Chapter 9
Up to this point all of our case histories have been concerned with the wives who commit certain indescretions. The boys who are partners in their erotic meanderings have not been able to disclose their side of the story. There is a good reason for this.
Since most of these cases took place months or even years before I contacted the women involved, the boys, for the most part, were no longer on the base. In almost every case, whenever the sexual alliance had been discovered, the boy was forced to move off the base. In some instances, his family was also forced to move.
Yet, their side of the story must contain some important facts which their elder companions chose to conceal. In spite of the complete honesty that each woman was pledged to, there can be no doubt that certain incidents or states of mind existed which were too painful to describe.
Several months after my entry into this field of research, I was fortunate enough to make contact with a boy who had been the object of sexual intentions by a military wife. To my astonishment and very good fortune, the boy had, in fact, been a partner in three such interludes, at various military bases in America. It was a rare stroke of good fortune and one which I knew would shed a great deal of light on our subject.
The boy's name is Clifford G. He was, in the slang expression, an "Army brat". He had been raised in a succession of Army posts by his uncle and aunt who were career Army people. His father had been killed in the Korean war and his real mother had just dropped out of sight.
At the time of our interview he was nineteen years old and a sophomore at a leading Eastern university. In the beginning he was reluctant to disclose the facts of his childhood, but after a number of days of outlining my project to him, he agreed.
Our first formal interview took place in his dormitory. Clifford was a short, well-built, dark-haired boy who looked much older than his years. He spoke very quickly and surely, punctuating his statements with a jab of his finger.
I began the interview with this question: "Now, when all those activities are far behind you, do you feel that the experience of being used sexually by a number of women has seriously hurt your growing-up process?"
He thought for a long while before answering: "At first I did not. When I left the life of the Army base for the last time, I thought all that was behind me. But, upon entering the university, I realized that I was not like other young men. I had a different outlook toward sex and toward life in general."
"How," I asked him, "does this different outlook manifest itself in actual practice?"
"Well," he replied, "I find that the girls at the university do not interest me. They seem childish. Secondly, I live for the moment, without planning ahead, ready to take my pleasures where and when I find them."
He was, I realized, a remarkably intelligent and sophisticated young man.
Clifford then began the story of the first time he was seduced. At the time, he was twelve years old.
"It was at a base near the Canadian border. The summers there are incredibly short and the brief siege of sunshine and warmth seems to turn people into sex-hunters. Looking back now, I realize it was a case of rape. Now it is amusing. Then it was not so, in fact, it took me weeks to recover from the incident and my uncle, though he never knew what happened, wanted to send me to the base psychiatrist. You can imagine in what a bad state I was after the event.
"When summer comes to that godforsaken base, it is traditional to have a tremendous base party, with all personnel at the base attending, both officers and enlisted men. As a child, I was not allowed to attend but there was a tradition for the children to sneak out and watch the festivities.
"The festivities consist of dancing and drinking. I waited until my uncle and aunt had left for the party and then snuck out of the house. Secreting myself in a clump of bushes, I watched the festivities in wide-eyed amazement. Much of what was happening was incomprehensible to me because I was very innocent at that age. But I could not help being excited by the intoxicated people saluting the brief summer season.
"As I was squatting in the bush, I heard a noise behind me. It sounded like some animal was bellowing after having been caught in a trap. I moved toward the noise. A woman was lying on the ground, flailing her arms.
"I recognized her. She was the wife of a Warrant Officer. Her name was Olga and she was a large woman who always used to chase the kids away from her house when they were playing ball in front of it.
"She also recognized me. Calling to me in her drunk voice, she pointed obscenely between her legs. I wanted to run away but I was also fascinated. Then, she got to her feet and came toward me. I was so frightened at the sight of that huge woman coming toward me that I could not move.
"She grabbed my arm and pulled me quickly and easily into the bushes. The whiskey smell was overwhelming. She fell on the ground and pulled me on top of her. My struggles were useless. Holding me with one large hand, Olga began to undress me. As she peeled the clothes off my body, her fingers probed and stroked every part of me. My body must have been a source of great amusement to her because she giggled a lot.
"When I was naked, she pushed me off her and kneeled beside me. The whiskey had turned her into a sexual cannibal. My body became food and drink to her. First her massive lips moved up and down my body, kissing the flesh with sucking motions until my body became a mass of red welts.
"At first I was only scared, but as those remarkable lips continued, my fear lessened and in its place came new experiences that flooded my body with a reality I had never known existed. Then her tongue reached my immature maleness. It flicked against the inert flesh.
"Just that one touch and the tremendous dam of adolescent sexual repression burst loose.
"I squirmed. My body turned red. Again and again her tongue, almost hysterical with whiskey and lust, brought new delights to my body. I could not believe what was happening to me. I could not believe that anything that glorious could come from a fat woman like Olga who I despised.
