Chapter 6
FRANCINE
Case History: Francine T. ... Age: 55.
The subject is a flashy, stocky woman who has been divorced three times. Her divorce settlements have made her independently wealthy and she spends her time going from resort to resort. This interview took place in her plush quarters in Las Vegas, Nevada.
"Gambling bores me. I think it is only a substitute for sex. Shit, why go for a substitute when you can have the real thing? The world is full of boys willing to screw for love or money.
"In my younger days it used to be for love but now I have to pay. Well, I don't mind. When you reach my age you can't expect to have a young stud for free.
"I know I don't look it now but I used to be quite a beauty. That was before I put on the weight and my hair hadn't turned gray. In my teens grown men used to chase me because I looked older. My breasts were a size 38 when I was still in high school and I got all the tit men.
"My parents were worried about me because of all the attention I got from males. They thought some guy would get me to roll over and I'd show up one day with a belly full of trouble.
"My folks didn't know me because I made up my mind early never to make a fool of myself over some guy. If men wanted my body they would have to pay for it.
"Now don't get the idea that I started hustling. I never sold my ass yet. The only whores in my life are all male and I do the paying. I was after much bigger stakes than twenty dollar tricks. What I wanted to do was marry rich.
"I was seventeen and just out of high school when I married the first time. I knew that my extreme youth was an advantage just as my size 38 boobies were so I parlayed it into a marriage to a fifty year old banker.
"George wasn't really rich but, compared to the working class background I came from, he was King Midas.
"My family was shocked when I told them that I was going to many a man older than my father. They knew that I was only after his money but they pretended that it was a love match. A love match! If only they knew!
"George had been married before and he was a grandfather. His adult sons and daughters snubbed me because they realized I was after his loot What they didn't know was how hard I had to work for it. My farty old husband, you see, was a pervert.
"The old banker liked to have me lick his entire body from head to toe. He also enjoyed sucking every part of my body especially my tits and pussy. George was strictly an oral type and he rarely got his pecker up to give me a healthy fuck.
"On top of everything else George had a number of fetishes. He dug leather, rubber and fur. One of his greatest kicks was to put a fur coat on over his nude body and pretend he was a bear. He had me dress in the same way and he would run around the house making believe that we were a couple of bears in heat.
"In the outside world George was a respectable businessman but, to me, he was just another sex nut.
"When I first married George I hoped to hang around for twenty years or so until he kicked off so I could inherit his money. But, after a year of playing bears and having my ass whipped with leather straps, I decided to quit and go for alimony instead.
"I got a sizeable settlement because I told George I would let the court know about his weird sex tastes. I could pretend to be an innocent teenaged girl ravished by a perverted monster.
"George agreed to a fat alimony because he knew his business reputation would be destroyed by my revelations.
"I began to travel for the first time and became a jet-setter before there were jets. As a teenaged divorcee I had a ball and I spent my money as fast as it came. My husband's lawyers knew that they could trick me into giving up my alimony demands by one lump sum once I found I was always broke before the monthly checks came.
"They let me spend myself into debt and then, when creditors started hounding me, they made their offer. They would settle all my debts and give me fifteen grand besides if only I would sign a paper that said I no longer expected monthly alimony checks.
"My own lawyer didn't like the idea but he realized it was the only way for me to get off the financial hook I had impaled myself on through girlish extravagance.
"I should have learned a lesson but I hadn't. Once I got my hot mitts on the fifteen G's I went on another spending spree. It wasn't long before I was close to being broke again. Before I only had to wait for my alimony check but this time a check would not rescue me.
"However, I was still young and shapely and there were still plenty of rich men willing to screw me. I put on my sexiest bathing suit and posed around the pool at the resort I was staying at. I had always been cool to the wealthy guys before because I hadn't needed them at the time. Now I needed a rich sugar daddy.
"I selected a chubby jerk who had inherited his fortune. George, at least, had enough on the ball to make his own pile but not Mark. He was so dumb that he couldn't hold a coupon-clipper.
"Mark was forty-two and a couple of women before him had already taken him for alimony payments. I couldn't see any reason why I shouldn't get in on the kill and be Wife Number Three.
"Mark's snooty family could see that he was making another mistake but, since he was over twenty-one, there was nothing they could do about it. I would've stayed married to Mark but he was such a dull creep that I left him after three years. When the alimony checks came this time I was careful not to spend myself into another financial bind.
