Chapter 6
Gamahuching, Frenching and Other Deviations
Gamahuching, frenching, and other deviations from conventional fucking, such as buggering and mutual frigging, while they are widely practiced, are in many sectors of our society condemned as being "unnatural and sinful."
In many cases, this condemnation is based on religious upbringing in which even ordinary and legal fucking between husband and wife, though accepted, is something to be practiced quietly in a darkened bedroom without enjoyment by either party. This goes back to the repressions of Victorianism, to be sure.
A different kind of philosophy is that which is followed by those who feel that sexual intercourse can and should be practiced for enjoyment as well as procreation, but draw the line between fucking and such acts as gamahuching and frenching. It is within this latter group that we find the greatest amount of hypocrisy. So you will find that the material contained in this chapter is drawn from discussions with patients, doctors, psychiatrists, psychologists and also prostitutes-who are an invariably rewarding source of information when it comes to sexual behaviorism.
We invariably hear the same story from prostitutes, and it seems to be a kind of cycle. Men enjoy talking to prostitutes almost as much as they enjoy the physical services they buy from her, hence she is able to find out more about them in some fields of sexual behavior than their family doctor. The average prostitute will say to you, "A John (the client) gets his clothes off, feels me around a while, and then asks if I'll give him a blow job (frenching). He doesn't squawk when he finds out that my price is more for that. Well, once we settle on the price, he wants to talk about it. He wants to know what it feels like, whether I swallow his gism or not, how I did it the first time and all that sort of stuff. Usually he goes to a prostitute to be frenched. When I ask him if his wife ever does it for him he is just horrified at the suggestion. He says, 'My wife would never do a thing like that!' Yes, a man who would gladly pay me extra to frenche him or blow him, as we call it, would be absolutely horrified if his own wife offered to do it for him free because she loved him. It would cheapen her in his eyes, and maybe he couldn't even love or respect her anymore. It's crazy, but that's the way it is."
There was a pause.
"It all seemed crazy."
This is very true, and it has been observed in many a marriage manual. Again it stems back to our old hang-up with Victorianism and its after-effects which have lasted so long and which not even our sexual revolution seems to have dispersed forever. There is a kind of spurious double standard here. A man does not expect to find in his marriage bed a "whore with tricks." For this, he has traditionally gone to a whorehouse. Therefore if he discovers that his wife has a real desire for sex and that she even wishes to practice some of the things that he would think of only when he is in the whorehouse, his respect for her wanes. It is unjust and irrational, but there it is.
But this is only one side of the coin, and we shall deal with the other side in this chapter. We shall discuss the customer who wants to gamahuch the prostitute. Many prostitutes are delighted with this request and only too pleased to grant it. Here again the man-likes to talk about it while he builds up for the actual moment. And when the prostitute asks him whether he has ever done this wife his wife, he is horrified. What he says in effect is "how dare you suggest that my wife would engage in such a habit! She is a normal and respectable woman, and she would hate me if I ever tried to do a thing like that to her."
Another objection which prevents the male from gamahuching his wife is the fear that she may ask him who taught him that trick. Thus, the married man who wants to gamahuch goes to a whore for it-or of course, to a mistress or perhaps his secretary or some other girlfriend outside his marriage.
What about the wife? Even the most sheltered women have heard about gamahuching, and some may even have experimented with it in their college days, or perhaps in a sorority or a secret girls' club. They wait for the husband to make an offer or to try it without asking, but because of the curious social taboo which exists among males, he never makes the approach.
So the women we will study in this chapter have one thing in common: their husbands never gamahuched them, and as their marriage progressed, their desire for this practice grew until they found a boy willing or even anxious to satisfy this very basic need. Perhaps this chapter, therefore, may contain a wise moral for the sensitive and appreciative and considerate husband. That which is done in love is not degrading or base and should have no guilt attached to it. And again, if every husband were to treat his wife as she wishes to be treated, we might have far fewer sexual neuroses and repressions, and certainly less pedophilia.
CASE HISTORY Rita W-
Rita W married at the age of twenty-one, and was a pure virgin. She had never experimented even with girls, and she claims that she had never even masturbated. Her husband was an omnivorous reader whose taste ran to the strongly erotic. When she went through her husband's books, Rita became fascinated by all the things about sex she had never learned. The most interesting of these, however, was gamahuching. After he read about vivid descriptions of the act, she began to wonder how it would feel to have her husband do it to her.
When she discussed it with him casually . one evening, he seemed most uncomfortable. In her desperation to arouse his interest, she asked if he had ever done it to a girl, since she knew that he had had several affairs before the marriage.
He denied it so vehemently that she dropped the subject. He said to her, "It's something interesting to read about, but it's not the sort of thing decent people do within the sanctity of marriage." This was of course the most pompous of all answers, and it was the wrong one for Rita.
