Chapter 4

Transients And Wanderers

In other chapters of this book, you will find how women in special positions, like maids, teachers, matrons and the like, take advantage of their specific opportunities to seduce young boys. However, the vast majority of women who are drawn towards young males do not have such a ready availability of victims. For them, therefore, there exists the constant search for opportunity. When the opportunity, or at least its potential arises, these females who are motivated by a pedophilic urge must act quickly and endanger themselves to the risk of being caught.

It is true that the risk is not quite so great as in the case of the male child molester who is apprehended for trying to pick up little girls and have sexual pleasures with them. There is a connotation of abhorrence which the average citizen feels when he reads of such a case or hears of it. Nonetheless, I have in my files a substantial backlog of newspaper clippings to show that many women are caught and legally prosecuted for having seduced boys.

It is true that sentences which are given in such cases are usually quite light in comparison with those imposed upon the male offender, but the fact remains that this reputation and the status of the guilty woman in the community is at once annihilated.

Why then, you may ask, considering the risks involved, do such women gamble away hopes for marriage and social acceptance merely for the sake of gratifying immediate sexual desires with an under-aged boy? Well, you might as well ask the rapist, the alcoholic, the drug addict, or anyone with an emotional problem, to explain his motivation. And so in the following case histories, you will learn the stories of some of these women and of the boys they seduced.

It is my hope that they will provide an insight to you as to motivation, method, and in some cases, guilt after the fact. I do not claim that all the valid answers have been given by those with whom I had consultation, but nonetheless, it is my hope that you will find enough documentation to gain some understanding of these unfortunates who risk everything because their sexual desires draw them unerringly to boys.

CASE HISTORY: Helena G-

Helena G-, twenty-seven years old, married and childless, had no sexual experience prior to marriage. This marriage had lasted six years, and from the age of eighteen until twenty-one, she had previously worked as a secretary before marrying the son of a prominent family in Utica, New York.

Her husband was quite as inexperienced sexually as she, and even more narrow in his sexual outlook. Thus, from the very beginning their sexual adjustment was extremely difficult. His needs were not great, though Helena by contrast was surprised at her voracious appetite.

One night while she attempted to arouse her husband to give her a good fucking, Helena took his prick into her mouth. To her surprise, he gasped out, "That's filthy, don't do that!" and pushed her away.

Her intention, as she later told me, was to inspire him to gamahuch her, an act which she had read about and heard her girlfriends talk about, but she herself had never experienced.

This rejection incited within her for the desire to experience gamahuching, and finally one day she lured a fifteen-year-old boy into her house when her husband was at work, told him what she wanted and he undressed him. She then had him kneel down and suck and lick her cunt. She was caught when, in a fit of remorse, he told his mother what had happened.

Because the boy's parents wanted to avoid scandal, they didn't report the matter to the police. However, they phoned Helen's husband who came to me with the angry request that I certify her as being insane.

I asked him to sit down and then I discussed her problem. I pointed out to him that this was an enlightened age in which spontaneity in marriage accepted many acts of love, which perhaps a century ago were considered deviate.

Finally, he agreed to have me treat his wife. What follows is a report of the statement Helena gave me while she was under the influence of sodium pentothal:

I'd heard about what it was like to have a man gamahuch you, and I guess I was curious about it right off. One day a neighbor and I were talking over coffee and she told me that her husband often did it to her and that it was really terrific. She told me that he would get over her on his knees and bend down and suck and lick her cunt, and that she almost fainted, it was so good.

When I told her I didn't think my husband would ever do that, she said to me, "Then why don't you french him first, and maybe he'll do it for you?"

It was an awful failure. My husband called me every dirty name he could think of and refused to have anything to do with me. I lay awake for a long time after he'd gone to sleep, and all I could think of was how my friend's husband had knelt down between her legs and done it to her, and then later she had knelt over him and he had licked rer while he held her bottom with his hands. It got so bad I got up and went into the bathroom and frigged myself to come.

