Chapter 6
Susan W-, 39 yrs. Blonde. Single. 5'6", 122 lbs. Teacher.
I didn't have any sexual experiences of any kind until I was eighteen years old. That's partly my fault but it's also because of my parents and the way I was brought up. You see, my parents are extremely religious and are devout members of this little Pentecostal congregation that meets over a store owned by one of the congregation's members. They've always said that it's the nearest thing to the kind of church they remembered from West Virginia-we moved to the city here when I was a year old-and that they've always clung to it for that reason.
Whatever the true nature of that church, it is fiercely devoted to the old ways. Periodically when I was growing up the preacher would mount a campaign against what he called "modern fashions" and all the children would have to put up with an endless series of sermons and tirades against dancing, smoking, extreme use of cosmetics and all sorts of other things which the minister and most of the congregation believed were "works of the devil." Perhaps that's one reason why none of the children I grew up with remained faithful to that way of life-we all associated it with prohibitions forbidding us to do what every other child our own age was doing.
Of course sex was so forbidden that we didn't even dare talk about it. I don't understand how the West Virginians get around this prohibition but they seem to do so with a great deal of regularity, to judge from the statistics on illegitimacy. I made a point of looking that up in the census records and I was more than a little surprised to find that the county my parents came from had one of the highest per capita rates of illegitimacy in the entire country! Perhaps the sermons there made even less impression on those people than the sermons I heard made on me, I don't know.
However that may be, I had no idea at all of the emotional dynamite contained between my legs until I was eighteen-almost nineteen, really-and beginning college. Mom and Dad wouldn't let me date when I was in high school and still at home, except under circumstances that dismayed all the boys I knew, and it took a great deal of convincing before they agreed to let me go off to college. My very first date tried to make me and I was simply horrified at the way he behaved. Kissing, I thought, was nice but when this fellow tried running his hand up my leg I was sure that I was being raped.
I mentioned this to my roommate when I got back to the dorm and she nearly died laughing. At first she wouldn't believe that I was serious but after a while I managed to convince her that I was perfectly sincere. Fortunately she was a compassionate soul and, once she accepted my story, she took pity on me and gave me a fairly complete idea of what I'd been missing up until that time. I found it difficult to believe that people could really do all the things she told me about, much less enjoy them, but she seemed so sincere that I had to accept her at her word. I could never get my nerve up for the real thing, though; whenever a boy would touch me and begin trying something serious in a sexual way, I'd always lose my nerve and chicken out. You can imagine that I didn't have too much of a social life for most of my stay at college.
Once I'd gotten my degree and had started teaching, though, it was a little different. I had to force myself to go to bed with a man for the first time. He was one of my fellow teachers at the first school I had and he was also married. We met at a shopping center one evening at dusk and spent a couple of hours in a motel. I didn't come, when he did it to me that first time, but I learned enough about myself that I could see the possibilities. I also learned something else-where to find a bookstore that had a nice collection of magazines, those illustrated from Denmark, showing people doing all these bizarre things to each other. He had a fixation on them and brought along three or four to the motel. As he played with me and got himself hard, we both looked at the pictures and commented on them. I found out where he'd gotten them and determined to pay a visit to that place myself.
As a result of my interest in lewd pictures, I became very interested in such things and taught myself how to masturbate. For a couple of years that was my sex life-looking at scandalously detailed sex pictures and masturbating. This all changed one afternoon, when I'd been teaching three years, and found one of my favorite students going down on another teacher behind the stage. I'd gone back there to find a piece of lighting equipment which I wanted for a drama production I was planning and I saw Suzie kneeling in front of Roger, a math teacher. I surprised them in flagrante delicto, as the saying has it, and judging from the groans of joy that I heard from Suzie she was enjoying it about as much as Roger was.
"What's going on here?" I blurted out as soon as I saw them.
Of course it took me a moment to realize what she was doing to him-although I'd seen many pictures of girls sucking cock it was the first time I'd seen it in real life-but when I understood I was horrified. Roger turned and nearly fainted when he saw me but poor Suzie was too excited to be able to do anything but reach out for his prick and try to get it back in her mouth.
"Ooohh, cock! Sweet cock!" she moaned, a frantic, lost expression coming over her face. "Give me that cock again!"
