Chapter 1
It was a long way from the lush rolling hills of her native Virginia to the hot dusty fields of the Texas army base and Anne B. knew the minute she arrived that her life there would not be simple.
At the age of thirty-one, she was in the full flush of womanhood and in her daydreams she was still the beautiful Southern girl who every boy in town had loved.
When she married Major B., a handsome and gallant man ten years her senior, she had been literally swept off her feet by the cut of his uniform and his manly military bearings. But, at the Texas army base, with the hot sun beating mercilessly down on her, his glamour seemed to dissipate.
Her husband was an ambitious career officer and he spent twelve hours a day, six days a week, in performing his duties on the base. He would return home, tired and irritable, saying only a few gruff words to his wife before he fell exhausted onto the bed. There is something about the desert sun in Texas which saps the sexual drive of men and the Major was no exception. Gradually, the sexual relationship with his wife lessened until it was not uncommon for them to engage in intercourse no more than twice a month.
But the heat and the dust had the opposite effect upon Anne. Sitting in her house, alone, the shadows from the sun playing upon the walls, her body seemed to be alive with strange stirrings.
Her head lowered, speaking in a soft voice, she described those feelings during our meeting:
"I would sit there, the television set turned on, and suddenly I would begin to shake. It was as if a hot sponge had been applied to my buttocks, breasts and thighs. These feelings would only last a few minutes and then go away. At first I did not know that they were erotic symptoms."
Months passed but these symptoms did not go away. Her unhappiness increased and soon the Major and his wife rarely spoke. Ann was desperate. She would call her family in Virginia at least once a day just to speak to someone she knew. The other wives on the base tried to get friendly with her but Anne found them boring and unable to carry on an intelligent conversation.
Anne was not aware of it but slowly and inevitably she was to be pushed into a sexual solution to her problems. Her body was reacting to the enforced celibacy and building an erotic thrust that would overwhelm her.
Her fall from fidelity to the Major began on one of those hot afternoons where the temperature was pushing 110 degrees and there was not the faintest whisper of a breeze. She walked out to the porch of the house, shielding her eyes from the sun with one delicate, fine-boned hand.
In the adjoining yard a Mexican boy was working in the garden. At first she paid no attention to him because many such boys did menial work on the base. Her husband, in fact, had hired two Mexican boys to clean up the house when they first arrived at the base.
But then his movements riveted her attention. The boy was like a cat. His lithe brown limbs moved smoothly and effortlessly. She suddenly was caught up in a passion so strong that she became dizzy and grabbed the porch rail for support. Turning, she went back into the house and collapsed on the bed.
After that, events moved quickly:
"For the next two days I watched him. I found out that his name was Felipe, that he was fourteen years old and that he lived with his father and sisters in the Mexican quarter.
"One day I called to him. He looked up from his work and finally walked slowly to me. Sweat stained his shirt and he wiped his brow with a sensuous brown hand.
"I invited him into my house for a cold drink. At first he was hesitant but the idea of a cool liquid overcame his nervousness and fright. Once inside, he stood beside a chair. I told him to sit down and poured him a cold drink.
"We sat facing each other. My eyes greedily drank in his dark hair, his beautifully chiselled features and his tawny body, thin and letter perfect in every detail. We did not speak. He returned my gaze and in his eyes I could see a childish lust almost as powerful as my own.
"I walked to him and laid my hand on his sweated arm. The skin was smoothe and hot. I pressed my lips to his face and his flesh seemed to sear them. My breath was coming in gasps and I felt a trickle of moisture running down my thighs.
"To explain what happened then is very difficult for my lust dissolved my will. I did not think I acted under any logical theory, my passion just took complete charge of my body and mind.
"My fingers were at his pants. Slowly I opened the buttons and then it was there, facing me, his tiny brown penis, lying like a forelorn instrument between his legs.
"My head moved down between those thin, almost emaciated thighs. Felipe stirred, ever so slightly, but he did not speak. The tenseness of his body was felt by me but I was no longer interested in his feelings. All I wanted was his young maleness.
"I kissed it. It began to stir. With greater and greater fervor I kissed it until it grew and stiffened. Then, slowly I let my lips slide over it. Felipe was breathing hard and he began to pour the cold liquid over the back of my neck. This sudden assault of coldness on my flesh combined with the generating heat of his penis made me redouble my effort.
"Then it was very large and strong. I held onto it and sucked that living flesh, joyfully filling my mouth with his pulsing youth.
"Felipe became frightened because he had never experienced such feelings before. He tried to break away from me but I would not let him. He rolled on the floor to escape my lips but my flesh was joined to his with all the anguish of my months at the base and I would not let him go until he gave me his seed, his hot love liquid to cleanse my mouth of despair.
"We rolled together, my lips and tongue a fiery, sucking animal, driving him to heights of lust that he had never been aware of.
