Chapter 1
Sexual Education by Domestics
An English gentleman more than two centuries ago made the sly remark, "The best way to teach a boy what life is all about is to engage a staff of handsome serving maids." Although his observation falls considerably short of our modern concept of sexual education, its basic truth is so remembered by many elderly adults today whose first exploration of the wonderful world of sex was under the skirts of a giggling, panting, flushed young maid.
Doubtless her motives were other than educational, but to the delighted boy, they were not to be questioned. In researching this book, I have spoken to many women who work as domestics, or have done so in the past, and I have found that they took such jobs in many instances primarily because of the opportunity it provided them to seduce boys.
Why do they do it? Well, their reasons are far more simple than the motivations that drove others whom we shall study in subsequent chapters of this book. By far, the most general reason is that it is exciting to tease an inexperienced boy for a while, and then, when the zenith of his excitement occurs, take him to bed and in turn experience flattered pleasure to watch him experience his first introduction to fucking. The obvious awe and ingenuous wonder of his reaction never fails to stimulate the female who looks to him as her instrument of pleasure and in many instances does not concern herself with the repercussions the act of initiation into sex may have upon his nervous system, his character or his personality in later life.
CASE HISTORY: Josephine R-
Josephine Ris a pleasant, reasonably attractive, rather plump woman who is now in her mid-forties. She still accepts employment as a "nannie" (the English term for a nurse or maid who takes care of a very young child), although she could afford to stop working if she chose. Josephine was introduced to me through a friend who was aware of her penchant for gamahuching and frenching. In time, she came to enjoy all of them. She began to really talk freely of her experiences once I assured her that her real identity would not be exposed to anyone.
This woman entered domestic service at the age of fifteen. Within the very first month of her employment, the man of the house took her into his bedroom one evening when his wife was out with friends, fucked her and took her cherry. She protested in vain. When the act was done, he cynically pointed out to her that no one would believe her if she accused him of raping her. So she took his word for it. And during the four years she worked at that house, this husband took every opportunity to force her into sexual intercourse with him.
By way of variety, he also taught her such deviations as gamahuching and Frenching. In time, she came to enjoy all of them. But she never quite forgot how he had compelled her to submit her maidenhead, and the secret grudge rankled until at last it became a full resentment and a determination to exact vengeance.
One afternoon while Josephine was standing in a chair dusting a picture, she noticed that the twelve-year-old son of her employer was bending behind her to look up her dress. Immediately, she knew how to get her revenge on the boy's father. If the latter had taken her innocence, why shouldn't she do the same to his son? So, without turning, she caught up the hem of her skirt and lifted it high so that he saw far more than he had expected to see.
Then, turning around, she gave him a soft smile and said, "If you want to see more, David, just stay around the house when your parents leave. I think they'll be going in about an hour. Will you do that?"
"Oh yes, Miss Jo-Josephine," he gasped, turning very red.
And so when his parents had left the house, Josephine invited David to her room. He followed her up the stairs nervously, yet anxiously. No sooner had they entered her room than Josephine pulled off her dress to show the boy how a woman looks in only bra and panties. "Come on and feel me up, honey," she coaxed. He trembled, his face reddening more than ever. "Oh come on, don't be so shy. I want you to," she purred.
Thus encouraged, David moved towards her, his eyes shining, and she could see at once that there was a stiffening in the crotch of his play trousers, evidence that her desired revenge was beginning. Gingerly at first he touched her titties, and then her bare belly, and finally, at her urging, ran his palms over the crotch of her panties to feel the furry slit beneath. Then, she took his hands and drew them round her, so that he could squeeze and palm her bottom cheeks.
Then she slowly removed her bra, and let him look all he wanted. As he stood there panting and eyeing her, Josephine murmured, "Why don't you touch them, David? Don't be scared. I want you to. And kiss them, too, if you like!"
She shivered as she felt his eager young fingers touching her titties, moving all around them, and paused longest at the aureolae and then the nipples. Finally, when she stroked his head and whispered again, "Go suck them and lick them. I want you to;" and he did. Her ecstasy rose to feel her nipples hardening under the avid suckings and the rapid, nervous flicks of his soft pink tongue.
"Would you like to see me with my panties off, too, David?" she suggested.
"Oh, yes, Miss Josephine!" he groaned.
"All right. But you have to take off all your clothes first, or I won't," she stipulated.
He hurried to obey, and she had a sly smile of triumph when she saw that his young cock was fully hard and throbbing. Then, slipping her fingers under the waistband of her panties and very slowly lowering them until the fringe of pussy-hair came into view, then all of it, and then finally letting the garment drop to the floor and stepping out of it, she pointed to her quim and said, "You see, David, this is how I'm different from you. You have a big nice stick there between your legs, but I have a little hole. Come look at it and play with it with your fingers."
"Is that-is that the place you make peepee out of, Miss Josephine?" he hoarsely stammered.
"That's the place. But it's used for much nicer things, David, as I'm going to show you. Come look at it now close up."
