Chapter 8
Homosexual Rapists
Suave and attractive Susan Johnson, a young woman in her early thirties, enjoyed walking her miniature French Poodle through the park before dinner each night. Because they lived in an expensive high-rise apartment Susan found it necessary for her to exercise her dog, Fifi, several times a day. Though Susan had diligently tried to housebreak their expensive pet there was something about the sight and smell of newspapers and sandboxes that Fifi disliked.
Susan became exasperated. She never gave up hope that Fifi would mend his ways once he became older and wiser. At two years old, Susan concluded, applying the final traces of lipstick to her full and sensual mouth, she had to admit that Fifi was both spoiled and exceedingly selfish in his demands.
Susan was eager to go out and get back to her apartment. She wanted to cook a thick porterhouse steak for herself and her husband. Mark was out to dinner with a client who meant big business for the real estate firm. Susan knew Mark would nibble through his meal, plying his client with expensive drinks that were covered by the expense account. Susan knew Mark would have an enormous appetite later and a strong desire for further intimacies once he came home.
Susan was proud of the fact that she was an attractive woman. Her hair was long and black. It hung down over her shoulders caressing the cashmere softness of her pink sweater. Susan's eyes sparkled with a kind of raw sensuality. She was thankful that her husband was a go-getter real estate salesman who could afford the best of everything for both of them.
Susan bent over slowly. She whistled for Fifi who jumped down off the purple satin bedspread in her room. Susan held out the expensive gold — plated dog leash. She slid her hand in the loophole. Fifi looked up and gave a youthful bark as he squatted down on two back legs while the swivel hook was fastened in the ring of his collar.
"Be a nice boy and do your business — now!" Susan spoke, in a high pitched voice. "I wish you would be a good boy and become potty-trained as mother would like you too!"
"Arf ..." the small expensive dog barked. "No ... no . . . Fifi! ..." Susan shouted in exasperation as Fifi cocked his leg against the chair. "Outside — will you ever" learn to listen to mumsy?"
Fifi tugged his mistress toward the elevator. The kinky haired Poodle stood impatiently as Susan pressed the button. Fifi shifted his weight. He perched on his hind legs, ripping his sharp claws in Susan's nylons.
"No — no! Bad — boy!" Susan shouted. "You must be a good boy and obey me!"
Fifi followed obediently. He gazed arrogantly towards the other tenants who also occupied the high rise apartment. Fifi escorted his mistress elegantly through the revolving door.
Although Susan much preferred to walk Fifi around the block allowing the dog access to nearby trees and grass Fifi pulled his mistress insistently towards the park. Fifi liked to wander near the pond just below a large heavy thicket of bushes and trees. Fifi could amuse himself for hours watching the fish swim underwater. Fifi also became mesmerized by the sight of his own reflection in the water.
Susan did not care to wander through the park after dark. She had heard about women having their purses snatched during the twilight hours. Susan was glad that she was not carrying any money on her. Submissively, Susan allowed Fifi to drag her to the heavily wooded park area.
Susan had heard rumors that male homosexuals frequented that area after dark. She had heard they sought out like-minded lovers for a sexual encounter while cruising through the park area. With Fifi leading her through the park Susan felt well-protected. Fifi was very unsociable with strangers — and she was glad that her small dog seemed quite willing to defend her.
Susan allowed Fifi to run loose near the pond. A full moon cast a bright shadow on the pond, the bright lights seemed to echo with a mystical kind of music. Susan felt comfortable and safe. She was not aware of the time that had passed as she gazed at herself in the water. Like Narcissus, she was becoming enraptured with her own reflection. She had seen Fifi minutes ago running through the bushes and chasing leaves. She had not bothered to remove the lease from his collar. With his leash dragging she could always get close enough to catch him if he got too arrogant about wanting not to go home.
Susan studied the underwater patterns of the fish. She saw her reflection in the clear crystal water. Susan heard Fifi barking. She turned to see her pup struggling in the darkness, trying to run to her, yet held back by something. Susan concluded Fifi had wrapped his chain around a tree stump or shrub. She hurried to her dog's rescue.
Susan walked around behind the bush. She saw the handle of the gold chain looped over a small tree stump. Susan stooped to untie the chain when all of a sudden she was startled as rough hands went around her mouth.
"H...E...L...P!" Susan gagged, as she felt herself being pulled back into the bushes.