During the next few days, it just kept getting worse and I couldn't think of anything else. Finally, I thought of asking my friend's husband to go into a room with me some time and do it to me, but then I was scared that he would be shocked and tell his wife, or maybe somebody else who would tell my husband. So naturally I didn't do anything like that.

Then one afternoon a boy came to the door wearing a boy scout's uniform. He told me that his troop was having a fund-raising campaign and asked me if I had any odd jobs to be done so that he could earn some money. It had been a bad day for me because I hadn't been able to get my mind off you know what, Dr. Klow . So right away I saw the possibility and I told him to come in. He said the boys were looking for a chance to earn a dollar or so by cleaning basements, cutting the lawn, cleaning the house, and that sort of thing.

I told him he could earn five dollars, and he really got excited. But I didn't tell hmm right away what the job was. Instead, I sat opposite him and made sure that my skirt was raised up high so he could see plenty of my legs. And I was awfully excited when I noticed that he kept looking

Well, Dr. Klow, I kept talking to him about his experiences with girls, and he finally came out and said he'd never done anything at all. I knew he was really excited, so I reached down and pulled my skirt slowly up my thighs, well over the tops of my nylon stockings. Then I gave him a real warm smile to let him know that I wanted him to look at me.

He was sort of nervous when I asked him to come and sit by me, but he finally did. Gradually, I got him to the point where he was putting his hands not only on my stockings, but my bare legs and finding my panties.

When I was sure of him, I began to take off my clothes. By then, he was really wild! When I got out of my bra and panties, he was sweating, but he didn't say a word when I pulled his pants and shorts down and began to play with his cock.

He told me he'd never seen a cunt before, and I told him he could do a lot more than just look at it. I told him to play with it all he liked.

Anyhow, I lay back on the couch and opened my legs wide and let him take a good look at a cunt. Before long, he started to touch it all over. And I kept him awake by handling his prick which was sort of hard, but it certainly wasn't very big.

When I told him that I wanted him to lick and suck me between my legs, he got scared. But I told him that everybody did it and that they enjoyed it more than fucking. Just to encourage him and show him that I would be nice to him if he did what I wanted, I took his cock into my mouth and I ran my tongue all over it a couple of times.

So finally, he didn't put up any fuss when I put my hands on his face and led him towards my legs. I told him how to use his tongue and I wriggled and squirmed and arched myself against him, to help him along. Oh, faster than I ever dreamed of, I felt myself bubbling over with come.

After it was over, I had him lie on top of me and we fucked. When it was over, he looked so weak I was afraid he would collapse, so I wiped his cock off with my panties. Then I told him he should come see me again. I was wild with excitement at the idea of having a boy give it to me any time I felt like it.

Helena's arrangement was short-lived indeed. When the boy turned in his money, the scout master knew that something was wrong by the boy's guilty expression. So he asked the boy a few questions and got the whole story, then went to the boy's parents and told them the entire episode.

While I was treating Helena, I was also able to treat the husband who, in my opinion, needed psychiatric treatment even more than she did because of his warped outlook on natural sex play. In time, I was able to convince him that such things as gamahuching and frenching are not at all abnormal. And also, Helena reported to me that she and her husband have had a healthy sexual adjustment and that he gamahuches her and she frenches him from time to time.

Perhaps this is not a typical case of female pedophilia, since the woman actually took part in only one such episode. Yet, I think it is worth recording in this book since her motivation was almost classical.

If it had not been for her exposure and the subsequent clinical treatment of both herself and her husband, she might well have gone on indefinitely seducing young boys in her desperate search for sexual satisfaction. This is why I strongly advise marriage counselors to do their utmost to encourage uninhibited sexual enjoyment between two partners, and indeed, to experiment more to get away from the jaded, mechanical feeling which often long-married couples have in the bridal bed.

CASE HISTORY: Marjory H-

Marjory H shows us a somewhat different approach to a somewhat similar problem. When I first met her, she was forty-four years of age, and although she was somewhat overly ripe, she was still quite attractive in a voluptuously enticing way. She had been much more fortunate than Helena in that she had never been caught, except of course by her own sense of shame and guilt.

