they'll send me away, and we'll never be able to do this again."

"Oh, I won't, Miz' Irene, I won't?" He promised.

Then Irene arose and slipped down her panties. The little boy uttered a gasp. "Miz' Irene, you haven't got a pee-thing there like me, you haven't at all-why don't you have one?"

Irene spread her thighs wide and then, putting her fingers to the lips of her pussy, purred, "That's because girls are different, Dalton dear. See, I have a little hole instead of a little stick the way you do. Come look close and you can see what my hole is like."

As the boy approached, enchanted with this fascinating new game, she added, "You know, you're a very little boy, but sometimes when a little boy is nice, he gets to do things that big boys and grown-up men like your daddy do. Would you like to suck and lick my little slit, Dalton?"

"Oh yes, please let me!" the child exclaimed.

"Well, we'll see," she said indifferently. She moved back a little, and he followed. Pretending reluctance, she made him wait a few minutes before she at last granted his wish.

"But you've got to promise, Dalton," she warned, "that you won't ever tell anybody about this. If you do, I'll have to go away and you won't ever see me again."

"Oh, I won't, Miz' Irene, I won't, I promise," he insisted.

She took him by the shoulders and drew him towards her, then her hands cupped the back of his head as she pressed his face against her warm furry cunt. She began to feel his small mouth kiss and suck her cunt, and she whispered to him, "Put your tongue out and rub it around there, darling, it feels good. Deeper, Dalton, deeper!"

At last he found the button of her clitoris and began to lick it. Irene knew at once that her friend had been right about the wonderful sensations. The boy continued to lick her clitoris until at last she felt herself explode and the sweet juices of come flooded her cunny. Her groans and gasps frightened Dalton, but when she recovered, she murmured, "That was very nice. You are a very good boy. I'll let you do it again some time."

She proffered the sexual treat almost daily, and Dalton came to look upon gamahuching as the most exciting thing in his young world. A few weeks later, when she knew she was going to have him all to herself all afternoon, she had a girlfriend come to visit. This time Dalton was offered a double treat as, stripped naked and standing before him, their legs spread well apart, they invited him to lick and suck their pussies. He obliged both of them until each had come.

While both girls remained naked, Irene's friend turned over, arched up her bottom, and said, "Look here too, Dalton, there's another little hole that tastes of chocolate."

Dalton was hesitant at first, but Irene whispered, "And if you don't do it for my friend too, I, won't let you do it to me ever again." She herself drew apart the girl's cheeks and showed Dalton how to press his face down and insert his tongue against the puckering rosette of the young woman's asshole. Later they both made him gamahuch them again and each enjoyed another furious spend from the labors of his ingenuous mouth.

Although it seems amazing that such conduct never came to the attention of the parents, Dalton was actually able to keep his promise because the thrill of being permitted to do what he wanted to do overrode any urge to boastfulness or curiosity or telling anyone else. So he persisted with this same affair until he was sixteen, when he was sent to a residential school in another state. Before long he discovered girls, and after a few rebuffs, he met one who was thrilled by gamahuching. There were others after that, and it became apparent that his early seduction had done no lasting harm.

This was true only until he married. His bride was a twenty-year-old virgin who had let a very sheltered life. On their wedding night, he made her undress, himself hastily helping her, with a marked lack of consideration for her sensitivities As he was already naked, his bride saw his rampant prick looming in front of her. But, to her amazement, he rolled her over onto her belly on the bed and began to lick her asshole. She tried feebly to fight him off, but her strength was no match for his. Hoping to keep her quiet and appease her, he rolled her onto her back, grasped her thighs and forced them wide, then bent down his head and began to gamahuch her.

Because the entire idea was odious to her, she was not erotically stirred, and Dalton became angry with her. He reached under his belly to jack himself off. As he felt his come nearing, he knelt up astride of his bride and shot his spunk onto her titties and belly. His wife gagged, ran from the room, and vomited in the bathroom. As soon as she had recovered, she dressed and left the apartment and went back to her parents.

Her father hired a lawyer, and a divorce was soon obtained. Dalton's bride required a long period of psychiatric treatment to undo the traumatic harm that she had sustained in that one brief sexual encounter with her husband.

Understanding for the first time in his life that there was something wrong with him, Dalton, instead of going to a psychiatrist as he should have done, became a near recluse and an introvert. He sought out whores and gamahuched them, without protest from them, to be sure. But it wasn't enough. Eventually he turned to liquor for consolation. By the age of twenty-five, he was not only a chronic alcoholic, but he had also contracted a venereal disease.

Unable to hold a job, he drifted into the world of back alleys and doorways. As for food, there always seemed to be some unattractive older woman who would give him a few drinks and perhaps some food if he would gamahuch her.