She made a few attempts in the next few months to have him gratify her interest and curiosity, but all of them met with the same complete rejection which bordered on almost actual revulsion. And then about a week later, she happened to be chatting with a neighbor and mentioned a book she was reading in which a man gamahuched a woman several times. Her friend's reaction to that was a smiling, "Oh sure, and isn't that the biggest thrill of all when you feel a man's face moving between your legs and finally he gets his mouth right on your pussy?"
Stupefied in having found a woman who admitted to enjoying the act, Rita confessed that she had never experienced it but was just dying to do so. Rita's friend, Brenda T-, told her how her husband did it almost every time he got ready to fuck her and how he enjoyed it just as much as she did. She went so far as to tell Rita how he always found her clitoris and tongued it until she came, and she also illustrated the various positions the two of them used.
She wound up her description with, "Baby, you've never known a hot come until you get it that way. Why don't you talk that stuffy husband Dave of yours into going down on you just once? He may learn to like being a muff-diver."
But Rita knew better. Also, she knew that after she had heard all this lurid description from her friend and was aware that her friend was being gratified in this longed for way of lovemaking, it was going to be much more difficult for her than it had ever been before.
By an odd coincidence, Rita was sitting in her backyard that afternoon. She had been reading, but put the book down when the excitement of the reading and her own erotic fantasies became too much for her. Shutting her eyes, she leaned down in the lawn chair. A few minutes later, she heard a sound from the thick cluster of shrubbery between her yard and the adjoining one. Opening her eyes just a little, she saw that her neighbor's fourteen-year-old boy was hiding in the hedge looking at her. She saw also that he had a perfect view under her dress, and her heart began to pound wildly. Pretending still to be asleep, she spread her legs even more to make certain he could see the crotch of her black nylon panties.
Out of the corner of her eye, she watched him and her pulse throbbed madly when she saw him open up his trousers and take out his prick. While he stared at her, he began to jack off. After he had gone, she remained in the chair a long time thinking of how excited he had been. And it wasn't long before she got the notion that a boy who became so excited by looking at her from afar would be excited enough to do anything in the closeness of the bedroom with a woman who was more than just cooperative. By the time nightfall had come, she believed she had worked out a plan to gratify her desires.
The next afternoon the boy across the way returned from school a little after three. Rita knew that neither of his parents would be home until well after five, so there were two hours she could use with him if she could only get him interested. Calling to him as he walked into the backyard, she invited him into her house. She opened a bottle of soda pop, poured out some Scotch for herself, and then sat opposite him with her legs crossed so that he could see a lot of her upper thighs above the stocking tops.
Then a few minutes later, with a warm smile, she said to him, "Jack, you know when you were looking at me yesterday, I got really excited." The boy gasped and blushed violently when she told him that she had seen him jacking off-and she used those very words, as she told me. Then she informed him, "There are lots more nice things a boy and a girl can do together. Would you like to know about them?"
He began to tremble, and she was afraid he would run away so she put down her glass, stood up and lifted her dress to show him all of her panties. His eyes bulged as he stared at her cunt which the tight panties snugged, and she knew he would stay.
She invited him to sit beside her on the couch, and a few minutes later his hands were rubbing the tops of her nylon stockings, then her bare thighs above and finally pressing her panties here and there. She opened her blouse and showed him her bra, and allowed him to feel her titties through it.
Then she said, "Jack, how would you like me to strip naked?"
She told me that "his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, Dr. Klow. And then I told him, 'Well, if you'd like to see me naked, you have to do something nice for me. Do you see my pussy-hair through my panties, Jack? Well, I'm going to take them off. Then I want you to kiss me right on my pussy and lick it too. Would you do that if I strip naked for you? Do you know that husbands and wives do this all the time, and it shows how grownup you are when you do a thing like that to a girl?' "
The boy was rapt with excitement. Then she began to undress lingeringly, inviting him to fondle her as she took off all her clothes. Finally naked except for her garter belt and her stockings, she aroused him even more as she told me, by "putting my fingers to my pussy and drawing the lips apart and then I told him he could look all he wanted and even touch it."
Finally, remembering what her girlfriend had told her about the various positions for gamahuching, she chose one, lay back with her thighs broar"v spread and told him, "Now go on, I did what you wanted me to, now you do what I like. Suck and kiss me there."
The moment she felt the boy's mouth touch her cunt, she began to enjoy the reality of gamahuching. He was obivously completely inexperienced, but nonetheless she achieved a hot come quickly, and she told me that it was the most satisfying she had ever experienced in her days of making love with the gallant gentlemen that had desired her.