"Go ahead, Roger, let her have it," I found myself saying. "Poor thing, she looks to be in bad straits! Go on, let her eat you!"
I think he was as surprised by my awareness of what they were doing as he was by my catching them. I had a straitlaced reputation around that school, which didn't bother me especially, but I wasn't going to do anything that particular afternoon to bolster that reputation! I wanted most of all to see her do it to him. By this time, however, Suzie had lost enough of her excitement to understand what had happened, though she was still sufficiently aroused to be a precocious, forward little slut.
"Come on, let's do him together!" she said, giving me a sly look and licking her lips greedily. "He's horny enough to handle two women; it'll do us both good to work on him!"
I was totally surprised by that, naturally, but I had a few surprises of my own. The sight of her licking his cock like that had simply overwhelmed me with sensual feelings. I'd never felt anything like it before in my life.
"All right, I'm willing to help out," I said, bringing a look of the most absolute astonishment to Roger's face. "Suppose we take turn about with him? I'll work on him a while and you can finish him up-how would that be?"
"Groovy!" she exclaimed, almost beside herself with delight at my response. "Hey, what if you were to drop your panties and let him plow that cunt of yours? Then, just before he creams, he can pull out and let me finish him off!"
"That sounds like a marvelous idea," I said, lifting my skirt and lowering my panties far enough so that he could get his prick in me.
Poor Roger, he didn't have a chance! He was so astounded at the way I accepted Suzie's suggestions that he was virtually brainwashed into going along with our ideas. I took him that way, half-clothed and bending over at the waist with him behind me. I didn't say anything about it being the first time any man had ever done it to me; I was too intent on getting it accomplished and enjoying it. My pussy was plenty wet and hot and he slipped in without a hitch, though I thought for a moment I would have to make him stop. Then I realized that the hurt wasn't anything compared to the marvelous sensations I was receiving and so I began enjoying it.
Suzie was a little surprised at my readiness to go along with her outrageous schemes but once we'd begun she was too much of a sexpot not to cooperate completely. She had her hand inside Roger's trousers and was feeling of his balls as he drove his prick inside me. At the time I thought that he was enormous, even though I'd seen larger ones in the books I'd bought, and I was conscious only of this tremendously big thing plowing deeper and deeper inside me. He didn't take long to get his m climax, however, and he pulled it out long before I'd gotten close to coming. I whirled around as soon as he'd taken it out of my cunt so I could watch Suzie go down on him.
She wasn't a bit backward or reluctant to do it to him. The fact that he'd been halfway inside my pussy only seconds before did nothing at all to slow her down; if anything, the taste of my cunty oils only made her eat him all the more vigorously. She held her head far back and he was driving his cock in and out of her mouth at a furious rate. Suddenly he reared up onto the balls of his feet, gave a loud groan and then it was happening to him. I could see his prick swell with every beat of his heart; the come must have pumped through his cock at a very rapid rate. Poor Suzie couldn't keep up with his discharge and a small strand of sperm dribbled out the corner of her mouth. I reached out with a hand and wiped it off, then tasted of it myself. It was extremely delicious, I thought, and I began envying her for the part of the act she'd chosen.
Suzie must have circulated stories about my lewdness because it wasn't long after that that I began getting a very different kind of look from certain of the more sophisticated boys in the school, as well as a few plain, outspoken proposals. I wasn't eager to accept any of those invitations, however, because I didn't trust the boys who issued them. I had a different idea, one involving a sophomore lad named Frank who was having a bit of trouble in one of my classes. I suggested to him that he might stop by my classroom for some extra conferences after school was out and he agreed. It didn't take long to get him interested in conferring about a quite different matter and finally I invited him over to my apartment one evening.
I took care to wear a very revealing hostess gown, without a thing underneath it, and when I opened the door to let him in his eyes popped out almost. He wasn't used to seeing me in anything but that plain, dowdy uniform I wore to school. He followed me into the apartment and I sat him down in a chair across the cocktail table from me. I'd planned it that way, so that whenever I leaned toward him he'd be able to see down the front of my gown. He couldn't keep his eyes off my breasts.
"What's the matter, Frank?" I asked after he'd bored holes in my breasts almost. "You seem to be distracted."