Her marriage had been reasonably enjoyable to a man nine years older than herself. About two years before her visit to me, however, her husband suddenly seemed to lose all sexual interests. Hence, time dragged heavily for her during the day, and the sexual denial of the nights only contributed to her problem.

As a consequence, Marjory began to take long walks during the day and often found herself in one of the numerous parks in the area where she lived (Denver).

One day while she was sitting and reading a book on the step of a stone monument, she saw a boy about fifteen years old walking in front of her and staring at her. She realized that he had been by before and looked at her several times. When she glanced at herself, she observed that her legs were wide open and that from where he had looked, he was able to see all the way up to her crotch.

Quickly closing her thighs, she glanced at the boy who blushed, got up, and hurried out of the park. As she walked home, her mind dwelt on the incident and she began to feel, as she told me, "my pussy starting to twitch and get moist. I could see this boy getting excited when he looked up and saw my bare thighs above my stockings and even maybe the hems of my panties, and I thought to myself that maybe he would rush home or maybe go into an alley and jack off."

The more Marjory thought of this, the more exciting it became. So by the time she reached home, she was so feverishly aroused by all this imagery that she ran into her bedroom, took off her panties, and, putting her finger to her pussy, frigged herself, closing her eyes to summon up the vision of the boy.

The very next day she returned to the same park and sat on the same monument. This time, she brought a newspaper with her. Before long, she saw the same boy walk into the park. Opening the paper in front of her so that the boy would feel safe from being caught peeking, she pretended to read it. She had worked her plan out carefully the previous night while she lay awake thinking of the boy, and so she had cut a slit in the spine of the newspaper to be able to see him without her being see in turn.

Just as she had hoped, he turned and walked so that he crossed in front of her. She had spread her legs wide enough to give him a very generous display. When he came back for his second look, her legs had spread even wider so that she was certain he would have an excellent view of the lace-trimmed black nylon panties which she had specially put on.

This time, she noticed, he glanced around to make sure no one was watching him, and then bent down to stare at her.

Just as she had anticipated, he stopped opposite her and squatted down to look. As he did, she began to open her legs. The boy stared for a long time before straightening up and walking on. He walked to the far side of the park, stopped, and then started back. Marjory watched him come back and she became nervous, but nonetheless determined she would go through with her plan. Just before he reached her she put the paper down, smiled warmly, and said, "Why don't you sit down and talk for a while?"

He blushed, and slowly sat down, obviously quite nervous. In a few minutes, Marjory had learned that he was fourteen years of age, his name was Thomas, and that he spent his lunch hour walking in the park. However, she was really making no progress towards her seduction of him, and he was becoming quite restless, so she decided to go all out.

She told me how the seduction, if we may call it that, took place, and I quoted her verbatim: "The reason I wanted to talk to you, Tommy, is that I want to tell you how much I like having you look at my legs the way you do."

"You mean," the boy blushed and stammered, "you saw me and you don't mind?"

"Why do you think I spread my legs wide open when you get in front of me?" Marjory countered. When he didn't answer, she resumed, "Could you see all the way up to my panties, Tommy?"

"Yes, I-I guess so."

"Do you like looking at women that way? Does it excite you a lot."

"Oh yes, it does."

"How do you feel, Tommy, when you see a woman bare-naked?"

"Gee, I-I don't know. I never saw one. All I ever saw were panties and girdles and stuff like that."

"I'd love to have you look at me naked, Tommy. I take my clothes off awfully slowly. You could even help me take them off if you like."

"You-you really mean it?" His eyes burned with excitement, and she could see that the boy was trembling as she replied, "Of course I do, Tommy. We could go to my place right now if you didn't have to go back to school."

Marjory told me that when she said this to the boy, she glanced on to make sure that no one was watching them, and then she reached under her dress to adjust her garter belt tab. She watched his eyes fixed on her upper thighs, and then he blurted, "I-I really don't have to go back to school. Whenever I play hookey I write a note for myself."