After she had regained control of herself, she offered him a chance to fuck her, and he gladly accepted. She watched him strip naked, she fondled his cock, took him in her arms and guided him over her, fitted his prick into her pussy by opening the lips with one hand and taking hold of his ramrod with the other, and then she found another furious come surge upon her just as he was beginning iO spurt his essence.
Before Jack left, Rita and he made an arrangement whereby he would come home from school early as often as possible and they would play this novel game again.
At this point, let me add to this case history that of Brenda T-, because Brenda was the friend who told Rita how exciting gamahuching was and incited Rita into seducing Jack. I reprint this verbatim narrative from the tape recording during the interview I had with Brenda T-, after I had assured her that I would never discuss any aspect of it with Rita:
Rita, you know, Dr. Klow, had often mentioned books where gamahuching was described. And you know, the funny thing was that my husband used to be just as stuffy as her husband was, but I never knew anything about it. And one day when she talked abou it, I just had a silly notion to tell her a big lie about how my husband did it to me so often. I saw how excited she got, so I kept building the story.
At the same time, my idea was that if I got her excited enough, she would suggest that we try it on each other. I wanted to, but I couldn't quite bring myself to suggest it. Rita would have to make the first move, and I thought it would be the best way. I never really had had any experience with girls, and I was just a little ashamed-you know.
Well, anyway, after a few days, Rita came to me with stars in her eyes and she told me what happened with Jack. I knew she wasn't lying. So I said to her I would like to join the session with the two of them, and she thought it would be real thrilling to have the boy do it to both of us.
That afternoon, when Jack came in, I was there with Rita and we both had only our bras and panties on when he walked in. Well, I thought he was going to burst right through his pants when he saw us! A few minutes later, we were both naked, and he was going absolutely nuts fondling both of us at the same time. When it came time to be gamahuched, I told Rita that I wanted her to go first while I watched.
Dr. Klow, I think it was the most thrilling moment of my life as I watched that boy working on her with his mouth and tongue. She got a real hot come in a very short time, and the way she wiggled and squirmed and moaned, I could see it was really thrilling.
When he got up from her, he just looked at me without saying a word. I lay down on the bed the way Rita had done and hen for the first time in my life, I felt a fellow's mouth sucking my cunt. I thought I would gush before he even began to work on me, but I didn't.
There were a few terrific minutes before I felt myself exploding in a way I never knew before. Not even my husband has been able to give me anything like that, for all that he was a pretty good fucker. After that, without even realizing I was going to do it, I rolled over on Jack and I took his stiff cock in my mouth.
I hadn't ever done that to anybody before, but I just had to do it, I felt. Soon I felt spurt in my mouth, and it gave me a terrific sensation, much better than fucking ever was.
Well after that, Dr. Klow, we made it a three-way party until one day Jack told us about a fifteen-year-old friend of his who would just love to join us. Rita and I talked it over and we told him it would be a swell idea. So the next day Dane joined us.
From then on, we had two boys to service us anyway we wanted, and boy, did we keep them busy! As fast as we could think of other wild things to do, they did it. For example, Rita and I have both been buggered, and we never dreamed anybody would do that to us, certainly not our hubbies.
This has been going on for two years now, and we don't intend to stop. Yes, there's a danger that the boys could squeal and we could be caught, but it's so exciting that we're prepared to take the risk
It is ironic indeed that Rita's alteration into a seductress of boys came about through a lie. If her friend had been honest with her and had evinced ignorance of the act of gamahuching, it is quite likely that Rita would not today be one of my case histories, in my file as an individual whose obsession nullifies her own awareness that she needs psychiatric aid.
CASE HISTORY: Cecilia S-
Cecilia S was seduced at the age of fifteen by an uncle who was living with the family. Shortly after he had taught her what fucking was for the first time, he introduced her to both gamahuching and frenching, and she learned to enjoy both to such an extent that the two of them practically agreed not to fuck and instead found their mutual satisfaction in oral and lingual pleasures.
Four years later, while this passionate affair was still in full flower, Cecilia's uncle was killed in an automobile accident. Plunged into deep grief, she left home without any word of explanation to her parents and took a job in Buffalo, a few hundred miles away from the place of her birth. Gradually she began to recover from the loss of her lover and understood that there were other men in the world who could provide the same satisfactions that he had known how to give her. She was twenty and extremely attractive at the time she began to think of renewing her sexual career.
One evening after she had had dinner with her boss in an excellent restaurant, he suggested a ride in the country. Cecilia sensed that there was more involved than simply an automobile drive, and readily agreed. It wasn't long before he parked the car in a wooded area and began to make the usual passes. Cecilia returned his kisses as passionately, and before long he was taking off her clothes while she fondled his prick and kissed him on the mouth and indicated that she was enthusiastically cooperative.