"I don't know," he mumbled. "I guess I'm just not paying much attention to these books or something."
"Oh, it's my gown," I said, pretending to understand all of a sudden. "The thing's cut a little low, I guess. But that shouldn't bother you; I imagine that you've seen things a lot more interesting."
"No, I never saw anything like that," he mumbled, turning red and continuing to eye my breasts through the gown.
"Really? Then you must enlighten yourself," I said, and I allowed the loose-cut gown to edge down my shoulders so that my breasts were exposed. "There, that isn't so much, is it?"
"Gee, they're beautiful!" he murmured, licking his lips and making my body crawl with tingly feelings of anticipation. "They're even better than...."
"Better than what?" I asked, not expecting a reaction like that. "Better than whose?"
"Oh, some of the guys at school think you're stacked fairly well," he said with that devastating frankness the young can so innocently use, "and some other guys think you're really built!"
"Do I take it, then, that you're in the latter group?" I asked, giving him an inviting smile. "Yes, I suppose so. All right then, I'll consider myself complimented! Er, would you like to feel of them? Just to satisfy yourself that they're real and not faked?"
He came over and sat down beside me. The touch of his fingers on my naked breasts, for the first time in my life, inspired something besides fear and loathing in me. I'd begun to reap the fruits of all that time I'd spent in looking at my collection of fuck pictures, I told myself, and wondering if perhaps some day I could be one of the women displayed in them. Frank seemed to want to do more than run his fingers over my breasts but was afraid to go on. I certainly wanted him to go on and I finally decided that I would have to lead him to where I wanted him to go.
"Help me take my gown off," I asked him, almost beside myself with desire by this time. "I want you to see everything!"
"I want it too!" he whispered, fumbling with the gown but managing to get it off without tearing anything. "God, you're lovely!"
When I was completely naked I basked in his eyes. He couldn't do a thing for a moment or two and I twisted around on the couch so that I could put one foot up onto the back of it and let the other drag down on the floor. This opened my pussy up to him completely and he almost devoured me with his eyes. I loved displaying my pussy to him, showing it to him and opening it up with my fingers, running them over the lips and up into my cunt, stroking my clitoris, all those things. I'd developed quite a bit of skill at masturbating and I knew just how to tease myself along and get my body primed for an orgasmic explosion of the first order.
"Do you like to watch a woman play with herself?" I whispered, continuing to stroke those swollen, feverish lips and wetting my fingers with the cuntal drip that was stronger than ever. "Do you like to see her excite herself, make herself even hotter than she's ever been before?"
"Yes, I like that!" he murmured, trembling and so eager to reach out and take me that he could hardly restrain himself.
"Would you like to do it to me? Run your fingers over my pussy, dip them into my cunt, bathe them in my oil? Or maybe you'd rather undress and show me some of the sweet things you have hidden!"
He leaped up and tore off his clothes. When he pulled his briefs down--his cock popped out of them and sprang to rigid attention. It wasn't as big as some I'd seen in my picture collection, which was just as well, because I might have been frightened off by a really large one. I'd learned, from letting Roger put his cock into me at that time at school, that it could feel good when a cock went into your pussy but I might have become frightened had he been equipped with one of those king-sized tools.
His was just right. I guess it was about six inches long and somewhere between one and two inches thick. It looked to be as hard as a rock, with big veins running up and down it; the head was naked, since the foreskin had slipped back, and it swelled out like a big turnip. Almost turnip colored too, now that I think of it. Anyway, it looked just beautiful and I could feel myself getting readier with every beat of my heart.
"That's a fine looking prick," I said. "What would you like to do with it?"
"Well, you know," he said, getting embarrassed at having to come right out and say the words.
"Would you like to fuck me with it?" I asked, relishing his youthful naivete and wanting to heighten the tension as much as possible. "Would you like to put it in my cunt and work it back and forth until you shoot off? Or maybe you'd like it better if I were to take it in my mouth and suck it until you came? Hmmm? Or maybe you've even got some different ideas altogether?"
"Gee, I don't know, it all sounds good," he said. "What would you like? I never did any of that!"
"Really? Then perhaps I can teach you a lot this evening," I said, not quite believing him but ready to play along.