He didn't need a second invitation. His breath was coming quickly as his trembling fingers brushed the thick luxuriant fleece of her cunt and then parted the lips and his eyes goggled as he peered into it, making out the nodule of her clitoris. Her hands caressed his face and the back of his head, and she shivered, her thighs flexing violently as she began to become aroused by this juvenile adoration. It was all so innocent, which was what made it all the more exciting for her. That, coupled with the notion that she was having her revenge against David's father, for the way he had forced her to give up her cherry.
Then she moved over to the edge of the bed and sat down, the boy following her absolutely rapt with wonder and delight. "Now you see, your little stick goes into that hole sometimes, David," she told him. "But also, lots of big grown men like to put their lips to it and suck it, and put their tongue in too. Would you like to try that? But first, before you do that, because I see you want to, I'm going to show you how a girl can do it to a boy, too. Come over here now and sit on the edge of the bed beside me."
When he had done so, she put her hands on his thighs, bowed down her head, and took the tip of his young stiff prick between her lips and nuzzled at it a little. David groaned and squirmed, and finally couldn't stand it and plunged his fingers into her hair, moaning, "Oh, Miss Josephine, oh, that feels so nice, oh it feels so good!"
"That's all for now, because you're too excited, dear," she told him as she desisted. "And now turnabout is fair play, you know. You come put your face up against my little pussy and suck and lick it good, just the way I did for you."
He didn't hesitate a moment. Besides, she made it easy for him by swinging her legs onto the bed, straddling them, and then making him kneel down between them while with her hands guiding his head, she forced his young face up against her cunt. The kisses which he imparted to her pussy and then the frantic, fervent diggings with his tongue began to make her squirm and arch. "Go on doing that, darling," she gasped. "Stick your tongue in as iar as you can and keep doing it until I tell you to stop. I'll do something awful nice for you-oh, that's so good, that's ever so good, dear David."
It was, indeed. In a few moments, his tongue brushing her clitoris, Josephine experienced a violent come.
Then she lay down for a moment and had him cuddle beside her, his head pillowed on her titties while she talked about things which she knew would keep his interest alive. "I bet you'd like to do that to me. You know, you saw how I moaned and wriggled. That was because I did what they call come, David. But when a man puts his cock inside a girl's pussy and shoves it back and forth, he can make her come even more nicely. Wouldn't you like to see that done, and wouldn't you like to do it yourself to me?"
"Oh yes, I would, oh yes, Miss Josephine," the boy blurted excitedly.
"All right, you try that," she urged. She lay back, spreading her legs wide, and she saw him kneel upright between her thighs. As she told me, "He looked so funny and little, as he got up on my plump belly and fumbled around trying to stick his hard little cock into me. But you see, Dr. Klow, I'd already told him how to fuck. He learned quickly. A few times, he drew back too far and his cock slipped out of me. But he got it back right away each time, and he went on panting and jiggling on me. I thought he was going to cry when I felt him spurt his seed right into me. I clenched my legs around him and I held him tight, and I felt every one of his shudders."
But one thing Josephine hadn't counted on was the boy's guilty expression when his parents finally came back home. It took his mother just a few minutes to get the truth out of him. Enraged, she attacked Josephine as if she meant to kill her. David's admission had been so detailed that it included his introduction to gamahuching, something his mother had never experienced herself and considered an especially vile abomination. But as she was belaboring Josephine with her fists, the maid pointed out, "Now look, Mrs.
----, all I did to David was what your husband did to me when I was just fifteen years old. Yes, and for your information, he's been doing it to me ever since!"
David's mother turned pale, drew back, and then in a voice that trembled with fury and shame, exclaimed, "All right. You just pack your things and be out of here at once!"
Remembering how exciting it had been with David, Josephine made certain that her next job had two boys to take care of. She remained there until she was tired of them, and thus she began a pattern that was to last all through her working life.
She has told me that she's lost count of the number of boys she's seduced, although she imagines that by now it would probably be close to a hundred. Also, she told me, the thrill of seducing a young boy is just as strong for her today as it was when she was a young girl. When I asked her whether she had sexual relations with men, she laughed and said, "Dr. Klow, usually the husband is always looking for a chance to get some extra pussy, and sure enough, in just about every job I've had, he sneaks into my bedroom and fucks me when his wife isn't there or when she's sick or something. So I figure that I'm not doing any harm by teaching his kids how to fuck so that when they grow up they can please women."
Thus we see that the maid as a seductress has such a proximity to her young charges that the opportunity is always there. With Josephine, it is obvious that her primary urge was for revenge. But after that was accomplished, and from the pattern of repeated seductions over the years, we see that she decided that the thrill of initiating an ingenuous young male into the task of gratifying her sexual needs came uppermost in her desires. It is, to be sure, a selfish outlook. And it can certainly be dangerous for the young male who may have a traumatic experience which will channel him in later years far more differently than his seductress ever dreamed.