But when he attempted to fuck her, she shook her head and said, "Oh no-please don't do that!"
"Why, what's wrong, Cecilia? The way you acted, I thought you were dying for it just as I am," he said.
"No, I don't do that. But I'll french you if you'll gamahuch me, Mr. Elston," was her answer.
Her boss, whose name is obviously not what we have given here, liked the idea of her taking his prick into her mouth, but he told her that he had never yet gamahuched a woman and he didn't intend to start. They began to quarrel, and finally he called her a dirty low bitch. Finally he drove her back to the city and he told her, "You might just as well consider yourself fired, because I don't want to have tramps like you around the office."
This was a rebuff and a traumatic experience, and for several months, Cecilia stayed away from him. When again the urges in her healthy young body blazed up, and she attempted another liaison, hoping it would be successful.
The results were not very much different. The man of her choice turned out to be a married man in his late forties, and when she suggested they skip fucking and resort to gamahuching and frenching for satisfaction, he was horrified. He even attempted to rape her, but she managed to kick him in the shins and get out of his apartment.
For quite some time, Cecilia remained within her shell. She even thought of taking up with girls in order to be gamahuched, but she rejected that because she liked to french and that was just as important as was getting a hot come through being gamahuched. But strong as her desire was, the fear of rejection was stronger. Whenever she was tempted to go out with a man, she remembered the ugly, previous rejections and decided not to take the chance.
One evening she found herself alone in the house where she occupied a room as a tenant, with the thirteen-year-old son of the landlord. The thought occurred that while a man might reject her ideas, an experienced boy might see nothing strange in them. Also she remembered how her uncle had taught her the joys of fucking and other even more delicious pleasures at the early age of fifteen. So she determined to take the initiative and seduce the boy.
A few minutes later she came down to the living room where he was watching TV. He looked up, startled to see that she was wearing only bra, panties, garter belt and nylon stockings. "It's much too warm to wear anything more than this, Pete," she said with a warm smile, "and I hope you don't mind."
"Oh gee no, Miss Cecilia!" he breathed.
It didn't take long before he was feeling her and exchanging passionate kisses. Then she let him take off her bra and feel her naked titties. When finally she removed her panties for him, Pete was more than excited. She zipped down his pants, took out his stiff hard young cock, bent down and took it into her mouth. He uttered a groan and then suddenly shot off and she swallowed it.
"Now that I've done something nice for you, Pete, will you do as much for me?" she murmured.
"Oh sure, Miss Cecilia-oh gosh, that was just terrific-I never felt anything so nice in all my life!" he exclaimed.
"All right, you see I made you come when I sucked you. Now if you'll do the same thing to me, that'll be paying me back. Here, kneel down and do it, and put your hands on my bottom and squeeze hard."
He showed not the slightest repugnance or hesitation as he willingly knelt down and began to kiss and lick her cunt. Soon he brought her to a hot come. Then he looked up at her, blushing, and stammered, "Would you do that-you know-to my prick again?"
"Of course I will, darling. But I want you to suck my cunt again because it was ever so nice. Then I'll make it even nicer for you," she promised.
And so he complied and again Cecilia tasted the ecstasy of come. When it was over, she made him lie down on his back on the bed, knelt over him, bent down her head and began to lick and suck his prick. Pete became immediately addicted to it, and it was their regular custom every time they found themselves alone. It might have gone on indefinitely if the landlord hadn't entered the house quietly one evening and caught his son and his boarder in the act.
Pete was sent to his bedroom and told to wait for his lesson, and the landlord caught Cecilia by the wrist and dragged her down to the basement recreation room, warning her to submit if she didn't want the police called and find herself landed in jail for a good long term for corrupting a minor.
When he got her down to the room, he ordered, "Now take off all your clothes. This time you're going to know what a real man is like!"
Trembling and crying, Cecilia obeyed. When she stood before him naked, one hand covering her pussy and the other arm crooked over her titties, he commanded, "Now you can do what you did for my boy. Get down on your knees and blow me."
Cecilia looked at him, and some of her fear began to fade. She rather willingly sank down on her knees and, putting her hands to the backs of the man's hairy thighs, obligingly frenched him. But when she had finished, he took his belt out of his pants and gave her a severe flogging, then ordered her to pack and leave at once.
Alone and confused, Cecilia couldn't forget the enjoyment she had had with Pete, so she rented an apartment to give her the privacy she wanted and then began to look for boys. It was very simple to pick up eager boys who were just dying to find out what sex was all about. Taking them home, she would initiate them in both gamahuching and frenching, without the slightest resistance.
Before long, she found out that not only did the boys want to come back, but they also wanted to bring their friends.