A moment later they walked from the park together. Five minutes later, they were in her living room, and Marjory was smiling as she stood in front of the seated boy and began to remove her dress.

She did it very slowly. Sitting beside him wearing black bra, panties, and garter belt as well as nylon stockings and pumps, she began to tell him stories of the way men and women act in bed.

"Did you know, Tommy," she said to him, "that a fellow takes off all his clothes and gets on top of a girl and rubs his prick right into her hairy little slit? And that's not all. He puts his hands under her bottom and squeezes hard while he's sticking his cock into her. And then there are other things he can do, like sucking and kissing her pussy while she plays with his cock or takes it into her mouth. Would you like to do those things?"

She told me that he almost fainted with excitement as he nodded his head rapidly up and down. She took his hands and guided them to her so that he could fondle her titties, bellies, and thighs, which he did at once.

"Should I take my bra off?" she whispered, and he nodded again.

"Then you do it," she told him, and his trembling fingers worked clumsily at the hooks and eyes until the bra opened. Marjory held the cups of the bra over her titties and turned towards him, lowering each cup in turn.

Then again guiding his hands, she showed him how to rub and pinch and tweak the nipple. After he had done that, she showed him how to take it in his mouth and suck and lick it, and this finally ended his shyness.

She stood up and started to push her panties down over her swelling hips and bottom cheeks. Then she stopped and said to him coyly, "Why don't you get naked, too, dear?" Swiftly he took off his shirt and pants. "Now come and play with my panties, Tommy," she whispered.

His hands greedily ran all over her bottom, rubbing and squeezing it, feeling it through the material, and then finally began to rub up and down the crotch, until he could feel the lips of her cunt just underneath. When he started to pull down the panties, she smiled and nodded. Her panties fell at her feet and she stepped out of them.

Then Marjory took the boy back to the couch, drew down his shorts and began to fondle his prick. She pinched the tip of his prong, tickled his balls, stroked the shaft, and then he blurted out, "M-Miss, U want to see what a girl looks like between her legs. Can I?"

The time had come for Marjory. Lying back, she slowly spread her legs and raised her knees high. "Take a good look, darling," she murmured.

His face was inches away as he stared at her cunt as if hypnotized. She reached down with her fingers, opened up the lips, and began to tell him how a girl's cunt is made.

He was nervous as he followed her instructions and finally mounted onto her belly. Before she helped him put his prick inside of her, she had him kiss her mouth and titties for a long time.

Then, guiding his stiff cock into her, she told him, "Now push back and forth, but don't rush. It's much nicer when you take it slow and easy."

He moved instinctively, but he didn't have much control, nor had she expected he would have. Climax followed almost immediately. Later, however, after much naughty talk and some passionate fondling of each other, Tommy managed another hard-on, and they fucked again, and this time he was able to hold it back long enough to give her a good hot come.

She brought Tommy to her house often after that, teaching him how to gamahuch, showing him how she could french him and doing many other delicious things that left him wild with excitement.

As he became more confident and experienced, Marjory, strangely enough, longed for the nervous innocence he had shown the first time, and so she abandoned him and went back to the parks.

Before very long, she had become quite skillful in seducing strange boys, and there was an endless supply of them Soon her neighbors began to snub her or to make pointed remarks about the number of boys she always seemed to bring home.

Marjory's case is simple and pathetic. Until her husband experienced a sudden and lessening of his sexual drive, the two of them had had a normal and healthy life together in bed. The first few times that he refused to meet her demands to be fucked, Marjory took it as only a temporary thing and it didn't upset her. But as his refusal to satisfy her persisted, she became both hurt and angry, so it isn't strange that she interpreted his negative attitude as a definite and hostile act of rejection.

As her mind brooded over this rejection, Marjory was convinced that she had become old and unattractive. She didn't discuss it with her husband or doctor, but she accepted the blame on the grounds that she was no longer desirable and so couldn't arouse him.