"Keep quiet . . . lovely ..." a high-pitched voice whispered. "No one's going to hurt you! Shhhhh!"
"She's not carrying a purse — Cecil!" a youth whispered in a shrill lisp. "I don't know why you want to bother with her!"
Her groovy thighs do something to me ..." a man in pink trousers and an open knit sweater laughed. "Besides I've decided we need a good gang-fuck for a change! I'm tired of waiting for some decent trade to come to the park. I'm randy enough to want a woman tonight!"
"You mean — you're going to sodomize her?" a youth named Harlin gasped, stroking his long blond sideburns with adoration. "Gosh — man — I don't dig women. Couldn't you think of something more fun to do?"
"I think it sounds sheik! . . " Lenny, a middle-aged gay with a big round bald head laughed. "I basically detest women. It would be a wonderful way for me to release my hidden hostilities in an orderly fashion. How therapeutic! Yes — a gang rape sounds like fun!"
"I agree! .. ." Bruce, a tall and muscular, although slightly effeminate looking youth gasped. "I'm hetero enough to appreciate a good gang-bang now and then. No one can hear us in these bushes — not if we can keep her from screaming for help!"
"Shove my hankie in her mouth then! ..." Cecil laughed, pulling out a pale lavender handkerchief. "I hope she doesn't choke on the perfume!"
Susan's eyes popped as wide as saucers. She was terrified as she noted that her attackers were four very obvious homosexuals. She felt feminine soft hands pulling her into the weeds. The four homosexuals glared at her with open amusement.
"God — lucky bitch!" Cecil laughed, "I wish four good looking guys would rape me! I'd be quite willing to trade places with you! God — just imagine four hot beautiful pricks up your ass! It's enough to drive a guy out of his fruit mind!"
"Stop being envious!" Harlin giggled. "She's probably not one bit turned on by the idea. Are you sweetie? Probably her husband's never even tried it with her. If given a choice she'd probably rather suck peter. I thought we were only going to rob the dames. Now it turns out to be a gang-bang. Who's the hopeless hetero in our bunch anyway? '
The youth named Bruce began pulling down Susan's panties. Because the boys might have to make a quick escape they did not completely undress Susan. Susan was frightened as Bruce felt her wiry patch of pubic hair and grinned from ear to ear.
"I don't mind a little normal sex now and then!" Bruce giggled. "It's a pleasant variation!"
"Not for me!" Harlin chided. "I don't want to loose my cock in any big sloppy cunt hole. I much prefer a nice tight ass-hole any day."
Susan felt herself being pushed over an old wide tree stump that appeared to be more than ancient. She noted it had been sawed off some eighteen inches above ground. Susan felt her aching ass-hole exposed to the four depraved perverts. She felt someone shoving something greasy up her rectum.
"This is K - Y jelly . . .," Harlin muttered, "which is a good type lubricant for this sort of thing. You haven't had a good one until you've used grape jelly and then sucked the goo from your lover's bottom. I forgot to bring along my jellies and jams. But I always . . . ALWAYS .. . carry a tube of K - Y with me. Never know when you might need it in an emergency!"
"Stop twisting about so much . . .," Cecil laughed. "You shake your ass worse than a girl! Honestly—I expect to see you in a bustle someday!"
"Only if you buy me one . . .!" Harlin smiled, rubbing the front of his bulging britches.
Cecil unzipped his own fly. He hauled out his bright pink phallus which had become rigid with expectation of the gang-rape event. Cecil studied Susan's breasts. From the back, he noted, she looked almost boyish. Cecil noted that if he had had a pair of tits on his back he could have made a fortune as a high class whore. Unfortunately, because he was past twenty-five he found himself in the position of having to pay for sex rather than selling it on the open market.
So—who's going to initiate her . . .?" Lenny giggled. "Should be someone with a slim hard one. I guess Cecil gets nominated for first honors. Be careful — remember she is fragile!"
"Oh — piss!" Cecil laughed. "Women are second rate citizens. To be used as tools and objects. Men's slaves. Especially unpure because they are female."
Susan was too frightened to recall her first sensations. Susan's heart was beating wildly. Her head was spinning around dizzily. She felt something hot and firm shot between her thick buttocks. Susan knew enough about homosexual perversions to know they were going to anally rape her. She was mortally afraid that they might actually wound or rupture her.