He died at the age of twenty-seven, physically and mentally ruined. At the autopsy, doctors found two or three factors alone which could have caused his early death. But none of them was the cause, to be sure. The thing that had really destroyed him had happened when he was only a child of five: the experience with Irene had warped his life forever.

CASE HISTORY

Bernard U.

Bernard U. was twelve years old when he discovered the joy of jacking off. One afternoon he was doing this in the basement of his house when the woman next door chanced into the driveway and noticed him. She stood watching him until he spent, put his penis back into his pants and buttoned them up. Alone in her kitchen later, she felt sexually aroused. That night, when her husband lay sleeping beside her, she remembered the sexual arousal she had felt watching Bernard U. masterbate. And before she fell asleep, she resolved she would find some way of seeing him do it again, perhaps even play games with him.

Although the woman's desires were quite strong, her husband had tired of sex and was content with a quick fuck about once or twice a month. She had resigned herself to this, but having seen Bernard jack off, the old hunger returned to torment her. About a week later she had her opportunity. Bernard came home from school shortly after three-thirty on a rainy afternoon. His mother had gone shopping and expected to be back in time, but she had forgotten about his coming home and now the door was locked and he had no key.

The neighbor woman, who we shall call Mavis, called to him and invited him in, trembling with excitement. Bernard overcame his hesitation and accepted.

Before she called, however, Mavis had quickly removed her slip and put on a light chiffon dress through which her legs and thighs showed very clearly. It was an overly obvious approach for a man, but for a mere boy it was perfect. She saw to it that she placed herself between him and the lamp on the table as much as possible, and went on to talk about his school until his nervousness was quieted. Then, sitting on the arm of his chair, her legs crossed and her dress drawn up above her knees, she began to tell him how nice it was to talk with someone young for a change.

By way of a casual gesture which would enable him to see her body, she began to scratch her leg above the top of her nylon stocking. In so doing, the hem of the dress lofted high and Bernard saw her bare thigh.

"How naughty of me!" she giggled, looking down at her bare leg. "I hope you don't mind my being so careless?"

"Oh no, no I don't, m'am," he blushed furiously.

"Maybe I ought to try you out and see if you're telling the truth," Mavis giggled. She took hold of one of his hands and placed it at the top of her stocking, just before the bare skin began. For a moment his hand seemed to stiffen, then it relaxed and pressed warmly. She smiled coyly and lifted the dress still higher until she showed herself up to the crotch of her panties. She continued to smile encouragingly as his hand moved upward.

At the same time, she lowered her own hand to the crotch of his pants, and he stiffened and gasped. But when Mavis began to rub his hard-on, he stopped resisting and began to gasp with pleasure.

"What I wouldn't give to see and touch a nice strong cock like yours, Bernard dear!" she whispered. "Will you show me your cock if I show you my pussy?"

"Oh yes!" he breathed.

Rising, Mavis drew her dress over her head, allowing him to stare at her in bra and panties. Then she slipped down to his lap, the panty-sheathed bottom rubbing against his aching prick, as she raised one of his hands to her bra.

"Squeeze, it, darling," she urged.

He began to do this, fascinated with the new game. Meantime, Mavis leaned over and whispered into his ear, "You know, a girl like me needs sex a lot. It would be so nice if your strong young cock were pressing into my pussy. My husband's too old and tired to do it, so I have to do it myself with my hand. Have you ever done that for yourself when you get ideas, Bernard?"

The boy blushingly admitted that he had jacked off. Mavis nodded, knowingly. "But I'll bet," she went on, "you'd really like to have a woman's hand do it for you, wouldn't you?"

He was unable to speak, but his hands convulsively squeezed her titties, and that told her what she wanted to know. She next asked him to unfasten the bra, and he did so. Then he had one hand on her tittie on the left, while her mouth sought the other. Mavis suggested that he take off his clothes, and he did so eagerly. She waited until he stood naked in his shoes and socks, then she asked him to take her panties off. While he began to do so, Mavis was sure she was going to come, but she did not quite reach this. Now he began to fondle the entire area of her body, and she knew that she couldn't stand it much longer. Stepping out of the panties, she raised her knee higher than necessary and kept it up long enough to let him have a long look between her legs.

Then, taking both his hands in hers, she placed one of each of her bottomcheeks. He felt the undulating movement of her behind and kept his hands in place as she led him onward. They reached her bedroom and stood before the wide bed.

Turning around, Mavis paused a moment to allow Bernard to admire her nakedness, accentuated by the garterbelt and nylon hose, then she reached out to embrace him. He came into her arms eagerly, and their bodies rubbed together. He felt his stiff cock against her furry slit.

She drew him into the wide bed and again they embraced. "Feel me all over and learn about me, darling," she urged. He did so. his eyes shining, his breath coming quickly, until she saw that he was trembling violently and knew that she had to release the tension she had built up in his aching young cock.