"At the age of twenty-four I was a two-time divorcee. I was young enough and attractive enough to have swarms of studs all over me. Every now and then I'd shack up with a guy for kicks but I always kept my eyes peeled for Mr. Money Bags.
"The five hundred a week I was getting from Mark was nice but I had acquired expensive tastes.
"I met Donald at a party given by a former movie star. He was already married to his first wife but I could see that, at the age of sixty, he wanted to kick up his heels with a much younger filly.
"Donald was a Chairman of the Board in a large New York firm. He was going to be retired in another couple of years and he didn't see much fun in floating around on an ocean liner with his sixty-one year old wife.
'"I have younger ideas than that,' he confided in me with a wink.
"At first he wanted to set me up as his mistress but I was after much bigger game. The old man was so crazy about me that he willingly agreed to divorce his wife of thirty-five years and become a groom again.
"Once again I hoped to simply out live my husband and then collect his millions but sex seemed to agree with him and he thrived on my young body. I don't know what kind of pills the old bastard took but he managed to get it up at least twice a week to bang me.
"like all the other men I've met he was wild for my breasts and nipples and he enjoyed sucking them. He also liked to sixty-nine with me stretched out on top of his body and my slit against his mouth. I'd take his penis orally and suck at the same time hoping that I could French him to death.
"Donald got the idea that having sex relations with young females would make him younger so he started chasing teenaged girls. After a long life of being square and straight he suddenly flipped and went pussy happy. Most men reach their Desperate Age in their forties but Donald waited until his sixties.
"At any rate all the screwing and sucking around did seem to make my Dirty Old Man younger and more virile and I knew that he'd probably outlive me. For the first time I had a good reason for a divorce.
"I had a private detective gather evidence on my creaking Lothario and, when I faced Donald with it, he actually seemed proud of himself.
'"I guess I've been a naughty boy, dear,' he grinned.
"Donald set me free with the best alimony deal yet. He was anxious to play around with his teenaged sex kittens and rid himself of a bag of twenty-six.
"I thought he would spend the rest of his life messing with kids but, a year after the divorce, he married an eighteen year old blonde who described herself as a model. I knew her to be just another hooker who played the resort trade.
"The girl managed to be Donald's main inheritor when he died three years later. Today this blonde bombshell is living it up on a scale that makes me look like a pauper. If I had only stuck it out a little longer with the old man I could've inherited those millions.
"Still, I can't complain because my alimony checks keep coming. There was a time I thought about trying for another Mr. Money Bags but I had had enough of freaky old jokers no matter how much loot they possessed.
"After my third and last divorce I decided to have younger men for a change. I had been a sex object to three over aged creeps and now I wanted to turn the tables on the male gender. In his sixties Donald bedded down with teenaged girls so why couldn't I make it with teenaged boys?
"When I looked at kids of fifteen, sixteen and seventeen they seemed like children to me after my marriages. I couldn't bring myself to make them right away so I started on adult men in their twenties.
"At first guys screwed me because I was a good lay and they paid all the bills, but, as the years went on, the bastards didn't want to unzip their flies unless I made it worth their trouble first.
"I was pushing forty when I paid for stud service for the first time. After making men pay me for decades I now had to pay them. Well, since I was now after younger and younger meat that seemed only fair. As I had turned the tables on males they did the same on me.
"I was past forty when I had my first very young boy. It happened after a gigolo gave me a rotten time. I met the hustler at a hotel I was staying at in South America.
"Juan was very slick and sexy and knew how to squeeze cash out of middle aged American ladies. It got so that I could put a price on each stroke of his hard dick.
"I don't mind paying for my fun but I hated being made a fool of. Juan seemed to think I was a millionairess by the way he demanded money. He might have pushed other women around but I was too tough for him and gave him the ass's rush.
'"You're too old for me, Juan,' I snapped. 'You're a lousy lay. I'm going to get me a kid who knows how to screw.'
"The oily son of a bitch grinned at me. "Of course,' he smirked. 'I suppose you'll find yourself a handsome young boy who will want you for yourself."
"This made me mad enough to go out and do just that. I walked along the beach until I found this fifteen year old kid who was swimming in the surf. His body was smooth and golden and he had a head of dark, wet curls.
"He was one of the lads from the poor section of the city who were always sneaking a swim on the private beach that belonged to the hotel. When he saw me he looked frightened.