She kept a diary of all her relations, and it was one of the most astounding personal records I have ever perused. One of the latest entries in it told of a Saturday afternoon when, by prior arrangement, fourteen boys, between thirteen and sixteen years of age came to her apartment. She had all of them strip naked, and then she did the same. She danced for them to the music of a record player, and then she had one of them gamahuch her while she stood there with her hands on her hips, weaving and squirming to the music until she came.
Then she had all fourteen boys line up as she sat in a comfortable chair and had them come to her one by one. She sucked them all off and swallowed their spunk. After she received two more hot comes by being gamahuched, she frenched five of the boys who were able to perform a second time. But when finally the afternoon was over, she had frenched boys to come no fewer than nineteen times!
About a week later, Cecilia was found stabbed to death in her apartment. The crime was never solved. The police still believe that the parents of one of the boys discovered what had been done and chose this drastic and vengeful method to end the life of this seductress of young boys.
I make no moral judgments and I hold no condemnations. It seems to me, however, that here again we have the odious "double standard" which warped Cecilia's life. It appears that the male is often so selfish that he thinks only of his own pleasure and considers the female's request for mutual gratification a proof of her "indecency." This is proved countless times by the comments of prostitutes whom I have interviewed, in which they indicate that "fellows come to us to get what they don't get at home. If a guy did that to his wife in return though, all his friends would say that being a muff-diver shows he isn't a man. That's why, I guess, a lot of fellows would never blow a girl's cunt or go down on it. But it's all right for her to do it to him. That's another story."
It is indeed another story, and so long as it exists, it shows that our so-called sexual revolution has really not come to its zenith.
CASE HISTORY: Norma A-
Norma A married at the age of twenty-three and was a virgin at the time. Her husband, four years older than herself, had had considerable sexual experience. On the second night of their honeymoon, he shocked Norma by telling her how much he enjoyed being frenched by a woman. The thought was abhorrent to her, but since she loved her husband and knew that her own parental training had never given her much background in sexual behavior, she agreed to do it for him.
Later that night, he had her sit on the bed while he taught her to frig herself with her index finger. This seemed very strange to her, but she relied on his experiences and posed no objections.
Finally, she got up courage enough to ask him about fucking, and she was absolutely shocked when he replied to her, "Personally, Norma, I think a woman ought to stay a virgin and get her kicks by frenching her husband and frigging herself, just the way you've done just now. Fucking isn't necessary at all."
I know that many of my readers will find it hard to believe, but I can personally vouch for this case. Norma accepted her husband's words without question, so they continued to employ the method of oral and tactual jacking off for two months, on an average of about four times a week.
But Norma lost her faith in her husband's ideas one evening when he brought a friend home to visit. In front of her, the topic of conversation turned to sex and both men discussed it with a candor and vulgarity that horrified her.
Later that evening, her husband stripped naked and his friend did the same. The quickness with which his friend did so indicated that this had all been pre-arranged between them.
When Norma was ordered to strip also, she hesitated. Once again, however, her husband prevailed upon her to obey, and she did so. The two men fondled and kissed and caressed her naked body and then her husband commanded her to kneel down and blow him.
Thereafter, she was obliged to stand in front of both men and frig herself while they discussed her reactions as they watched. A little later, she was again ordered to kneel and do a blow-job, but this time on their guest. She objected strenuously this time, but once again her husband compelled her to submit.
After the husband's friend had left, Norma remonstrated with her husband, but he remained adamant. He even told her that in future times he would bring many male friends home to see his virgin bride and that she would be expected to blow them all or else!
The next day while her husband was at work, Norma visited her family doctor and tried to tell him her story. He listened, asked many questions, and then advised her to bring action for a divorce.
After the divorce, Norma went back to work and concentrated on a readjustment to single life, but she soon found that the adjustment was extremely difficult. Despite the way her husband had abused and treated her, she had come to enjoy frenching.
Often as she walked the streets, she would look at a man and try to imagine that she could see his erect prick about to enter her mouth. This desire grew to the point where she had to force herself not to walk up to strange men and offer to blow them, as she told me.
The beach had become her favorite place for this sublimation, because when she looked at men in tight bathing trunks, it seemed to her that she could almost "touch and feel and see their pricks."
On one of her excursions to the beach, she wore an extremely brief bathing suit, and walked down to the end of the beach to find it almost deserted. Not too far away she suddenly observed a boy who was about fourteen or fifteen looking at her. She wasn't sure that her imagination wasn't playing her tricks, but she was certain he had a hard-on.
Walking over to him, she crouched down beside him and began to talk. In a few minutes she was sure of herself. In the plainest of words, as she told me, she said, "Would you like to suck me off?" Nervously, but eagerly, the boy accepted.