Cecil nudged his turgid phallus between Susan's thighs. Cecil gripped her. He pumped inward. Susan wanted to scream. She could do nothing but bite down on the foul tasting handkerchief. She noted the perfume smelled nice but tasted like hell. Susan felt the hard tip of the penis strike against her asshole. Susan felt her body stiffen and become helpless against the attack.
"Relax — baby . . ." Cecil groaned. "Loosen up. It'll go a lot easier on you. I'm going to get up into that tight little bugger-snatch of yours if I have to work at it all night. So you might as well relax and get it over with. At least I'm 99% sure you don't have V.D. back there. Come to think of it—it's probably never been used before!"
Cecil reached around to pinch Susan's tits in anger. Susan felt the head of the thick phallus slide inside her anal opening. It hurt tremendously. But she could not scream as Cecil rammed that meatstick into her resilient bottom.
"Oh — baby — Ohooooo!" Cecil groaned, "what a tight one!"
Cecil felt the blood pounding through his penis.
"God —," Cecil laughed, "does she have some muscle control! It's like ploughing into a virgin ass! All tight and warm. And wonderful. Oh — oooooo!"
"Hurry up...." Bruce gasped, "and give me a crack at her. I'm more manly than you!"
"Your testicles are just bigger. ..." Cecil argued. "But your peter's no account. It doesn't even taste nice. You never clean the crud off of it!"
"Don't talk so filthy," Bruce laughed, engrossed in the spectacle.
Cecil began pumping his meaty prick in and out of Susan's rectum. Cecil moved in swift circular motions that were meant to move even the most resistant sexual partner. Cecil had been pumping himself into boy's ass-holes for the best part of the last ten years. With good reason, Cecil somewhat considered himself an expert on anal technique. The fact that his present sexual partner was a curvaceous and highly attractive female made little difference.
"One... two... three... four...!" Cecil panted. "Oh — baby — give me more! Umm — you're driving me out of my fruit mind! Squeeze down on that sphincter ring! Clamp down like it's a powerful turd! Squeeze it — baby — apply the pressure!"
Susan clamped down her anal sphincter as her partner requested. She thought perhaps it would give him a thrill and make him shoot off sooner. Susan had never been so humiliated in her entire life. She was being used as a common tool by four men whom she instinctively despised for their lack of manliness. She resented the fact that they did not even use her as a woman. She was being used in a homosexual fashion as an object of anal sodomy. The fact that she was a woman meant nothing to them. Fifi began barking at her captors. Up until then he had been amused by the sight of the four swishy men abusing his mistress. One of the homosexuals jerked Fifi up by his collar. He unzipped his fly. He jerked out his prick, pushed back the sheath covering and exposed his own penis. Then the depraved man pushed back the dog's hairy sheath covering exposing the red canine cock. The homosexual moved his mouth to the dog's small and unresponsive organ.
"Shut up. . . ." Lenny laughed. He moved his mouth down over the dog's penis!
Susan was sickened by the sight of the homosexual sucking her dog's prick. Fifi howled a moment. Then he relaxed his body in the faggot's arms and allowed his pulsating organ to be orally raped.
Lenny laughed and moved his mouth downward over the dog's cock. The pooch began violently pumping his hips in an effort to make frantic fucking motions. Lenny laughed as he released the dog's penis and allowed him to spew his load in the air.
"You nasty dog . . .!" Lenny laughed, as Fifi lolled his long red tongue over his captor's cheek. "You actually liked it!"
Susan became insensible to her attack. She lay over the tree stump with Cecil pounding in and out of her rectum. Susan did not like what was being done to her. Yet she reasoned it was not as wildly perverse as she thought it would be.
"Oh — ummmmm!" Susan muttered. "Oh — it hurts!"
"Delic — iously . . .!" Cecil laughed. "It hurts in such a wonderful way!"
Susan felt Cecil heaving down the homestretch. Under any other circumstances and with a real man she might have responded. However, she remained a passive victim. Susan allowed Cecil to pound deep and hard in order to bring on his own climax. Susan felt the hot seed spewing into her arse. She said nothing.
Harlin, the blond haired youth, pushed Susan off the stump and down into the grass. Susan noticed the slightly effeminate features. But she noticed that there was nothing at all unmanly about the size of his penis. Susan gasped as Harlin fell down on top of her. She felt that hard thing moving between her thighs, pumping into her from the front. Susan felt a small thrill of response as Harlin began moving up and down on her, copulating her with a sense of need. Susan began to rise to meet those thrusts. Susan was enough of a woman to appreciate a good hard fuck — no matter who gave it to her.