While she was still brooding about this unhappy state of affairs, she caught Tommy looking at her legs. Subconsciously at first she was naturally delighted to realize that while an older man had cast her aside, a very young boy found her attractive enough to look at her body by stealth.

Thus at once she was able to transfer the burden of guilt from herself to her husband. When Tommy, and later other boys, fucked her, they were in reality showing her that she was still intensely desirable. And of course the more boys she had sexually, the more her confidence grew.

During treatment, Marjory was able to understand this phase of herself. Understanding it, she was able to overcome her desires for boys. I should like to report that she and her husband recovered and that they resumed a normal sexual life, but this was not the case.

Instead, she broadened her social life and found that there were more than enough adult males anxious to fuck her if her husband didn't. While this relationship would not suffice for other women, it was ideal for her. She and her husband now have a happy relationship with very little sex, and until he discovers how she really obtains her sexual gratification, it is most likely to be perpetuated.

The case points up again the selfishness of the male in accusing his wife for his own disinterest, when very often it is due to his own change of life. Where there is spontaneity and harmony between couples, the sexual act can be continued indefinitely, with tenderness and respect and love. Then there would be no need for psychiatrists like myself!

CASE HISTORY: Hertha P-

Hertha P was twenty-seven years old when she and her husband, to whom she had been married not quite two years, came to the United States. A few months later, he was killed in a steel plant working as a laborer. Hertha was left with a generous financial settlement, a very limited knowledge of English, and no husband.

It was true that they hadn't been ideally happy so that she soon adjusted herself to the shock of his tragic death. However, she had been having sexual relations with men since she had been sixteen, and the difficulty of finding a new mate was made even more serious by the fact that she was more than six feet tall, weighed more than two hundred pounds, and spoke very little English.

One day she was sitting in a park when she noticed a boy of about fifteen or sixteen sitting in the grass opposite her, his arms folded around his knees, sneaking glances at her. The moment she was sure he was looking at her thighs, she decided that her sexual arousal called for direct action. It was true that he was only a boy, but still it had been so long since she had enjoyed a good fucking with all the trimmings and he was certainly better than nothing at all.

She got up, walked towards him, smiled and stood above him asking gently, "Do you like my legs?"

"Yeah!" the boy insolently replied, but his manner showed that he was ready to get up and run.

"Would you like to see more?" she asked with the same gentle smile.

"Yeah, I sure would, real good!" he swaggered.

"Then come along with me," she told him.

He chuckled, got up, and walked along beside her. When he asked where they were going, she said she would take him to her apartment and give him a good time.

The boy was obviously nervous. Here was a woman inviting him home for free pussy. Also, she had an accent and spoke English rather badly, and in his mind, foreigners ought to be looked upon with a certain amount of suspicion. Still in all, the excitement of thinking about fucking or being allowed other privileges with this Amazonian woman, excited him and kept him going with her.

However, he told her that his apartment was empty because his parents were working, and asked her if she wouldn't go there instead. She shrugged, followed him to a second-floor apartment in a shabby building. His nervousness continued until she asked if he wanted her to get undressed.

He gulped, nodded, and then gasped, "Gee, I sure would."

A moment later, she had taken off her dress and was watching his eyes widen as he admired the sight of her big body in bra and panties. However, she really liked the fact that he didn't touch her as yet, not until she invited him to.

"Take off the rest of my clothes now," she urged.

He began to tug at the fastener of her big bra. Her big round titties tumbled out, closely spaced, like melons, and bigger than anything he had ever imagined. His fingers squeezed and kneaded them.

"Now why don't you take my panties off, too?" she said.

He gulped again, stared at her, saw that she meant it, and then hastily lowered her panties and let them fall about her ankles. He caught his breath at the sight of her big bottom cheeks, and pink, baby-like skin, and the thick dark blonde hair over her cunt.

She led him to an old couch and, spreading her thighs, said, "You want to play with my pussy?"