I wasn't about to tell him that I'd never sucked a man off before or that I'd never even let one fuck me to the point of orgasm. Even if I was almost a virgin, I was much more in command of the situation and I vowed that I would make the most of it. He came over a little closer and I reached up to take his cock with one hand. It was hot as fire and was dripping, just to show you how excited he was.
"Are you close to coming?" I asked. "If you are then maybe I'd better suck you off real quick. Then you can get between my legs and give me a complete fuck. How would that be?"
"That sounds wonderful," he said. "I like the way your hand feels."
"There's something you ought to understand," I told him, keeping my hand on his cock and slowly rubbing it. "And that's this: a woman-likes to hear her lover say things like prick and cunt and fuck! They mean such wonderful things to her! You mustn't be afraid to say exactly what's on your mind and you mustn't worry about politeness. I'm not a schoolgirl, you know!"
"All right," he agreed. "I like the way you're holding my cock; how's that? And I'm dying for you to suck me off too!"
"That's the kind of invitation I've been waiting for," I said with a smile. "Now get over and fuck my mouth!"
He brought his prick closer and I put my lips over it. The flesh of his cock was so hot I thought for a moment that I'd surely blister my lips and mouth. It didn't happen though; it just felt good. I ran my tongue over that satin-smooth flesh, savoring the taste of his pre-come, and then I forced the head of his cock up against the roof of my mouth with my tongue. He groaned when he felt the pressure I was putting on him and then he shoved hard, forcing more of the tool into my mouth.
"Unngghh! Oohh!" he groaned, stiffening his young body and quivering with delight. "I'm coming already!"
"Mmmmm! Gllbb!" I replied, continuing the pressure and moving my head around so I could exert even stronger pressure on him.
I had my hand over his balls and they felt wonderful, like two giant eggs caught in that soft little sack hanging down there. He didn't have much hair, he was that young, and the soft, almost downy fuzz was extremely pleasant to feel. That's one thing, I guess, that most turns me off mature men-that growth of thick, dark hair all around their cocks. Some of them, you know, almost seem to have developed a veritable jungle down there.
Frank was so excited by it all that he couldn't restrain himself. It wasn't long at all until he let go with his come. I was very surprised at the ferocity of his climax, as well as by how much sperm he shot out; nothing I'd ever read or seen before had prepared me for that. I'd promised myself long before that I'd suck him off if he'd let me and that I would drink his come as though it were water, no matter how bad it might taste. I was a little surprised at how nice it was. Some women I'd heard talking-mostly teachers in the lounge at school-had carried on as though it was perfectly dreadful but I loved it from the very start. It had a very salty, bittersweet kind of taste that appealed to me and it was so hot and thick, so full of life and vigor, that I just about passed out when it was flooding my mouth and shooting out in those big, strong gusts that he generated. I swallowed frantically, massaging his balls and glorying in the way they were leaping about inside their bag, and kept it up until his cock didn't have a single tremor left in it.
"Marvelous!" I sighed when he took his cock out of my mouth. "Just beautiful! And you? How did you like it?"
"Out of sight!" he exclaimed. "I didn't believe that a girl would do anything like that!"
"You just saw and felt the proof of the contrary," I told him, smiling as sweetly as I could. "And my, you're still hard! I sucked you as well as I could and it didn't do a thing to lessen that stiffness! Perhaps you'd better get on me and let's see if we can't relieve you of that condition!"
He didn't need much urging at all, naturally. When they're very young like that, I suspect, they're always ready to go and it doesn't take much encouragement to get them persuaded to give you what you want. He scrambled around to get between my legs. I had to hold him off, he was that eager to get it rammed up my cunt, in order to work myself to just the pitch I wanted before I let him open up my pussy with his cock.
"Be careful," I urged, reaching down to grasp his cock with one hand as I continued to stroke my clitoris with the other. "I'm so close to coming; I don't want to lose this wonderful feeling you've created in me. Here, just let me touch your prick to my pussy-there, isn't that nice?"
For months I'd been teasing myself with fantasies about a lover poised over me as I rubbed the head of his cock up and down the lips of my pussy, touching it to my clitoris and even rubbing it over the mouth of my ass-hole. That all seemed like such a wonderful way of exciting myself that I had determined to see if it would really be that good in real life. To my great satisfaction, I found that it was even better. His cock was so hot, so hard, that it simply radiated sensuality and made me want it more than I'd ever dreamed possible.