"Oh — NO!" Susan gasped, feeling shame. "Please-don't!"
"Why — sugar. . .?" Harlin lisped. "You're starting to like it. I can tell. I'm 100% bisexual. Believe me baby — I'm turning you on!"
Susan could not remain aloof to Harlin's attack. Susan felt that stiff prick moving in and out of her. She felt the root rubbing her clitoris. She felt herself stimulated in such a way that she had no choice but to respond. Susan clung to her attacker. She felt Harlin plough deep and hard. Susan moved upward to meet the eager thrusts. She squeezed the long and thick penis with her tight vaginal muscles. She began to coite with all of her strength.
"OHOOOOOO ... ohoooooooo!" Susan groaned. "Oh — fuck me — daddy!"
"The damn bitch likes it. . ." Bruce giggled. "Maybe she'll pay us to fuck her. I bet that dame has a lot of bread. She dresses ritzy!"
Susan ignored the comments made about her. All she could think of was the exquisite phallus moving about inside her. Susan reflected on the pleasures of anal rape. Susan was sensual to the extreme. Her husband sometimes complained about her too ardent desires as she ripped her long fingernails into his shoulder.
"OHOOOO — fuck me!" Susan shouted, aggressively.
"Listen to the bitch beg . . .!" Lenny giggled.
Harlin pumped his raging phallus into her resilient vagina. He was fired by Susan's desire to further potency. Harlin moved wildly atop her clitoris. Susan pumped to him. She dug her fingernails into Harlin's shirt. She begged for more. Susan cried out for more and more violent sex.
Susan felt someone roughly pushing her on her side. Harlin was on his side still moving into her. Susan felt Bruce push his well-greased penis into her from behind. Susan cried out as she felt two penis's being rammed into her. One from the front. The other from the rear. Susan was sensually fired towards her peak of passions.
"Oh - come fill me with COCK!" Susan pleaded. "Don't quit — now. Fuck me — harder!"
Bruce was behind Susan. He was wildly clinging to her hips. He was pumping his red and angry prick into her anus from behind. Bruce was enjoying every wild thrill of anal rape. Susan felt so much more stimulated because she was being forced into sexual union with four homosexuals. The fact that the men were perverts no longer bothered her. Because Susan was actively becoming aware that they were men who knew their way around in any situation.
"Want one in your mouth now — sugar?" Lenny teased. "You've got cock plugged in everywhere else!"
Cecil moved forward to straddle Susan so he could thrust his prick into her mouth. Cecil moved Susan's hand to his prick and pleaded with her to jiggle it. Susan complied. She watched the organ swell. As Bruce and Harlin released their potent seed inside her Susan begged for more.
"Oh — fuck me — again!!" Susan gasped. "You Cecil — it's your turn! And you too Lenny! Oh now that you have me HOT — do something — quick!"
Cecil moved to Susan's buttocks. He jabbed his sizeable red penis into her resilient buttocks. Lenny moved to the front. He thrust his red prick between soft yielding thighs. Cecil and Lenny fought for space inside Susan as their pricks rubbed each other inside the tight canals. Both men giggled.
"SCREW ME!" Susan gasped. "Oh - I've never had it like this before! It's so much more wonderful. God - do it - together! OHOOO - Cecil and Lenny more than willingly obliged. They loved to hear a woman begging them for sex. They both defiled her. Both enjoyed the wanton rape of her flesh. Both gained a deep sense of satisfaction from abusing her body.
Susan did not give a damned what they thought of her. She just wished that she had the four faggots back at her apartment in her nice King-sized bed so that the four of them could comfortably rape her all at once. Susan moved to meet the sexual onslaught in her vagina and anus. Susan admitted that she enjoyed what was happening to her. And even though the men were homosexuals she did not dislike them.
"She fucks like a whore. ..." Lenny laughed.
"She buggers like one too. ..." Cecil groaned.
"Let me in her mouth. ..." Bruce giggled.
Bruce wiggled about until he was able to thrust the head of his pink prick between Susan's lips. Susan was overcome with pleasure. She began sucking with eager abandon. Susan fellated her husband almost every night. She found that Bruce had scented his phallus with something erotically arousing. Susan found herself responding to the hot and violent sexual member that was being forced into her mouth. Susan swallowed Bruce's cock as much as she could. She swallowed the juice.