The thick bushes behind the beach provided a fine screen behind which, at his request, she pulled down the halter top of her suit and let him fondle her titties. A few minutes later she pushed down the bottoms of her suit and told him, "Feel me up. Stick your fingers in my pussy if you like, and get me nice and hot and then I'll really blow you."
He at once complied, and soon Norma felt as if she were ready to explode. She couldn't wait any longer and she told him to stop and then pulled his bathing trunks down. She knelt down and reached for his prick.
"Will you let me fuck you instead?" the boy panted.
Norma didn't answer. However, she held him firmly, her right thumb and forefinger against his scrotum, her left hand fondling and squeezing his shaft, and then she fed it into her mouth and began to suck at it until he spurted.
Delighted with his thrilling experience, the boy asked if they could meet again and she told him that she often came to the beach. The very next day she hurried right to the beach from work and there he was waiting for her.
Again, the act was repeated. But the next time she met the boy, there was another boy the same age sitting a short distance away. When she asked about him, she found out that he was a friend of her chance lover, and she said that both of them might come along behind the bushes and she would take care of them.
Within a month, she became something of a legend among the boys of the area, and as boys will do, they began to gossip. One day as she began a session with four boys, a plainclothesman stepped out of hiding. Taking the boys' names, he sent them away. Then he made Norma french him, after which he arrested her, charging her with indecent assault upon a male and contributing to the delinquency of juveniles.
I came to this case when the judge referred her to me, believing that it would be better for her to have some psychiatric treatment than to have her previously spotless life besmirched by a criminal conviction.
I am happy to report that the treatment was a complete success, and she is now radiantly married to a man who, she tells me with a smile, enjoys fucking as well as being Frenched, and will in turn gamahuch her. She assures me that she has no further interest in boys.
In one sense, we can hardly blame Norma for her obsession with the young male, since her sexual education was extremely limited and then she had the misfortune of running to a husband who was undoubtedly a homosexual and detested women. He would not otherwise have degraded her by forcing her to French his friends in his presence.
Yet, I am convinced after several sessions with her that her desire to give a man oral love was a kind of symbolic gesture of her trust and faith, which as we know was pitifully abused by her first husband.
CASE HISTORY:: Joanne C-
When Joanne C was a little girl, she was something of a tomboy who had no use for the company of her own sex. Indeed, she became so much a member of the group of boys with whom she played daily that they finally invited her to go into the bushes with them when they played "house and doctor."
Several of these boys, as it turned out, were homosexuals and began to bugger one another. Joanne, however, was delighted to be with these naked boys and was quite excited about their games. When she undressed, she allowed them to explore her body just as she did theirs.
The oldest boy in the group, who was about twelve, knew enough about fucking to want to try it with her. However, remembering her mother's warning about the terrible things that could happen to a girl who lets a boy do that, she refused.
However, her mother said nothing about her ass-hole, and so when the boy wanted to put his cock in there, she eagerly turned her bottom and accommodated him.
From that time on, she took on a new status with this gang and became their queen. Children are notorious gossips, so word soon reached the ears of her parents. There was an atrocious scene on the evening of the day the news had come to her father of her indiscretions. This time her naked bottom was severely thrashed with a doubled belt and her father told her that if he ever caught her doing anything like that again, he would have her committed to an institution.
She was kept under very strict surveillance after that, and in time developed more normal interests. Her parents soon after moved to Chicago, where she went to high school. Here she dated and engaged in a reasonable amount of necking, but kept her cherry. When she was twenty, she dated one man more regularly than the others, and their necking eventually became extremely passionate.
One evening, her lover fondled her bottom through her panties, the first time he had done that, and it brought back the vivid realization of her childish escapades. Joanne knew that she wanted him to bugger her.
Breaking off their embrace, she said, "Tom, take me to your apartment, please."
He stared at her greedily and nodded, "I sure will, baby. I sure will."
When they got to his apartment, both went into the bedroom at once and stripped naked. He began to fondle her, sucking her titties, caressing her belly, and inner thighs and pussy, and then laid her on the bed, parted her thighs and went between them.
"Oh no, not that!" she objected. "What's wrong?" he asked anxiously. "M want you to do it in the other hole. You know, in my bottom," she murmured. "You're crazy," he laughed.
But before Joanne could move away he had grabbed her by the titties and thrust his prick against her cunt and what happened then was actually rape, and it was painful. So she never saw him again after that night.
For the next several months, she stopped dating entirely and tried to banish this traumatic experience from her mind. But then things changed for her. Her office had hired a fifteen-year-old boy as a part-time messenger. Joanne had been pleasant to him and he obviously liked her.
She had begun to recall that it had been with boys that she had enjoyed buggering so much. The one time she had tried it with a man she had really loved, she had been rejected. Although Ted was older than the boys with whom she had learned these games, he was still a boy. He was fifteen and he would do what she wanted, not the other way around.