"Don't try to shove it all the way in," I warned him as I worked the tool up and down my slit and got even closer to letting go with a big climax. "You've got to be gentle with a girl remember that their pussies are very sensitive and tender! You can easily make a girl lose all her excitement if you're too strong and rough at a time like this!"
"God, you're like fire!" he muttered, biting his lips to keep from shouting with joy. "You pussy's burning me up!"
"I'm hot, Frank, hot for your cock!" I whispered, running my lips over his throat and chest. "Oohh, your cock is so good, so sexy! It makes me want to do things I've never done before!"
That was a slip, I'll admit, and I'd have really been hard pressed to come up with a satisfactory lie if he'd caught me and wanted to know what I wanted to do that I'd never done before. I wanted to pass myself off as the totally experienced, ultra-worldly woman who had done everything, you see. The reason I was so insistent about him not driving his cock home immediately was this: I'd decided that perhaps, if I made him take his time and let me work out those things I'd dreamed about, I wouldn't panic when it came time for him to shove it into my cunt and deliver the fucking I'd been hoping for. It seemed to me that if I made him wait until the last possible moment preferably until I'd already felt my cunt clench up and begin those preliminary twitches that inevitably lead to a climax then maybe I'd be able to get his cock in all the way and not get afraid of it.
My plan was working out even better than I'd expected. I suppose he was still somewhat in awe of me, being so much older than him and also one of his teachers, that he didn't dare force the issue. At least, he didn't try to put his cock in me before I was ready. Fortunately it didn't take long: the sensations were incredibly strong and I loved the feel of his hard cock in my hand, as well as the way it rubbed up and down the flesh of my pussy. I could feel my cunt getting tighter and tighter with every breath I took and finally I couldn't stand it any longer. I settled my feet into the backs of his knees, gripped him tightly with my thighs and looked up at him.
"God, I'm ready for it!" I whispered, hardly able to make the words come out. "Darling, can you get your mouth down on my nipple? Kiss me there as you put your cock in the mouth of my cunt? I'm about to come and I'm sure that'll be all I need to finish the job! Would you like to make me come?"
"You know I would," he said, though I really knew that he was more interested in making himself come again. "Just tell me when and I'll give you all the cock you want!"
He twisted around a little and got his mouth down on my right breast. The feel of his lips on my nipple was incredibly sensual and that itself was almost enough to being me off by itself. I aimed his cock into the mouth of my cunt, poising it so that it would go straight in with the least amount of force, and then I gasped out my order for him to fuck me.
"Anngghh!" I cried out, feeling my cunt and womb burst into a shower of orgasmic feeling. "I'm coming already! Oohh, fuck me, Frank, fuck my hot cunt! Owww!"
"Hunnhh!" he grunted, working his hips forward and sending the head of his cock deep into my twitching cunt. "Oohh, it's too much!"
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck my cunt!" I cried out again, shuddering violently as the come became even stronger and mounted in intensity. "Aiiee!"
Even though he'd just shot off a few moments before he was virile enough to be able to do it again and to do so with a great deal of force. My cunt was swollen shut, almost, due to the long period of excitement as well as to my lack of experience, and I felt his prick boring into me with the utmost clarity. It seemed that his cock had doubled or perhaps tripled in size, though I'm sure that this was due more to the extremely sensitive condition of my hole, and each thrust brought the head of that big tool deeper and further into my flesh. I fucked back at him for a moment but then my orgasm became too strong I couldn't do anything but lie there and moan as he whipped his cock in and out of my cunt.
Frank began shooting come not too long after he got his cock in my cunt but he kept on working it back and forth; he said later that the friction made his prick throb until it almost came off. I'd have liked that, I think; to have fucked a man until his cock actually fell off and remained in my cunt, that would have been a real achievement! Then I could have had one of my own and I could use it whenever I wanted it. It didn't happen that way, of course, and his prick remained rooted to his body. His sperm, however, was a different matter.