"She sucks better than most guys I've paid . . .!" Bruce complimented, watching his wet sperm roll down her lips. "We otta keep in touch with her. For a dame she's good. When things get slow we could always give her a free fuck!"
"Neat idea — baby!" Harlin grinned. "Now and then I dig some hetero action myself! I wonder if we could go to her apartment. It wouldn't be as risky!"
Susan's mind began spinning. She liked what the youths had done to her. She did not want to lose contact with them.
"I'm a hair-stylist. ..." Harlin laughed. "I can fix some flamboyant fashions. Maybe I could come by and curl your cunt hairs now and then."
"I can walk your dog. . . .!" Lenny laughed, gazing at the Poodle's soft genitals.
"I sometimes go in drag . . .! Cecil laughed, shrilly. "As a woman no one can tell that I'm anything but real. I could come by for a nice girl-chat with you. You could suck my peter. I love my cock in a woman's mouth. I imagine she secretly wants to bite it off! I'd love for a woman to castrate me. Can you imagine — I've always had fantasies about women raping me!"
"I could learn to give your Poodle clippings. ..." Bruce tittered. "I could come by and clip your pooch!"
Susan was in no frame of mind for idle jokes. She was begging Lenny and Cecil to become more aggressive. She had a cock in her front and one behind and she was begging for more. She did not like laying on the cold ground in such a public place. But with two cocks moving her to the edge of passion she did not protest. Besides her attackers were making the whole thing too damn pleasurable for her to scream. Susan cried out when she felt two cocks spewing inside of her simultaneously.
"OHOOOO — ohooooo!" Susan cried. "I'm co..mi..ng! Gawd — NOOOOOOO!"
Both men jerked their spewing pricks out of Susan. She felt two hard phallic objects shoved into her mouth at once. Susan reached out to caress the testicles as she sucked two heads at once. Then she felt a mouth moving to her vagina. Susan sucked. She closed her eyes. She did not want to know who was doing what to her. AH she needed was to enjoy the soft waves of sensual pleasure that were lapping against her flesh like soft waves against the beach.
"Oh - NOOOO!" Susan gasped. "You're killing me! Ummmmmm!!!"
"She's going to over-come . . .!" Lenny giggled. "Dolls like her are rare!"
Susan did not know how many cocks she had sucked before they got done with her. She knew that each time one unleashed its load another came to replace it. She felt her cock-filled vagina responding, and also her anus. She did not make a sound as Fifi lay whimpering beside her.
Susan even straddled one of the rock hard pricks and moved up and down on it. She was no longer ashamed. Somehow the whole incident fired her imagination. She had heard of women who enjoyed being raped before. She heard that some even sought out such situations. Susan instinctively sensed for the first time in her life that she was one of those women.
"This dame . .. 'Bruce sniggered, "doesn't give a damn who does it to her. Just as long as someone does it!!"
"She loves us all...!" Cecil giggled. "Some fatter — some small. But she'll suck them all!"
When it was over with and no one could raise another hard-on Susan felt ashamed for the first time. She knew she could not return to her apartment with grass-stain all over her dress. She had not worn an overcoat because the night was warm. She had nothing to throw over her body. She saw bruises on her leg where she had fallen against the tree stump. Susan prayed she had no other bruises on her body. She could always say she had taken a fall in the park. She need not mention she willingly fell into the arms of four over-sexed homosexuals who used and abused her any way they could. She did not have to mention the fact that she had been gang-banged. And that she had enjoyed it.
"Are you guys — whores?" Susan pleaded, not knowing how to talk to them.
"Why are you out to solicit some trade . . .'' Lenny giggled. "If you are — sugar — I'm selling!"
"I — er — I liked what you did to me . . ." Susan whispered, "maybe I could give you jobs. One of you could walk Fifi at night. One of you could come by to style my hair. I don't know how I could sneak the rest of you in. It would never do for my husband to find out about our arrangement. But I'd be willing to pay you for sex. I've never done anything like this before — so you'd have to help me!"
"Oh — sure thing — sugar!" Bruce tittered. "Anything to help a lady! You can help me buy some nice trade later on!"
"I buy and sell too ..." Cecil lisped. "I'd love to walk your dog. And play with your pussy too!"
Susan whispered to the youths. She decided to tell the doorman at her apartment that Fifi had pulled her into a mudhole chasing rabbits through the park. Harlin tossed his blue trench-coat over Susan's shoulders. He walked proudly beside her, holding Fifi's leash.