CASE HISTORY: Helga R-
Helga R is in her late thirties, and although she is much younger than Josephine, she has seduced a far greater number of boys. She has even kept a diary detailing the name, age, and circumstances of each seduction!
In a way, this "diary" is a kind of lust-fetish, since it has the power to stir Helga R's desire and is used therefore as a kind of sublimation or arousal, depending on her sexual needs. She has admitted to me that frequently on a dull evening, when she feels jaded and needs excitement, she will strip naked, lie down on her bed, and read this diary, using her left forefinger to tickle the rims of her cunt and to prod her clitoris delicately as she recalls the various incidents which she details so candidly and lengthily in this kind of ledger.
Perhaps subconsciously this document represents for Helga what the "Little black book" of the traditional male philanderer symbolizes for him: a recording of the chase and the conquest in his eternal search for the epitome in love (which of course he never finds).
Helga's first experience was when she was hired as a babysitter at the age of sixteen. The boy was only eight, and obviously too young to manage fucking, but she noticed that he was interested in looking up her skirt when she sat carelessly, her legs sprawled, reading a magazine.
Since Helga herself had just lost her cherry about four months before when a handsome eighteen-year-old high school senior had taken her out on a date, given her a little wine, and started exciting her by french-kissing, running his hands under her skirt, and tickling the crotch of her panties and then sucking her nipples through her blouse until she finally gave in and wanted to go the limit. Helga was already quite well attuned and very sensitive to the overtones of sexual adventure. The idea that she was all alone with this young boy gave her a desire to test her newly found powers and to play sex games with him. Her initiator had been direct and vigorous, but he had mastered her and called the tune. This time, she reasoned, she would be in charge and she, not the male, would have the upper hand in dictating precisely how she wanted her pleasures to be roused.
A few moments later, her young charge was sitting beside her on the couch, as she unfastened her bra and offered him the sight of her pear-shaped, widely-spaced naked titties to look at and to touch.
After the boy had shown his excitement and stammered that he wanted to see more of her, Helga told him, "I'll take my panties off and let you see and touch all I've got if you'll do something nice for me."
"What is it, Helga?" the boy panted.
"Well, you have to kiss my little spot between my legs. Yes, and put your tongue into it too. If you'll do that for me, you can see me bare-naked. My bottom and everything, as well as the little hole I pee out of and love with," she told him.
Since the boy had already been permitted to run his hands over her skirt and poke at her cunt through her panties with his fingers, he was wildly excited at the prospect of seeing exactly how a girl was made. Also, the thought of gamahuching her was such a novelty that he could hardly wait for her to exact the bargain.
She held up her dress and called to him, "All right, Benny, you can take my panties off now." When he did so, she sat down on the couch with him and let him caress her legs and play with her pussy with his fingers, until finally she took him into his bedroom. There, putting a pillow under her bottom, and arching up her knees, she instructed him how to kneel between her legs and reach down and kiss her pussy. After he had discovered what a joy this new game was, he entered into it avidly. Helga told me that she was wildly excited, but wanted to have a hot come by having his tongue rub against her tickler, to quote her verbatim. "I had a little trouble getting him to do exactly what I wanted, but of course he was so young he had never done anything like that before, Dr. Klow," she confided to me. "So finally I took him by the ears and I said that we were going to play a little game of trying to hit the target. He was to stick his tongue out and see if he could hit that little button. If he did, I promised I would give him a nice big kiss on his little cockie."
The game worked, evidently, for as Helga wrote in her diary, "He really made me give down all my cream, the little devil. Once he started playing the game and rubbing my tickler with his tongue, he even kept score as to how many kisses he thought he ought to have from my lips on his pecker. He got quite a lot, I can tell you that, dear diary!"
She kept her part of the bargain, too, so she told me. "I let him kneel over my face and then I counted out loud as I kissed him until he was satisfied. And by then, believe it or not, he actually dribbled out some of his love-juice. He was a little terror, even though he was only eight, Dr. Klow! But oh, how he could bring a girl over the edge by using that little tongue of his right inside my pussy!"
Thus Helga had established a delicious novelty for herself whenever she went out babysitting. Each time she spent the evening in a house where there was a young boy, she would attempt to seduce him in the same way. If he was big enough, she would let him fuck her after he had gamahuched her. If he was too young for that, she would then enjoy an extended session of love play, in which she would suck and lick his cock, let him touch and fondle her all over, and then finish up by having him gamahuch her till she came.
As she grew older, Helga became more selective about her clients. Her method today, as she tells me, is that when she receives a request to spend an evening at some person's house, she always informs the caller that she will have to check her schedule and call back to confirm the engagement.
During the call, she finds out the number, age, and sex of the children involved. If there is a likely-looking boy in the group, she accepts the assignment. If not, she tells the caller that she won't be free on that particular date. She has operated this way for some years and has no intention of changing. As she tells me, "There is nothing in my life that is more exciting than the look of wonder and almost silly awe on a young boy's face when he sees a girl's naked body, touches it for the first time, puts his mouth up against a cunt for the first time, and then later has his very first fuck. I'm too old to change, but I think I'm still young enough to enjoy it!"