Lying on her back and opening her thighs widely, she guided the boy into position. She bent her knees well over her body, so that her cunt would arch up and gape for easy access. He thrust at random with his prick for a few moments, them found the moist cleft which entered her pussy-paradise. With a small groan, he thrust into her. Her hands gripped his bottomcheeks and patted and squeezed them encouragingly as he began to fuck. In a few moments he had instinctively found a rhythm, and he was far better for her than her mature husband had been in many years.

She hadn't had an orgasm with her husband in more than two years, and Mavis now achieved an unforgettable one, even though Bernard, naturally, couldn't hold back his spunk and ejaculated after about one minute of fucking. She held him tightly when his gism entered her cunt smothering her gasps and pressing his face into her titties. It had been a wonderful experience for her, and she knew that the size of the boy's cock had nothing to do with her pleasure. He was spontaneous and worshipful, and he admired her body. These were qualities that sex with her own husband didn't have for her. So as they dressed quickly, they planned to meet more often in the future.

They did meet often, and there was never any detection.

By the time Bernard reached the age of seventeen, Mavis wisely advised him to spend time with girls of his own age. He did so reluctantly, only after she stressed the importance of a normal sexual development, and told him that she would not make love with him unless he did so.

He had his first fuck with a younger woman when he was nineteen. And although her body had the velvety smoothness of youth, the act wasn't nearly as enjoyable as it always was with Mavis.

When he told her about this, Mavis smiled. "You mustn't expect to compare, and you'll have to think about the girl you're loving up, dear. You'll be just as excited by someone else as you are by me."

When he was twenty-four, Bernard at last found the woman he wanted to marry. But he found himself also facing a dilemma. For he loved the woman deeply, and although he wanted to be faithful to her, he still couldn't force himself to end his liaison with Mavis. Finally she solved the problem. Thanking him for the years of sexual satisfaction she had enjoyed, she added, "It's over now, Bernard. We've needed each other, but now we've both grown up a little and it's time to say goodbye. Besides, you're forgetting that I'm much older than you, and now I don't have quite the eagerness to be fucked and gamahuched that I had when you first knew me. So now my husband will be able to give me what little I need."

Bernard begged her for one final weekend at a country hotel, and Mavis agreed. They fucked and fucked and gamahuched with furious passion, knowing it was their farewell.

Bernard has been a well adjusted and happy husband for more than five years now, and there are two children from this union, a boy of three and a girl of one. Bernard came to me for psychiatric treatment, and he told me that when his son comes of age, he intends to find just the right woman to introduce him to sex. I told him that society in general and his own church in particular would condemn such a plan, and he said with a smile, "I really don't think that my early seduction and love affair would have met with the approval of society and the church either, but I think I'm a better adjusted man for it, at least better than any other man I know. And ours is the best marriage I know. Are you going to tell me, Dr. Klow, that what happened to me was wrong or that I'd be wrong to provide my son with the same initiation and understanding at the beginning of his adult life?"

Of course I didn't tell him that. But fortunately, Bernard's initiatress, Mavis, had been wiser than most women and certainly less selfish than most. In the research I have done on this theme, I have far too often seen the harmful results of early seduction of a boy by an older woman. But this is the exception, because here Mavis made Bernard conscious of the beauty of sex and also let him see that selfishness was not her only standard in selecting him as her partner.

And yet there are other cases which show that unfortunately too many women are selfish and too many do not have the sensitivity to see the reactions of their young partners. So in ending this book, for a final impression with you, my readers, let me cite a case that must be included in this book if we are to know the entire story of the female seductress and the after-effects she can cause her untried, ingenuous young lover.

CASE HISTORY

David R.

David R. came from a broken home. His father had abandoned David's mother as well as the boy's two younger brothers and one younger sister. David's mother didn't particularly care for her children, but resigned herself to taking care of them. Welfare allowances provided the main source of family income, but the mother supplemented this from time to time be cleaning offices in a nearby building whenever she felt inclined to work.

As a result, young David emerged as the strength of the family. He was already delivering on one newspaper route and added another. He spent the rest of his free time cutting grass, washing cars and doing any other odd jobs he could find. It appeared from the start that adversity and poverty were going to make a man of the boy long before he came of legal age. He showed a stability and strength of character that compensated for the falling off of his interest in school work.

Yet fate had in mind for him an ironic turnabout. Indeed, if one particular customer had not been on his paper route, he might well have achieved a story of success like that of Horatio Alger or Andrew Carnegie. But that one customer was there.

Her name was Melissa K., a beautiful Lesbian, blonde, twenty-three years old who, with her lover, Terri, lived in an apartment above the dress shop both of them operated.