"Finally, his body shivering and jerking, a great spasm ensued in his body and the child shot his seed into me. I drank it greedily, lovingly, unable to get enough of it. Then all was quiet. We lay together for a few minutes until he jumped up and ran from the house like the devil was on his heels."
That night, Anne was mortified with what she had done. She could not understand how she had let herself be carried away with such abandon. Nevertheless, as she thought of the event, it brought such sweet memories to her mind that she resolved to see Felipe again. She had no choice, she said to herself, for life on the base had now reached the height of terror. Anne had even contemplated suicide. But now, there was Felipe, and he at least was alive and beautiful.
Felipe, however, had been so frightened by the events that he stayed away from work for two days. Anne understood the feelings of the child and she also understood that he would return, because she had detected in his body a deep and powerful strain of flowering passion.
On the third day Felipe returned to his duties and when Anne invited him into her house he accepted the invitation quickly, with hardly a murmur of dissent.
"Our relationship was so beautiful and so pure that there was no need for words. We just sat there and watched one another, smiles ringing our faces.
"This time I took his hand and went with him into the bedroom. I stood there and asked him to undress me. He was nervous and clumsy but soon I was naked. He stepped back, his dark eyes burning as they roved over my flesh. He touched my nipple, delicately, as if my flesh would dissolve. Then his hands moved hungrily over my body, breasts, stomach, buttocks.
"Still standing, I spread my legs, pointing to the dark patch between my legs. He stopped still, his body tense, eyeing me with suspicion. Then his hands went to it, quickly. I caught my breath as he rubbed my vagina. It was magnificent.
"Gently, I pushed him down until his face was level with my thighs and pulled his face until his features were buried in the mass of black hair between my legs. His face against my vagina, we rocked slowly together, mother and son, woman and lover, earth and fire.
"Felipe kissed the lips of my vagina. The moment that happened all my hatred and disgust over the base disappeared.
"All my suffering had been worth it. As his mouth hungrily sought my womanhood, I began to weep. The feeling was exquisite, almost beyond description.
"Spreading my legs as far as I could without falling, the path opened for him. His greedy tongue entered. Deep into that unknown area it penetrated. The entry made my thighs quiver as if I was a school child.
"His animal instinct showed him what to do and his hot tongue beat a fiery path along the walls of my flowering passion. Then, even this would not suffice. I broke away from him and jumped on the bed, calling to him frantically. My legs spread wide to receive him.
"He came to me, his beautiful flesh falling on me. The scent of his sweat mingled with the mysterious odor of his flesh and it was so lovely that I wanted to drink his fluid. His maleness was a brown frenzy that sunk into me. He breathed heavily and I licked his face all over with my almost hysterical tongue. I gasped. It was so totally animal, the child was an erotic genius.
"My nails cut into his back and buttocks as I squirmed under his penetration. I wanted his blood to tie him to me forever, to clasp my vagina around that cylindrical flesh and keep it there to all eternity.
"Inside my stomach, a new world was forming. His weapon set all the internal juices rumbling and exploding. I kept calling to him to go faster and faster and to crush me and tear me apart as if he was a wild beast.
"Then his body went into a spasm and his organ stiffened to monumental proportions. A moment later my body was torn by the hot seed which poured into it and I squirmed and shivered under that delicious penetration.
"He wanted to go after that but I kept him with me, my arms wrapped tightly around his body. I asked him to sing to me in Spanish and he sang me a song his mother had often sung to him when he was in the cradle.
"Only a few moments passed but once again the hot flesh boiled over. I opened my mouth and had him kneel over me, his knees on either side of my head, his flesh filling my mouth again and again.
"For hours we were together and we utilized every moment to learn and experiment with every area of the body. My lips ate up his skin and his organ split my buttocks as I leaned against the wall, naked, waiting for that quivering spear. There was no end to our love and no beginning."
During the next two months, the older woman and the young Mexican boy carried on this intense erotic relationship. They both seemed to be consumed by a silent, all-powerful devil which was inside them.
But slowly Anne's guilt began to build up. She realized that she had betrayed her most sacred marriage vows. She realized that she had betrayed her husband's patriotism and loyalty to the service. Like steam pressure, slowly at first but quickening, these realizations began to eat into her conscience.
She was caught in an insoluable dilemna. She could not give up Felipe and remain on the base for her love for the boy was so total that such a situation would be unthinkable.
There was only one answer; to leave the base, her husband, and Felipe. For weeks she suffered through this horrible decision but finally she summoned all her will and in one great intellectual leap, said goodby to all of them and went home to Virginia to her family.
Still living in Virginia, Anne is now recuperating from her experiences. She writes her husband frequently, without mentioning Felipe, and trying to make him understand her hatred for the base. Someday, she hopes to return to her duties as an Army wife. As for Felipe, the boy occupies her innermost thoughts but she has cut off all contact with him. That silent, passionate relationship is now like some poem she had read in her youth and which still returns to haunt her.