She is, to be sure, decidedly direct and also somewhat cynical. She is also selfish, because she never once considered, so she told me, what aftereffects her seduction might have on the young charge whom she initiated into sex in a way that most parents and even wives and husbands might consider perverse. It is true that she is rather more amoral than deceitful and cruel in her desires, but in the long analysis, this does not rfd her of the responsibility of corruption of her charges. Perhaps it is too early yet to know just how much harm she may have done. That can be calculated only when the boys whom she initiated grow into manhood and discover that they have a certain penchant for sexual experiences which are not quite conventional and which may startle or disgust their future wives.
CASE HISTORY: Ilse W-
Although she had been a secretary to an importer in Berlin, Ilse W agreed to accept employment as a maid when she came to Canada about eight years ago. She believed that this would be the simplest way to learn English so that she could return to higher-paying office work in the shortest possible time.
As regards her social life, Ilse quickly discovered that most men whom she met were immediately anxious to take advantage of her because she was an immigrant and also a menial servant, hence not entitled to the respect one normally grants a woman. To an extent, and as she herself admitted to me, a good deal of this old assurance on the part of the males who tried to date her and then to fuck her came about through the inferiority complex Ilse had which was deepened by her inability to speak the language of her adopted country.
Psychologically, Ilse felt that children would be more likely to treat her as an equal, and hence she took a greater interest in them. This was especially so in the case of the thirteen-year-old son of her employer. The boy had been particularly kind to her and helped her with her English. One evening when they were alone in the house except for a younger sister who was already in bed, Ilse noticed that the boy was glancing at her thighs as she sat opposite him.
His attention quickly aroused her. At the time, she was twenty-two years old and she had already had regular fucking in Germany. Now she had been in Canada for five entire months without a single sexual adventure, and her body began to urge her to end this continence She also told herself that this was a chance to repay the boy for his kindness to her, and so she set about deliberately to seduce him.
As she pretended not to notice that she was looking, he absentmindedly scratched her thigh in such a way that her skirt hiked above the top of her nylon stockings. Then she casually glanced around, saw him staring frankly at her, and smiled gently at him.
Embarrassed, the boy got up and would have left the room, but she called him, "Don't go, Max." In her halting English, she said, "You don't do anything bad, wanting to look at me. It is good that a boy, a strong young boy like you, should want to look at a woman. Come, look all you want!" Then, patting the seat he had just vacated on the couch beside her, she lifted her skirt and nodded to him.
At first he was nervous, but Max couldn't resist and she lifted her skirt higher and again urged him to sit himself down beside her. Once he had done so, she murmured with a coquettish smile, "And wouldn't you like to feel my legs, too, besides just look at them?"
He couldn't resist. His hands began tremblingly to caress her thighs, both through the sheer nylon stockings and then above along the creamy bare flesh up to the hems of her panties.
When she knew that he was wildly excited, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and yawned it apart to show her tight white nylon bra, and then again invited him to feel it.
Before long, Max admitted that he had never seen a woman naked. He was panting with arousal when Ilse whispered to him, "I'll take off all my clothes, you can play with me if you wish, sweet little Max!"
"Oh yes, I want you to, oh how I'd like that, Miss Ilse!" he gasped. She smiled and nodded. Then she began to undress very slowly, and from time to time she stopped to allow him to fondle her. When she was wearing only her nylon panties, she murmured, "You can take these off by yourself, you're such a big man!"
He crouched down before her, his trembling hands moved under the waistband and then began to drag the panties down. Ilse told me that what had at first been a kind of playful challenge and a mild stimulus for her had now broadened into fierce desire which she knew she wouldn't even try to hold back. Her original intention had been to let Max see and play with her, and perhaps seduce him if she became sufficiently excited and he seemed interested enough. But now she was excited and there was no doubt about his interest!
"I want you to see all of me to know what it is like, to be a woman, how it is different from you, Max," she told him. She turned her back to him, and reached back to take his hands and put them on her bottom. "This is what you call in German my Hinterbocken or my Arsch, dear," she murmured. "What would you call it in English?"
"Your b-b-bottom ... or your a-a-ass, Miss Ilse," Max blurted.
"And this?" Now she turned to face him, and she took one of his hands and put it up against her furry cunthole, smiling knowingly at him. "What would you call this in English?"
"Your-your-p-p-pussy, Miss I-Ilse," he groaned.
"Just so. In German I would call it my kootzele, Liebling," she told him. "Now let me take off all your clothes so you can be like me and then we shall see how we are together, nicht wahr?"
And now it was her fingers that were trembling as she hastily undressed the strong, eager young boy. When he was naked, she exclaimed at his virility, for his prick was surprisingly large and very stiff. Her hands on his bottom cheeks, she pressed herself against him until she could feel his prick stab against her belly, and then squirmed about until she lowered it down to rub against the furry hairs of her cunthole.