David fascinated them. They understood his enthusiasm and youthful drive, but they also appreciated the innate sensitivity of his nature. It is odd that Lesbians are quick to perceive the kind of tenderness and sensitivity in men that homosexuals often understand in other men, and hence make good friends, though never lovers.

They offered a job working evenings around their store, working mainly in the stockroom, for a salary of forty dollars a week.

David appeared promptly in the evening the following Monday, and proved to be an energetic worker.

As a result, they both dressed as seductively as possible whenever he was there. Beyond that, they made a practice of allowing him to catch them in a state of undress now again, so that by accident, as it appeared, he could see naked titties or thighs. When they observed that he was interested in what he saw, they congratulated themselves.

At the age of sixteen, David left home and joined their household as a "personal maid-slave." Meanwhile, Melissa and Terri had applied depilatories to him daily to remove almost all traces of facial and bodily hair, till he was a smooth as a girl. Their training had also molded his mind to favor that girlish appearance. Every day of his new life advanced him along the road to becoming a completely feminized personal maid to the two Lesbian women. Since he rarely left their apartment now, they gave him a uniform to wear in this new role. It comprised nylon stockings, garterbelt, glistening black leather pumps, and a very short silver or gold lame skirt which swirled about him when he walked and exposed him fully with every movement. Sometimes he wore nylon panties, but whenever Melissa or Terri wished, he was naked under his skirt. After he had mastered one task, they taught him another.

This really made them hot!

David had by then given up any thought of fucking the women. So he was able to perform such intimate tasks with delight, and to release his tensions by jacking off into a pair of panties while they watched.

Within a year, this strong, aggressive boy who had been hardened and toughened by poverty, had become completely submissive to the whims of the two women. They had created a slave to give them a life that would have been the envy of their mystic forebearers on the Isle of Lesbos.

SUMMARY

There is little I can say as I come to the end of this book which has not been intimated in the whole of it. I could tell you to draw your own conclusions, but that would be the easy way out. You have followed with me, in reviewing these cases, the sequences of how perfectly normal young lives can be and many times have been destroyed in early seduction by mature women.

You may well ask what guarantee you can have that the next victim may not be your own son or the nice little boy down the street who at this moment is chasing a ball or riding a swing or getting on his bicycle. There is no guarantee at all, or if there is, it must exist in the field pioneered by such geniuses as Freud and Jung and their fellow pioneers who devoted their lives to gaining greater understanding of the quirks which beset the human mind. Now we can recognize problems such as these, and can look for methods other than-as might have been done centuries ago by the superstitious villagers in European towns-thrusting a pointed stick into the heart of a heartless Jezebel or burning her at the stake.

It may well be that in a generation or so, there will be no more cases like those which I have reported to you, what with the emancipation we now have in our sexual behavior. If anything, however, I think that rather there will be more of them, because women are finding their sexual equality and believing that they have as much right to express themselves as aggressively as men, and as openly.

But in most cases, as I myself have found in clinical studies, women who seduce boys have some degree of emotional disturbance. They are certainly not criminals, and they themselves are victims just as much as the boys they victimize. If these women could be treated in time, if their marriages could be restored by counseling, or ended, with proper guidance to follow, they would not be tempted to make dangerous attacks on innocent boys.

The pace in our civilized society becomes increasingly more frantic, and with it comes emotional disturbance in direct proportion. We no longer have the simple demands of life our fathers had. We have far more complex demands, far more difficult to cope with. We watch the lessening of the family status in each succeeding generation, the male going one way, the female another, the children left at home to rule as they please, or else to go out into the street to play with their peers whom they idolize and emulate. This is why we have more juvenile delinquency than at any other time in our history.

My own personal suggestion is that at every citizen should acquaint his elected representative with the necessity of mamtaining mental and emotional health for our children as well as for adults. We should all demand school clinics with trained psychiatric staffs. We can urge our legislators to see to it that a maladjusted boy does not go astray because the symptoms of his malady are not recognized in time.

We have before us the terrible example of William Heirens, who, a generation ago, was known to be a fetishist, who would masturbate into a woman's panties. And yet though all this was known when he was thirteen, society allowed him to progress until his fetish at last became homicidal.

His own family, the separation within it, and the shifts of character, had much to do with his ultimate criminal breakdown. It is true that the budget for psychiatric help big enough to serve our nation's needs would be staggering, but it would surely not be money wasted. Not in the light of how much money we waste on projects of far less urgency, of far less concern to the balance of our society.

But beyond this, since the Utopian day may never come when this is made possible, we ourselves must bring up our children in love and understanding. If we give them this basic protection, and if we give them a wholesome sex education, they will be far more able to meet the challenge of life. They will also be more able to resist the seductress, because they will understand themselves as well as her.

It is a goal well within our reach. It is a wholesome goal and one to strive for.