If it had felt good when it was shooting into my mouth, filling my throat with its hot, sticky essence, it felt equally good in a slightly different way, one that I can't specifically define when it was shooting the same hot, thick cream into the depths of my cunt. He drove it in so far that I could actually feel his balls resting against my buttocks and hanging down over my ass-hole they were still jerking and twitching as they pumped out an endless stream of come and I could feel them against my body.
"Ooohh, you're shooting come all over me!" I moaned, recovering a little as the peak of my own orgasm dwindled away. "Fuck, darling, fuck it all out! Drown me with come! Shoot it all! I love it!"
He was so overjoyed and so deeply engaged in coming that he couldn't answer. I was a little surprised at the way he kept on pumping that tool in and out of me. I'd always heard, from other women, that a man just shot off and that was it. Frank wasn't that way, and I've since learned that a lot of other very young fellows aren't that way either. If anything, that first come only makes them all the more determined to keep pounding that cock into you. I really enjoy that, the way they become so possessed with the desire to have you completely and they lose all sense of self-control.
"Agghh! I'm getting ready to come again!" I choked out in surprise as I felt my cunt and womb give another little convulsive twitch. "Oohh, Frank, you're fucking me out of my mind! Do it to me, darling, fuck me again! Make me come again!"
Nothing could have stopped him, I suppose, though I certainly wouldn't have done anything to keep him from doing just what he wanted. I wasn't so far gone that I couldn't experiment, however, and I'd already learned one thing that was very interesting. I'd found that my position gave me superior leverage and that my working my hips and thighs together I could force him away from my body. I began matching this motion to his and soon I was in complete command of the act.
I would force him out of me with that little motion and then, once I'd pulled away from him so that his cock was nestled in the mouth of my cunt, I would relax my grip. He was so insistent, so determined, that he would then spring forward and his prick would go slicing deep into my cunt. By rotating my hips a little, I found, I could give a little corkscrew motion to the withdrawal and this made my cunt do even more fantastic things to his prick. It also made my clitoris scrape against the top of his tool; that, together with the way he rubbed his belly against it when he was deep inside me, was enough to give me deliriously pleasing sensations and build up my sensitivity until I was again poised on the brink of another tremendously violent sensual explosion.
"NOW! Do it now!" I blurted out, tingling all over and feeling as though I were going to burst into a million pieces. "Uhhh! Ooohh! Fuck my cunt all the way!"
He was plunging in and out of my cunt like a mad beast and I was doing everything I could to encourage him. I almost strangled, or I thought I was; I just couldn't get enough oxygen into my lungs for a moment or two. I was certainly getting enough prick in my pussy, though! He was jabbing into me as far as he could, crushing my clitoris against his belly and mashing the lips of my pussy flat against the base of his dick. I couldn't do anything more, once my own come had started exploding within me, so I just laid there and he kept on shoving and pounding and humping.
"Arrgghh! Ooohh!" he grunted, pulling way out and pausing there for a moment when his big cock began twitching and leaping about as it prepared itself for another gushing display of passion.
He slammed his prick home one last time and kept it there, as deep as it would go, and I felt him shooting come into the mouth of my womb. It was really good, laying there and feeling him making it; I wish at times that that good, relaxing feeling could last forever. He stayed on me for several minutes after he'd shot off that last time. Then he straightened up and looked at the clock on my mantel. He saw that it was time to go and he began pulling his prick out of me.
"Let me have one last suck before you go!" I whispered, intensely eager to taste his cock after it had fucked me so well. "Let me lick the come off it for you before you put it up!"
He looked at me for a moment and then he pulled it out. I clapped both hands over my pussy, pinching the lips together so I could keep his sperm locked inside me, and then he moved up so I could get my mouth on his cock. It was glistening wet with all the come he'd shot out and my own pussy juices; I never saw anything I wanted to taste quite so much! I opened my mouth and he stuck it in. The mingled tastes were fantastically satisfying to me and they told me, better than any other single thing could have told me, that we had both reached the absolute heights of sexual passion. I ran my tongue over every inch of his prick, covering the entire surface, and licked off every drop of the love oils we'd put on it. When I was through he allowed me to lick his balls something that really excited him; I think he was sorry then that he had to leave! and then I gave up.
"You've got to go," I told him. "If I do that much more I'll want you to fuck me again. And that just wouldn't do, not when it's this late!"