"Put your hands on my bottom, too, Max," she huskily murmured, taking hold of his wrists and drawing his hands round her till they encountered the jouncy hillocks of her satiny bare bottom. The boy eagerly palpated and squeezed, while Ilse put her hands on his behind in turn to press him against her, greedily and excitedly feeling the friction of his aching young cock against her belly and her pubic hair. "This is the way a man and woman make love, almost, Liebchen" she whispered.
"Is that all they do, Miss Ilse?" he stammered, his humid, dilated eyes questioning her ardently.
"I will show you. You are such a good, stiff man, you will be good for us together. You watch, you will have pleasure as I will," she said in her halting English.
They got onto the bed, and he knelt up and stared avidly at her. Ilse determined this time to taste the exquisite pleasure of being gamahuched. "First, before I make your nice stiff Schwartz feel wonderful," she murmured, "I want you to put your mouth down here." With her forefinger, she designated her pussy. Eagerly, the boy bent his face down, and his mouth saluted Ilse's cunt with a long and almost reverent kiss which made the juices of her love-ardors begin to seethe. "Ach, das ist wunderbarisches gut! Now put your tongue inside, just a little, heinl" she passionately instructed.
Max did precisely as she demanded, for by now he too was aroused. Ilse writhed and squirmed, and then suddenly stiffened, her eyes rolling, as her hands grabbed for his head and mashed his lips against her pulsating cunt until the furious orgasm had its way with her.
A little later, as they lay side by side, her hand fondling his stiff cock and pinching the tip of it from time to time to keep his juices from spurting out, she murmured, "You were a darling. Just for that, I'm going to let you fuck me. You will put your Schwanz into my little warm kootzele, and you will push it back and forth and keep on doing it until I tell you to stop, verstehe?"
He nodded, unable to speak, his throat choked with the emotions that surged through him. Ilse now spread open her cunt lips, and nodded to him as she instructed him to put his prick just inside the pink gap. The boy proved a proficient pupil. In a few moments, Ilse was groaning again as he thrust his hard young tool deep into her cunt. Then she made him lie down atop her, put his hands under her bottom and squeeze it, telling him that whenever he pushed in hard, he should squeeze her bottom extra-hard so that she could get ready for it. And so in a few minutes, although he could not hold his essence back very long, Ilse achieved another violent, gushing come.
Ecstatic over the way the boy had learned how to become a lover after only one passionate lesson, Ilse now frenched him after a little rest, drew his prick back to its original youthful hardness and then this time, crouching on all fours, got him to get behind her, reach out and grab her titties and squeeze them, as he shoved his cock deep into her warm eager cunt. "Whenever you push in, Liebling" she told him, "pinch my butzen-not too hard, but just enough so I know to get ready for you. Oh, what a big strong man you are, my darling Max!"
And again, thanks to his virile young enthusiasm, Ilse achieved a seething, moaning come.
After that, she and Max had frequent sexual relations. If there were others in the house, she would whisper to him to meet her in some room where they were certain to be alone for a time, and there she would french him or let him gamahuch her. It was too dangerous to enjoy a fucking under such circumstances, but the spicy thrill of letting a boy suck and lick her cunt or herself lying on the bed while he knelt astride her face with his cock being sucked by her, was a thrill that she could not pass up.
She in turn discovered that the excitement of the young male in gaining her favors gave her in turn an even greater thrill than the attention of a skilled lover, such as she had had back in Berlin.
When Max was sent away to a private school, Ilse suddenly left her employer and found a job in another home where there was a fourteen-year-old boy whom she took pains to seduce about three days after she had begun the job. A few weeks later, she had the boy bring some of his friends to the house one at a time, and seduced them all. Each time, both boys would participate. Once, as she told me, "I let one boy fuck me and the other open up my bottom cheeks and stick his Schwartz into my bottom hole. Then I told him how to put his finger around and under me to find my clitoris, and to rub it while I was being fucked and he was buggering me, and I tell you, I almost fainted as I was a sandwich between those two strong boys!"
By now, needless to say, Ilse's ability to speak English had long since reached the stage where she could readily take office work. Yet she remains a maid precisely because she prefers these golden opportunities of seducing young males. Here, then, we find a young woman who suffered from a lack of confidence. She had reverted from socially acceptable officework to the inferior level of domestic service. And then, of course, she had the problem of a new language.
Where she felt inferior with adults in normal activities, the boys enabled her to regain a feeling of superiority. They appreciated her gifts, they were impressed with her maturity and beauty, and most of all, they would obey her every order.
She became their heroine, and it strengthened her own feeling of security.
Though at the first glance, you may say that this has worked ideally for her, it is really not the case. The longer she continues this kind of sexual adventure, the less chance there is that she will ever be able to develop confidence among her real equals and superiors. Ilse has actually regressed to a kind of emotional childhood, and she faces the frightening possibility of serious mental disturbance in the future. To be sure, she always runs the risk of the ever-present danger of prosecution and punishment as well as the possibility of physical danger if the parents of any of her victims should ever become aware of any of her activities. And yet, in choosing to accept these risks in order to gratify her sexual ardors, Ilse is far from alone. Her background, as you will agree, is different, but her motivation is, alas, an all too surprisingly common one.