The next day she made some purchases during her lunch hour and instead of having them delivered, carried them back to her office. During the afternoon, while chatting with Ted, she told him about the parcels she had to carry and asked him if he would help her home with them. She also suggested that he could stay for dinner. He quickly agreed.
That evening, dressed so that she could show him as much as possible of her body, especially when she reached to bend over, she put herself out to be a charming hostess to make him completely at ease.
After dinner, she sat beside Ted on the couch and made sure he noticed how her dress gaped open at the bodice where she had unfastened the top button. She smiled when she caught him looking and then murmured, "Want me to undo another button?"
He agreed that that would be a lovely idea and he went on agreeing with her other suggestions until finally she tossed her dress over the arm of a chair and stood before him in bra and panties. These two were soon removed, and they stood face to face, as she took his wrists and led his hands to her titties, then urged him to feel her all over, as she locked her arms around him and kissed him. She made sure, however, that his hands paid plenty of attention to her round, full, creamy bottom cheeks.
Then she suggested that he strip naked, and she saw that he had a tremendous hard-on. Again, they stood face to face, fondling each other, and she whispered, "You know, when I was a little girl, I used to play with boys. They used to get behind me and bugger me. You know what that is, darling?"
Ted shook his head. "FU show you then, and you'll like it," she promised.
Then she knelt down on the floor, instructing him to kneel behind her bottom, and he was fumblingly sticking his prick into her ass-hole. Feeling him inside her, and jiggling herself back and forth to meet his thrusts, she felt ecstasy. Before he left that night, they repeated the act of sodomy.
Ted frequently visited her apartment after that, and while she still enjoyed being buggered by him, she kept remembering how excited he had been the very first time. It was this excitement, she decided, which was most thrilling of all, rather than the act itself. And so, when she could wit no longer, she went to a movie one afternoon, looked for a boy sitting by himself, then sat down beside him.
A few minutes after she began to edge her skirt up until she saw him steal quick glances. Then she boldly pulled one side of her skirt right up to the top, and by now the boy had stopped pretending even looking at the movie.
When she reached for his hand, he gave it to her and she put it on her bare thigh. He moved it up, and she opened her thighs to let him feel her pussy.
They began to whisper, and soon he followed her out of the theater. A few minutes later they were both naked in her apartment and he was excitedly telling her that he had never seen a naked woman before.
Joanne felt that she couldn't wait any longer, and so she said to him, "What I want you to do is put it in my bumhole. Will you, darling?"
The boy was startled, but finally agreed. Once again, Joanne felt that wild, savage and pagan excitement as the unknown boy fumbled between her bottom cheeks with his prick to find at last the puckering little slit of her bumhole.
She reached back to open up her bottom cheeks and made it easier for him. When he had shot his load into her, she let him remain there while she found her clitoris with her index finger and frigged herself until she came.
Thus, a continuing pattern began for her. Every time she felt the desire for a new boy, she would go to a movie and find one the same way. Sometimes the boy would be alarmed at her approach and moved away, but usually she had no difficulty.
Once the boy got to her apartment, she always got what she wanted. One of her boys had heard his older chums talk about gamahuching, and she was quite delighted to let him try that on her. Indeed she liked it so much that she kept him there kneeling and sucking and kissing her cunt until she came. Then she offered the same thing to other boys, and most of them accepted the double treat of buggering and gamahuching her.
At the age of thirty-six, Joanne had a serious attack of brain fever and was near death. During this period, she experienced remorse about having seduced so many boys to something she felt sure was really unnatural and wrong.
When she was released from the hospital, she came to me for treatment at the suggestion of her physician. She seems to have overcome the problem, and she has also learned to enjoy fucking with mature males. Since she is still stunningly attractive, she has no lack of partners.
My only hope is that having cured her original deviation, she will not turn to the equally serious problem of limitless promiscuity. Sometimes, in order to escape the stigma of one particular penchant of sexual behavior, the individual may go to the extreme in choosing a new approach. That would be the real danger for Joanne.
CASE HISTORY: Ethel B-
Ethel B was brought to me from another city by her husband, both being wealthy and socially prominent. At the time she first consulted with me, she was forty-three, but still quite attractive.
Her husband brought her to me because he had caught her in the act of frenching a boy of thirteen. He told me at the time that when he first came upon her doing this, his first impulse was to kill her. His next thought was divorce, but the scandal would destroy him socially nd harm him in his business life as well. Therefore, he believed that psychiatric treatment was the only alternative.
So after a long series of consultations, Ethel told me her story. Although it was considered a reasonably good marriage, her husband, who had been the victim of a Victorian kind of upbringing, had never been a very ardent or imaginative lover.