"Something new was happening. A terrible stiffness overcame my maleness, a pulse was vibrating with such force that my childish body was racked throughout.
"Then Olga stretched me out and lay on top of me. Her fleshy body almost suffocated me. My mouth was filled with her nipple pushing back into my throat and her heated white breasts smothered my face. I felt my organ being sucked into an incredible cavern. Not knowing what it was, not knowing anything about the female anatomy, I began to weep. But as her massive body began moving up and down and as her organ closed my maleness in, bringing to it the most delicious feelings, my tears turned to moans.
"I kept moving my body up to meet hers. I kept thrusting my maleness as deep as I could, trying frantically to match her force. I bit down on her nipple in desperation and she screamed. How I loved making her scream. Her massive thighs were sucking every bit of young passion from me. Then my body began to twitch. I did not know what it was until I shot my seed upward, into that devouring hole, up and up, straining until my maleness was without purpose, without direction, and reverted to its original state.
"An instant later, she left without a word. I lay for many minutes on the ground nursing my bruised body and pride. But I also knew that I had been initiated into a mystery that was beyond comprehension, a mystery that was the secret of life itself. I have never, until now, disclosed that incident to anyone. Even Olga, because of her drunken state, did not remember what had happened."
It was a remarkable incident and I was thankful to the boy for having been so frank and revealing. During our next interview, he related the second incident, which took place while his uncle was on assignment at a small base in the North West.
At the time of this incident he was not quite fourteen. It is a completely different type experience than his initial one, an experience made vivid by Clifford's sensitivity and descriptive powers.
"To put it in a nutshell, I fell in love. She was an older woman, like Olga, in her late thirties, but much more sophisticated and womanly. There was nothing gross or vulgar about her. The wife of a high ranking officer at the base, she was starved for some type of warmth and companionship to ease her loneliness and the disinterest of her husband. Her name was Leona, though everyone called her Bunny.
"It began on a Sunday morning. I was out in the woods with the rifle my uncle had bought me, looking for woodchucks. I tripped over a log and sprained my ankle severely. Bunny happened to be walking in the woods and she found me and called the base hospital from a nearby cabin. She waited with me until the ambulance arrived and we talked a lot. An instant, warm friendship sprung up between us.
"The next day she visited me at my uncle's house. The doctor said I must stay in bed at least a week. Bunny came the first few days every morning. We talked about everything, about her life, my life, about the Army. She did not patronize me even though I was a young boy. Then, one day she did not show up. I knew then that I was in love. When a young man falls in love it is usually with total abandon and I was no exception. I wanted to kill myself because she had not visited.
"When she came the next day, I had to tell her my feelings. But how could I? She was almost twenty years older than me. I was afraid she would laugh.
"That morning no one was in the house. She sat at the edge of the bed. I tried but I could not find the words.
"Bunny, however, knew. She knew my feelings and, wonder of wonders, she returned the feelings. Before my very eyes, and without her saying one word, she began to remove her clothes. Soon, she was naked. I could scarcely breathe as my eyes devoured that magnificent, mature figure. Her breasts were two mountains of white flesh capped by the glory of the nipples, straining toward me. Her thighs were ample yet graceful. She came slowly toward me, reached the bed, folded back the sheet and climbed into bed with me. I was so excited I closed my eyes. The heat of her body seemed to pour over me in waves.
"She whispered in my ear that her body was mine to use in any way I want. I opened my eyes. Before me was that exquisite flesh. Not even my inexperience hindered me because some inner passion seemed to guide my hands.
"I kissed her. Our lips went together hungrily and gave me courage. My lips moved down her body. Quivering, I took one of her nipples in my mouth. Because I loved her with all the intensity of the young, her nipple scorched my mouth. Right now, relating this story, I am still a young man, but I consider my ascent to adulthood to be that one instant when I have that squirming, delicate piece of flesh between my teeth.
"I released the nipple for my whole body was moving toward that dark, triangular area, nestled so beautifully in the apex of her thighs."
Clifford paused during his story. He seemed to be caught up in a memory which was so precious to him that even years later it was difficult to speak about it. He buried his face in his hands. I waited patiently for him to continue. When he did not, I asked him:
"Would you like to call it a day and I will come back tomorrow?"
"No," he said, shaking his head vigorously as if trying to shake out his trembling.
Finally, grasping hold of himself with one great effort, he continued the story. The young man was one of the bravest souls I have ever come into contact with.
"I reached the triangle. My lips pressed feverishly into the mass of hair. Bunny cried out to me. No longer did I feel like a child; I was a man, controlling her body, controlling her passion.
"Her cavern opened for me. Quickly I thrust my tongue inside, a pointed goad to her already growing lust. Her body jerked up and down. But I would not let her go. My mouth and her womanhood was in a duel, taking from each other the most that could be taken.