CASE HISTORY: Janef B-
When I first met Janet B-, she was thirty-seven years old and an inmate of a reformatory, having been sentenced for the indecent sexual assault upon an eight-year-old boy. At that time, I was attached to several penal institutions as a general psychiatrist and counselor, and I found Janet hostile and taciturn on my first visit. A week later, I was quite surprised when I had word that she wanted to talk to me.
She was completely changed then, and it seemed that she wanted not only to talk, but to be cured of her warped desire to seduce little boys. She admitted to me that she had been doing this for years, and that her sexual appetites were becoming increasingly more voracious.
It all began, she recalled to me, when she was employed as a maid at the age of twenty-one. She was lying on her bed fully clothed resting, her door opened, and suddenly heard a sound. When she opened her eyes, she saw the nine-year-old boy of the house standing at the foot of her bed staring at her thighs, which were fully exposed. She had been lying on her back with her knees drawn up. Janet found this situation enjoyable. Thus instead of moving and closing her legs to hide herself, she continued to keep her eyes closed and moved about so that she exposed even more to the boy's view.
After a while, he became nervous and ran away. The very next day, she went to her room at the same time. Just as she expected, the boy peered around the edge of her partly open door and, seeing that her eyes were closed, called to her softly. But Janet didn't answer and pretended to go on breathing deeply, as if she were still asleep. So the boy crept into the room silently and began to look up her dress just as he had done the day before.
While he was thus absorbed in his preoccupying and stealthy task, Janet suddenly sat up and told him he was very naughty. She kept him from leaving the room by threatening to tell his mother, who was outside the house talking to a neighbor, then began to talk to him in a conciliatory and flirtatious way.
A few minutes later, she had lifted her skirt and slip high and was allowing him to finger her thighs and panties. Hastily going over to the window to make sure that his mother was still outside chatting with the next-door neighbor's wife, Janet removed her panties and said, "Hurry, you've just time, see what I've got. Here is my bummy and my pussy. Play with them with your hands, John dear."
The boy gasped, blushed, and then nodded. Eagerly his fingers moved around Janet's bottom, loins, insides of her thighs, and finally daringly touched her pussy.
"How would you like to kiss and lick it, John dear?" she teased.
"Oh yes-uh-huh, I sure would, Miss Janet!" the boy gasped.
Hastily, moving over to the edge of the bed from which she could catch a view out of the window and make sure that his mother was still engrossed in her neighborhood gossip, Janet drew the boy towards her by the wrist and then, straddling her thighs hugely, took hold of the back of his head and gently drew his face down to her cunt. At her whispered instructions, he began to kiss and then to tongue her pussy until, grinding her teeth, and tilting back her head, her eyes rolling, she exhaled a soft gasp as she felt her girl-cream ooze down to meet his rapturous gamahuching.
Janet repeated this several times, but eventually she found herself wanting to have a different boy so that she could be thrilled by his excitement in seeing and touching a woman's cunt and bottom and titties for the first time.
As a consequence, she began to spend all her spare time around the beach and the thickly wooded part behind it, since the family where she worked lived along the Maine coastline not far from Kennebunkport. Each time she saw a young boy alone, or two young boys in a reasonably secluded area, she would give them a show. She would pretend that she wasn't aware they were around, raise her skirt as if to let the breeze caress her panty-sheathed loins, or else she would slip her panties partway down, squat, and urinate, or again she would simply frig herself through her panties while pretending that she was alone.
When she felt that the boy or boys were excited enough by what they had seen, Janet would turn, smile invitingly, and beckon to them to come inspect her close up. Usually they would run away, but sometimes, especially if there were two or three boys who could take courage from one another, they would hesitantly come towards her.
Then, first making sure that no one else could see what was going on, she would tell the boys, "If you're real nice and don't talk about it, you can feel me all over. Here, you take my panties down, and the other two play with me until it's his turn." Then, she would shiver as the young fingers ran over her thighs, bottom cheeks, and cunt. If any of the boys showed an interest in her titties, she would ask them to remove her bra and tell them to suck or kiss or fondle her love globes.
Finally, she would tell them all about gamahuching, and assure them that all grownups loved it. Almost without exception, she found that the boys were willing to do this for her because of the novelty and the excitement of such an intimate act to a full-grown woman. She could always have an orgasm as long as a new boy was kneeling between her thighs with his mouth glued to her pussy and his tongue ramming deep into it.
One evening, while Janet was entertaining four boys, the sister of one of the boys who happened to live nearby went looking for her brother. When she saw what was happening to him, she hurried home to her mother. The mother came with a policeman, and Janet was arrested just before she had her fourth orgasm of that particular session! Arraigned in court, she pleaded guilty and was sentenced to two years in the reformatory after the judge had scathingly lectured her for having corrupted so many innocent young lives.