He agreed and then he got dressed and left. I laid there a long time, remembering every detail of the things we'd done together and fingering my pussy. I found it highly erotic to take my finger and run it into my cunt, then transfer the sensual wetness to my nipples. For some reason that really excited me and I closed up the evening by masturbating myself to two orgasms, both of them deliciously pleasing. The sperm and cunt together dried on my nipples after a time and I had a nice, scaley coating of crusted love juice to decorate them I only regretted that I couldn't leave them like that for a longer period of time.
Frank was rather ambivalent toward me. On the one hand, he was interested in getting more of that wild, frantic sexual pleasure, as I was, but he also felt very guilty for some reason. Perhaps he thought he was taking advantage of me, I don't know. Certainly I never made any claim of any sort on him and I went out of my way to make it very clear that I had no expectations of our little affair ever being anything more that simply a meeting of a hard prick and a hungry pussy. Or maybe that's what the matter was he wanted more than that.
Whatever the real explanation, we saw each other for about six months before he finally stopped coming to see me. He would visit me in my apartment at least once a week, sometimes almost every afternoon or evening, and we always spent virtually every moment of those meetings in bed. I persuaded him that I wanted to make love in every conceivable way and during that period I succeeded in accomplishing my goal almost entirely. I don't suppose there were more than one or two of the most exotic positions we didn't try and as I became more accustomed to him, I discovered that I could get exquisitely pleasing orgasms in just about all of them.
After Frank left or perhaps I should say, didn't come back I cast around for some other likely candidate. I found him, after a time, another very callow, very inexperienced lad in the sophomore class. I managed to convey my interests to him and to let him know that I would be interested in seeing him alone and after that, it wasn't any time until he was between my thighs and fucking madly. He lasted almost a year, that one did, and then he too was gone.
I've had a total of seven young lovers in the last five years. Some of them haven't been as good as Frank and two were even better. One of them had a superb cock on him, a full nine inches of prick that was almost perpetually hard, and he simply loved ramming it up my cunt! Just as I loved feeling it slide in there, I might add. Eventually he became a little too forward making lewd advances to me in school, calling me all hours to discuss his erotic fantasies, things like that and it seemed safest to terminate the relationship before he became even more out of hand. On the whole, however, my experiences with young lads have been a source of great pleasure to me. I also think that I've managed to teach them a few things about lovemaking which might be useful to them later on, once they get married. Of course, I don't expect that their wives would feel exactly that way but then I haven't inquired as to their views!
Susan W-, as she said in her case history, presented a very plain and unprepossessing appearance to our investigators. Although she dressed in a very severe, plain style, one could see hints of an excitingly shaped body beneath her dowdy clothing. One could also imagine that with a very little reshaping of her hair and perhaps some added makeup, she would be an attractive woman. However, she defended her appearance by saying that a teacher's appearance did not matter; the important thing was the instructional capability.
What a contrast with the woman lurking beneath that placid, docile exterior! One is naturally lead to suspect element of schizophrenia (or split personality) when considering such remarkably different patterns of behavior in the same individual. There were, however, none of the other customary symptoms associated with schizophrenia. Susan appeared to take a perverse kind of pleasure in the wide disparity between her appearance at school and her unrestrained behavior within the confines of her apartment. None of her closest friends knew of her addiction to pornographic pictures, of her masturbatory fantasies or of her relationship with the youths whom she selected as her sexual partners. She consciously strove to keep those two aspects of her life the teacher side and the "at home" side separated and succeeded far better than most who attempt such a feat.
We believe that the dominant characteristic in Susan's case is one very similar to that found in the case of Anne P-, described above in chapter two. That is, Susan saw herself as an instructress in the sexual arts and dedicated herself to giving young men the kind of instruction which she had not been allowed to have as a young girl. Her parents' devotion to a narrow, cold form of religion wreaked untold damage on the girl's personality and, we are sure, prevented her from developing satisfactory relationships with other young people during adolescence. Such deprivation is extremely important, of course, because it is then that patterns of personality become finally set. Although Susan had not been inside a church for many years at the time of our interview, she still bore the marks of that earlier experience and manifested in her bizarre sex life the undying influence of her parents and their adherence to a religious life style seldom found in modern, urban America.