He had begun to sweat, but his fingers tickled and frigged her deliciously, as his eyes fixed on what he was doing. When she felt herself close, she unfastened his belt and stripped down his pants. He didn't have any shorts on, and his prick was at once ready for what she needed.

Pulling him on top of her, she stretched out, felt his cock enter her cunt, and almost had a come at that moment. As it was, she had her come a few moments later and was just enjoying a second one when he finally groaned out, shuddered and burst his seed deep into her womb.

Getting up, she dressed and left the apartment, feeling better than she had in many a day. So she came to the conclusion that her best chance for sexual gratification was boys. Hence, in her next venture, when she saw three boys together in a deserted section in the same park, she picked her sport carefully. She sat down on the grass with her knees up and her skirt hiked well up above her thighs, so that she was sure they could see her panties.

It didn't take long before the boys became extremely interested. Making sure that no one was watching, she quickly pulled her skirt all the way back to her hips, then smiled and nodded at them. Then she lowered it, pulled it up again, and gestured to them to come to her.

When she made her offer to them, they looked at one another in disbelief. But no one boy wanted the others to see him back down, so finally all of them agreed to go home with her.

Once back in her apartment, she had the boys sit on the couch while she took off her skirt and sweater. Then she told them to touch whatever they liked, and they became extremely busy. Standing with her feet widely apart, Hertha trembled with excitement as their fingers moved all over her.

Finally at her suggestion, they stripped naked and she took off her bra and panties and was naked, too. "If you would like to fuck me, boys, you have to do something nice for me," she proposed archly. "You have to kiss my pussy and my titties. Will you do that?"

"I'll say we will," one of the boys chuckled, and the others nodded.

In a few moments, Hertha was lying naked on the couch and one of the boys was kneeling down between her legs and gamahuching her while each of the others was kissing one of her titties.

When she had her come, she signalled to the boy who had just gamahuched her to lie over her. She fondled his prick and then opened up her cunt to put it in, and he took a little time, but then began to thrust back and forth. However, he came too soon, so she didn't achieve orgasm.

As soon as he got off, Hertha called the next one to replace him. And she had climaxes during her fucking sessions with both the second and third boys. Even then she wanted more, but in spite of using both her hands and her mouth, she couldn't get a hard-on out of any of the three of them, so she sent them home.

Thereafter, Hertha went prowling for boys regularly. What she really preferred was groups of three or four at a time, but she was willing to settle for one if she had to. She never lost the thrill of watching the excited young eyes of a boy when he first saw her body in bra and panties, and then stark naked. Usually for the boys it was their very first experience at either gamahuching or fucking, which made it even more exciting for her to initiate her young lovers.

Just about the time Hertha was convinced that she had solved her sexual problem for all time, a thirteen-year-old boy went home after a session with her and looked so guilty that his worried mother pried the story out of him. Armed with the names of the other two boys who had helped service this sexually hungry female, the boy's mother called the police and demanded that Hertha be arrested.

Reluctantly, the boy showed the police where she lived and Hertha was arrested and brought to trial. An understanding judge listened to her story, heard about the death of her husband, and withheld passing judgment. He called me into the chambers, and when I agreed to treat her, he arranged with the district attorney to have the charge dropped.

There was really no serious emotional disturbance in Hertha. She acted in my advice, joined clubs, including one for tall people, and she finally found not only male friends, but a tall American husband with whom she lives very happily.

Her only problem was that she had a sexual appetite as big as her body, and most men are afraid of large women. But to boys, all mature women are big. They were delighted to accept her exciting offer of pussy, and whether she was six feet two or five feet two didn't matter at all. Indeed, her Amazonian proportions probably excited them all the more.

We must understand that the seductress is not always an amoral and vicious and depraved female, but sometimes is driven by forces over which she has no control and which are not recognized even by her own family. That is why tolerance is the wisest attitude.

Let us remember what a certain carpenter's son from Galilee once said to men who wished to stone a prostitute: "Let him who is without sin throw the first stone."