I could tell after my interview with her that the answer to her affliction lay somewhere deep in her past. So I questioned her as closely as I could. I felt that she was being truthful, but she wasn't able to provide the key that I needed to open her mind to herself. So when all else failed, I arranged for her transfer to the reformatory hospital where, after two days of careful preparation, I administered what is known as the truth drug, or sodium pentathol. As I had hoped, she achieved almost total recall, not only of childhood but of her infancy. She talked freely of her reactions and of things that had happened to her. Soon she told me that she was lying in her crib watching as the maid sat on the bed with her twelve-year-old brother. The maid had all her clothes pulled up so that she was naked from the waist down. Her brother was kneeling in front of the maid gamahuching her while the woman was massaging her big titties and finally uttered a loud cry as she began to quake and squirm with come.
The little girl that Janet was at the time was powerfully impressed by the size of this maid and the tyrannical hold she had seemed to hold over Janet's brother. In Janet's mind, her brother was big and strong, and so the power of this maid won respect. The impression lived on in her subconscious, till finally that day it was triggered off by the son of her employer who had peeked under her dress while she lay on her bed. And all the impressions formed in the mind of the little child came to life as if they had been frozen until that very day.
Once I had found this hidden motivation, Janet quickly responded to continued treatment so that I was eventually able to recommend an early parole for her. I have seen her several times since, and she assures me that not only is she no longer interested in boys, but, conversely, has become extremely interested in having fucking sessions with men of her own age. With a blush and a trace of embarrassment, she said to me, "Dr. Klow, now that I know what it's really like to have a man in bed with me, all I can say is that I certainly regret all the years I wasted on little kids." And this perhaps is the best conclusion of all that I can give this case!
CASE HISTORY: Ella L-
Ella L was born on a farm and came to Madison, Wisconsin, at the age of nineteen to do domestic work. Her third employer, for whom she went to work when she was twenty-four years of age, was a middle-class couple with sons of fourteen and twelve.
Ella welcomed being accepted as part of the family, since she was still quite lonely in Madison. She was a large woman, standing about five feet ten and weighing about 170. She wasn't fat, being big-boned, but she was too large to be considered attractive by most men and as a consequence very rarely had dates.
This was not to say, however, that she didn't feel sexual desire, but she usually took recourse in masturbation, pretending that handsome young men were making passionate love to her, frigging her, undressing her, and then fucking her to climax. She herself first had been fucked when she was only sixteen, but except for a few farm boys back in the country, she had had no sexual experience since then. Moreover, their fucking her had been a kind of curious novelty for them, and there had been little pleasure for her.
Ella looked forward to a return to country living when the wife and the two boys went to their lake cabin to spend the summer vacation. The husband came up on weekends, but the other three stayed right on through. The cabin was reasonably comfortable, but the facilities were primitive and comprised an old outhouse behind the cabin surrounded by thick bushes.
One afternoon while Ella was in the outhouse, she was certain that she heard a sound outside. Pricking up her ears, she detected the sound of deep, labored breathing, and she realized that one of the boys was peeking in at her through a crack in the wooden outhouse wall. This triggered in her memory a return to her own childhood in the country when she and another girlfriend had peeked through and seen many a male prick, and they once were rewarded by seeing her girlfriend's father jack off. Both of them had been amazed at the size of his big prick and even more amazed when they saw his seed spurting out.
This was a reverse situation, and Ella felt suddenly aroused. She was pretending that maybe the boy even had a hard-on and maybe even was jacking off as he watched her.
When she got up from the seat, she turned her back to the crack through which he was watching, held her skirts well up while she used the roll of toilet tissue. Then she very slowly drew her panties up before she finally lowered her skirt. When she left the outhouse, she pretended not to be aware that he had been there, and walked slowly towards the cabin where she sat on the top step to wait for him to appear.
When he came into view, she found it was the fourteen-year-old, Jim, and she saw he looked very guilty as he passed by her to go into the house. She smiled at him warmly and said something, but he mumbled something unintelligible and hurried inside.
Later that day, Ella went back to the outhouse, first making sure that the older boy was out in the yard while his younger brother and mother were in swimming. As she passed him, she smiled and winked, and she saw his look of surprise and felt a tickling in her pussy. Inside the outhouse, she waited until she heard him creep quietly to the crack in the wall. Only then did she very slowly lift her skirt and lower her panties.
She made a deliberate point of turning this way and that so that he could see both her cunt and her bottom. When she rose, she went through the same process to give him another exciting display of her body. Once again, when she met him in the yard, she smiled knowingly to let him know that she didn't mind at all his peeking in at her.
Jim was an early riser, while his mother and brother preferred to sleep late. Ella was counting on that the next morning, and she got up as soon as she heard him moving around the cabin. Once again, she gave him a smile and a nod of her head as she went outside to the outhouse. Sure enough, just as soon as she got inside the outhouse, the boy hurried to the yard behind her. Waiting until he was at his station, she pulled up her skirt but did not lower her panties. Instead she called him in a low voice, "Come in!"