"It was so sweet and delicate. It was an opening that could be explored forever. An opening that contained the most beautiful fruits and the most exquisite feelings, waiting there for my tongue to pluck.
"But even that was not enough. My tongue was too tame for my newly discovered manhood. I felt the power in my organ. I felt that flesh between my legs growing until I thought it would burst. Remembering my first experience, with Olga, I knew that I had to do the same with Bunny. Only this time it would not be with a woman like Olga, it would be the penetration of the one I loved.
"Almost insane with passion, as only a young boy can be, I climbed on her and violently penetrated her, almost fainting with joy as my stiffened flesh went deep inside her. She began to weep and wrapped her arms about my back, digging her fingers into the flesh. I was like a young animal unchained, unable to reason, unable to think, all I wanted was the supreme joy of a violent penetration. And I accomplished that.
"It was too quick but those few seconds were beautiful. Our bodies joined. I could feel her sorrow becoming joy and her affection for me becoming love. My maleness controlled my body, all I could do was to follow that twisting, explosive flesh. An instant later, the seed poured out into her, my whole body going into spasm as the fluid was injected into her opening.
"For two months we were together constantly. And then her husband received transfer orders. There was nothing we could do but separate. Bunny' told me that she would write, but I never heard from her again. Maybe she woke up to the fact that I was a young boy. Maybe, she began to adjust to the life she had to lead. I just don't know."
He sat there with his head down, trying to fight back the tears. I knew that there was one other incident but I let it go for another day because of the young man's obvious discomfort.
When I returned the following day for the last interview, Clifford had recovered. He also apologized for his emotional outbreak and promised that he would try to control his emotions in the future.
The last incident of his boyhood is unique in the fact that it involves an older woman who went beyond seduction, into the realm of extreme sexual perversions in order to alleviate her boredom and unhappiness. Clifford described the incident to me in some detail, though I am sure he left out a number of details which he felt would be too incriminating. After all, we are all human and the young boy in front of me was more sensitive than most.
"Her name was V. She was almost forty and I was sixteen. My uncle had been sent to a base near the Mexican border. V. was cruel and passionate. Looking back, now, I think she was on the borderline between sanity and insanity. It is too long a story to go into how we met. But you must understand this. She did not seduce me because her life at the base was horrible. No, her husband was a good friend of my uncle and one of the kindest men I ever met.
"V. seduced me because she was insatiable. The fact of Army life only was a goad to her. We would meet in the back of the theater which was closed until six o'clock in the evening.
"I will describe for you a typical episode. You must understand that while now I am speaking calmly, at that time I was almost hysterical for I had never come across such a person before.
"There was a small, bare room in the back of the theater. V. removed her clothes and made me do the same. Then, she sat in one corner and howled. Do you believe me? V. sat in one corner and howled like a wolf. The first time I heard those terrifying sounds, I froze. That an older woman should act in such a manner was completely outside my experience. She began to move about the room on all fours, like a wolf hunting for a mate. V. made me crouch on all fours like her and follow her about the room. I was not allowed to speak. If I wanted to get her attention, I would have to make strange scratching sounds.
"Then we began our strange sexual alliance which had been carefully planned before.
"I was forced to move behind her and begin to lick her buttocks and thighs. V. would turn on me, like a she-wolf, and flay out with her nails, trying to gouge my eyes. Once, she inflicted a severe cut over my eyebrow. But as I licked her, she became more and more receptive.
Finally, I began to lick her private parts. Each stroke of my tongue brought a wolf-moan from her throat and soon she was backing up to me, waiting to be mounted, like a wolf is mounted, from behind, in some wind-swept gulley.
"There is a primitive strain in everyone and it is more prone to surface in a young person than an old one. I was seduced by the erotic game. For a brief second, I thought I was a timber wolf and in that moment, I entered her from behind, thrilling to the wail that my stiffened maleness elicited from her mouth.
"Making pathetic little sounds, she tried to escape me on all fours. But I was in her and my organ would not let her go until it had been satisfied, until my seed was pouring into the she-wolfs body.
"The next few moments were unclear because I was so swept away by the game. In and out, deeper with each thrust, I lanced her. In my subconscious I must have been trying to bring her to her knees, to force the she-wolf to grovel on the forest floor beneath me. As the explosion came, my paws reached in front of her and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them so tightly that the she-wolf screamed. Then the juice burst out and we rolled on the floor together, our bodies sucking up that wonderful ending."
Clifford's eyes were gleaming as he recounted the incident. I would like to have interviewed him in greater depth about that particular episode, but he was forced to terminate the interview because of some very important exams at the university.
I thanked him profusely for his help. He had given me some remarkable insights into the perverse relationships which were so much a part of his life. If future researchers can elicit other testimony from boys who were actually involved in such episodes, there is no doubt we would be much closer to understanding and dealing with the phenomenon.