She had enjoyed a few discreet affairs before marriage, but she had not fucked her husband before getting married to him. By the time she discovered his lack of ability and interest in the bedroom, it was far too late.
So, by the time she reached forty, Ethel had more or less resigned herself to a life with almost no sexual activity. Then one day when she was walking in the grounds of their country mansion, she stopped to watch a group of neighborhood boys swimming in the creek at the far end of the estate. She observed that a few of them weren't wearing any trunks at all, and so hid behind some bushes to watch. To her surprise, she felt a wave of sexual excitement surge along her inner thighs.
Almost every day after that, she visited the same area. On the fateful afternoon, she found only two boys who were about twelve years of age. To her dismay, she saw that both were wearing bathing trunks as they came out of the water.
She was about to leave when she suddenly saw them standing on the bank and pulling their trunks partly down. Then, panting with excitement, she saw each boy play with the other's prick, until both had hard-ons.
And then, still more to her amazement, she saw one of the boys bend his head down and take the other boy's prick into his mouth. He held it there for only a few moments, and then the other boy emulated him. Her memory flashed back more than twenty years to a time when a young man had coaxed her to do that for him after he had brought her to a climax by gamahuching her. She had found both acts very exciting.
Before she could control the impulse, Ethel had hurried around the bushes and come face to face with the two boys. She threatened to tell their parents what she had caught them doing, then took them to a log cabin not far from the creek.
There she had them take their trunks off and, taking a prick in each hand, she began to fondle them. Right away their fear was lost, and both very quickly had hard-ons.
"Would you like me to take off my clothes, too;" she asked.
They gulped and nodded.
When she was naked, Ethel invited them to fondle her, and then she began to feel a fierce degree of sexual arousal, more than she had had in all the time of her marriage.
Finally, she told the boys what she had in mind, and though they were nervous, they agreed.
The younger of the two volunteered to go first. Ethel laid down on the couch, spread her thighs, and took hold of the back of his head as she guided his mouth to her cunt. Then she whispered to him, "Stick in your tongue, dear, and find the little button there."
He caught on quickly, and Ethel tells me that she had one of the best comes that she could ever remember.
When she came to after the delicious swooning fit of the orgasm, Ethel saw that he still had his hard-on. She sat up on the edge of the couch, took his prick into her mouth, and with her hands squeezing his bottom cheeks, she made him spurt. Even after his prick had stopped spurting, she kept it between her lips while the boy uttered moans of delight.
Much braver then, the other boy knelt down and pressed his face against her cunt. Having watched his friend, he required less guidance and he soon brought her to a second hot come.
This time she had to rest a few minutes, and while she did so, the boys had fun by playing with her titties, legs, and pussy, which fascinated them. Licking her lips, she drew the second boy to her and took his prick into her mouth. Just as she had done with the other, she squeezed his bottom cheeks throughout and held his cock in her mouth a long time after he had finished sending his gism into it.
Before the boys had left, she arranged that they would come to the cabin the next day and try to avoid heing seen by the other boys who might sometimes come to the creek.
As she had never had children of her own, Ethel had often wondered what it would feel like to spank a child. The second time the boys came to the cabin, she told them about this secret desire. Although they were reluctant to get spanked, they agreed to her offer that they could spank her too if they wanted to in return.
She spanked both boys and then allowed both to spank her. After that, she frenched them and they gamahuched her, and again she ws thrilled beyond her wildest dreams.
In a few weeks, she allowed the boys to bring a friend or two but stipulated that they must bring only those whom they could trust not to talk. With each boy it was the same pattern: first the spankings, then gamahuching, and then frenching.
This went on for almost three years before her husband, whether by accident or having heard some rumor about his wife's activities in the log cabin, walked in and found his wife frenching a boy whose bottom was extremely red from a sound spanking.
Ethel responded well to my treatment and did not at all resist my efforts to help her understand her problem. It was not surprising that at his age her husband was not able to contribute more sexual ardor.
On the other hand, I cannot absolutely say for certain with any assurance that Ethel has not, on some occasions, found an opportunity to indulge her first love with boys, though she tells me that she has absolutely abstained from them.
The situation with her husband is such that, since she will not divorce him and create a scandal, and yet she is still healthy and desires sexual pleasure, she may ultimately return to what she always found pleasant. And therein may be the tragedy, because one day, a boy's parent may not be quite so understanding as her husband in bringing her to me for psychiatric treatment.
Sexual behavior is sometimes like a fever which casts aside all rational and sensible ideas. A man or woman can risk his or her reputation for life for a misguided moment of lust. It is something that we as parents must think about when our children come into contact with women who may harbor some dark yearning, just as we must understand and sympathize with the motivations which compel these women to do what they do. Only through better understanding and tolerance can we finally come to realize the dangers as well as the happy potential of sexual wakening.