He moved away from the wall quickly, and she was afraid he had run back to the cabin. But a few seconds later there was a timid knock at the door and she hastily opened it. Smiling at Jim, she slowly lifted her dress above the tops of her nylon stockings. When she saw his eyes goggle, she suggested they go back into the bushes, and he nervously agreed.
Out of sight of the house, the two stopped in a grassy clearing. "I like to have you look at me when I'm in there, Jim, did you know that?" she told him. Jim gasped, blushed, and then stammered, "You do?
Well, I-I look up your skirts sometimes when I see you bending over or going up the stairs."
They became more intimate in their conversation, and Ella drew him lurid details of how she had been fucked in the country. His eyes blazed with excitement, and she could see a swelling at the crotch of his trousers. Then he asked her to pull her dress up again, and she did so. But this time she pulled it all the way up till her panties were exposed.
Though it was rather impractical because of her build, Ella wore a garter belt and no girdle, and it was quite obvious that Jim was quite pleased with this intimate attire.
When she invited him to touch her, he was quick to do so. She began to tremble as she felt his strong young fingers on her thighs, then on her panties, rubbing her crotch, and rubbing the groove of her ass-hole through the panties. A few minutes later, both had agreed to take off their clothes and look at each other. By the time Ella had got down to brassiere and panties, Jim was naked, and she saw to her delight that he had a tremendous hard-on. She praised him, telling him how good-looking he was, and she murmured, "My goodness, you've got a cock as big as your dad, I'm sure you do-oh, you're going to be just awful when you get inside of me! But first, why don't you lie down here and feel me up a little bit before we do something else? Take my bra off."
Jim was nervous, but finally removed her bra. She twisted herself so that her big firm boobies swayed tantalizingly in front of him. After he had rubbed and squeezed them a little, she put one hand behind his head and drew him to her, while with her other hand she fed her nipple into his mouth. While he began to suck it, she put her hand down to his prick and began to pinch and fondle it, murmuring, "You know, grownup men and women fuck, and they put this hard thing you've got here into my little slit. Would you like to do that?"
"Oh yes!" the boy breathed.
"Then take my panties off, darling," she urged. She began to tremble in her knowledge of what she was going to do to him, as he crouched in front of her and began to drag her panties down her big round thighs. When she stepped out of them, she invited him to examine her very closely. She lay back in the cool grass, spreading her thighs, and she watched him stare down at her. Then she put her fingers to the lips of her cunt and gave him a full view of the pink vista.
"Can I-can I-you know, can I-f-fuck you, Ella?" he gasped.
"Yes, but you have to do something nice for me first. You have to gamahuch me."
"What's that, Miss Ella?"
"I'll show you. Put your face down right up to my pussy. That's a darling. Now kiss and lick it."
Jim was willing to pay the price for a fuck. But all of this, of course, was theoretical; Ella had never before been gamahuched, though she had heard her girlfriends tell about it, and she had often read books in which the act was mentioned and described. And since Jim was inexperienced too, it took quite a while before he was able to bring her to come. But at last it happened.
After that, she gained assurance from her own womanliness as she had him lie between her thighs and, taking his prick in one hand, opened her cunt with the other and guided it into her. Then she told him to fuck her, and she put her hands on his bottom and regulated his up and down thrusts until suddenly she felt his spurt inside of her. It was thrilling. When they had finished, they both dressed and went back to the cabin, each smiling over the secret.
The following days, Jim and Ella tried everything, including frenching and buggering, which the boy seemed to enjoy a great deal. In time, Ella seduced his younger brother, Peter, and spent many enjoyable evenings with both Peter and Jim when their parents were away from the house. Peter, Ella soon discovered, especially loved to gamahuch and be frenched, while Jim preferred fucking. Thus she had a boy available to match her sexual mood of the moment.
When the boys eventually grew up, Ella left her job and went to another house where there were four boys between the ages of eight to fifteen. Within a month she had trained them all and was again enjoying the rule of a dominatress over young male slaves.
When I first interviewed her, Ella was thirty-seven years of age and still working as a maid. She showed absolutely no sense of guilt or shame at all; indeed, she seemed quite proud of her ability to seduce boys, and continues to be delighted with their reaction to it.
When we study this case, we cannot be surprised when we know of all the factors. Because of her size and build, the average man will never particularly find Ella attractive in bed. On the other hand, young boys who have never before seen a mature female body are excited at being allowed to see and to touch her naked, and then to have the unexpected rewards of gamahuching and fucking her.
Her outlook is completely amoral, so there is no great danger that it will cause her any psychological damage. I am not so certain this is true of her young partners, but I shall discuss in another chapter of this work that sexual activities like these can do irreparable harm to those boys who are exposed to sex with older women before they have developed maturity enough to cope with this exciting and forbidden life.