The neatly dressed doorman gazed at Harlin with suspicion.
"Madame fell in the park ..." Harlin explained, virtuously. "I thought it best I accompany her to her door. Such an attractive lady should not walk in the park at nights. Even with a dog!"
"You're so right. . ." the doorman nodded, with approval. He threw up his hand to flag down a taxi.
Susan admitted Harlin into her apartment. She pulled a ten dollar bill from her purse. Harlin embraced her quickly as he promised to come the next day to give her a permanent. He agreed to climb the stairs rather than use the elevator.
Susan suddenly found herself in the unique position of paying four obvious homosexuals for way out sex. Susan realized she was not the only rich wife to pay men for such services. Susan was not afraid. Susan would never have to worry about her husband finding out. At least, she hoped not.
When the doorman noted that the man walking her dog nightly was a homosexual Susan just laughed as if she could not be concerned with such trifles.
"Surely ..." Susan laughed, "I can trust a homosexual with my dog. And I have nothing to fear from him myself!"
"Of course — Madame..." the doorman laughed. "You're as safe with him as with another woman!"
Neither did Mark object when Susan suggested they might try a little anal intercourse as a variation of normal coitus. Mark did not seem at all shocked or upset by the suggestion. He knew his wife was a sensual and sexually responsive woman. He also knew that women's desires were quite often as strong as men's.
Susan gladly noted that Mark even seemed to be more potent once he gained admittance into her tight anal canal.
What bothered Susan, even after she had gotten rid of her homosexual companions, was the fact that she could only obtain a thrilling orgasm when involved in anal sodomy. Because she became totally unresponsive to vaginal intercourse Susan thought it was high time that she consulted a psychiatrist about her compulsive anal desires.
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT:
"I just love anal sex . . .!" Susan laughed. "Now that I've discovered sodomy nothing else turns me on! I'm completely unresponsive when my husband goes to perform normal intercourse! I guess you might say I'm becoming depraved!"
When Susan first consulted me she was concerned about her compulsive anal erotic desires. Susan complained she indulged constantly in anal masturbation. She kept repeating that the normal sexual embrace did not thrill her.
Such fixations often come to the attention of analysts who are sought out to explain these compulsive desires.
In FREAKED OUT author Dalton Edwards notes. . . .
"Many in our population might consider oral and anal relations involving genital contact to be far more perverted, if not at least variant or deviant, than heterosexual coitus. And while these acts are not considered at all unnatural as complements to the marital act of sexual intercourse, they may easily become fixated, and thus a perversion, when indulged in excessively." (5)
The vagina is noted to be virtually nerveless. Stimulation producing orgasm comes from friction against the clitoris. Clitoral and anal areas are often noted to be more responsive than the vagina. Thus it is that with many people the anus may prove more capable of stimulation.
In SODOMITE PRACTICES the author quotes Alfred C. Kinsey as saying . . .
"The anal area is erotically responsive in some individuals. In others it appears to have no erotic significance even though it may be highly sensitive to tactile stimulation. As many as half or more of the population may find some degree of erotic satisfaction in anal stimulation, but good incidence data are not available. There are some males and females who may be as aroused erotically by anal stimulation as they are by stimulation of the genitalia, or who may be more intensely aroused."
Susan notes that she ceased associating with the four homosexuals about two months after being gang-raped in the park. Susan never reported the incident to the police. She found the act much too enjoyable.
Many wives who think they might not enjoy anal intercourse find it a compulsive habit once they are introduced to it. Many wives who have been anally raped by their mates report they found it so pleasurable that they no longer had any desire for vaginal intercourse.
Susan admits she is worried about her strong anal fixation.
I suggested to Susan that she encourage her husband to utilize more clitoral stimulation prior to vaginal intercourse. I suggested some techniques that would provide more clitoral pleasure. I suggested some adult reading matter on the subject of vaginal responses.
Presently Susan is seeking to become more responsive to normal intercourse. She is urging her husband to use oral sexual techniques and manual digitation to bring about more normal sexual responses. If these techniques fail Susan wants to undergo further analysis to find out why she is so highly responsive to anal sex. I feel that more concentrated efforts to bring about normal sexual responses will yield better results.
However, until then, Susan has agreed to undergo analysis to try and help control what she personally feels is becoming a compulsive problem.