"I had picked up enough Spanish in my travels to assure him he had nothing to worry about.
"'If anyone asks just say that you're a friend of mine,' I said.
"His name was Pedro and he was part child and part man. His manly part showed at the crotch of his tight swim trunks while his child part showed in his sweet face. Still burning from my gigolo's remarks I looked at lad as a sex object.
"'Would you like to make a dollar?' I asked, falling upon my habit of offering money before I requested sex.
"'Yes,' Pedro answered. 'What do I have to do?'
"I was speechless for a moment. I hadn't expected to go this far this fast. For a fleeting second I felt like making up an excuse about wanting a certain shell, but, instead, I came directly to the point.
'"I want you to take off your bathing trunks.'
"The fifteen year old's baby face showed an expression of sheer lust. Poor boys in South America matured early and my comment didn't seem to shock him as much as it would an American lad.
'"You want to see my tool?' he wanted to know.
'"I want to do more than see it,' I told him.
"The boy knew the beach better than I did and led me behind some dunes. He immediately slipped off his trunks and exposed his erected dong. None of my male whores had reacted so quickly. The boy was as anxious to have sex as I was which was more than I could say for guys like Juan.
"I took the lad's hard dick in my hand. It looked good enough to eat so I went down on my knees and Frenched him. The teenager was so close to a climax that he shot his come after I had bobbed my mouth up and down his stem three times.
"I clutched at his firm yet smooth skinned ass as he spilled his fluid into me. His sperm shot hard against the back of my throat and I kept on swallowing until he had no more juice left to give.
"The boy seemed happy enough just getting the sex but I gave him the promised dollar, too. A buck for a suck; a bargain for a change.
"Pedro told me that he would be hanging around the same spot in the beach the next afternoon and I said that I'd see him. When I went back to the hotel I told Juan about the boy I had just met.
He knew I was telling the truth because he had been such a lad in his teens.
"'I hope you get a disease,' he sneered. 'All those waifs are unhealthy.'
"The greasy gigolo was burning now because he knew that I had actually found a young and handsome boy who undercut his excessive prices. My bragging backfired on me, though, because Juan complained to the management about the poor boys who were using the beach and 'bothering' the guests.
"The next day the hotel's security squad chased all the lads away and that ended what could have been a very exciting adventure.
"But there was more than one teenaged stud in the world. I planned to see how many there were. Pedro showed me the advantages of making it with kids. To begin with they came much cheaper and most teenaged boys were even willing to do it for nothing.
"When I looked back on all the money I had wasted on adult prostitutes I could kick myself. If I had started in with young boys I would've saved myself a small fortune.
"When I went back to my own country I discovered that the lads were just as anxious to have sex with women as Pedro had been. Kids between the ages of fifteen to seventeen were usually virgins and so were not too particular about the age of their first woman.
"This worked to my advantage. I was willing to take on all comers and even pay a few bucks to my favorites.
"I was driving down a deserted highway around dawn when I spotted someone hitchhiking. As I drove by him I discovered that he was just a boy of sixteen. I slammed on the brakes and the lad slipped in beside me.
"His name was Tommy and he had reddish hair and blue eyes. He gave me some story about going all the way to California to see some relatives but I had the sneaking suspicion that he was running away from home. As it so happened I was headed for California myself so I had a companion.
"When I stopped at a motel an hour later he seemed to get the idea that he should go on hitchhiking. I knew that the kid had been on the road all night and could use some rest so I told him that the motel was on me.
"'It's silly to get two rooms so I'll sign us in one with twin beds as mother and son,' I offered.
"Tommy didn't know what to say. By the way his face flushed I gathered he realized sex had reared its lovely head. To the desk clerk I was a mother with a son in tow and he didn't blink when I requested a twin bedded room. If I had asked for a double bed that would've made all the difference in the world.
"The lad appeared a bit uneasy when we were alone in the room. He just didn't know what to make of me.
'"Let's take a shower,' I told him and started taking off my clothes.
"Tommy's blue eyes went wide as he watched me strip. When I was naked I stood before him with my legs spread and my hands on my hips.
'"What's the matter? Haven't you ever seen a naked woman before?' I asked.
"He shook his head while he kept staring right into my pussy. A virgin; my favorite kind of boy. Virgins excited my teaching instincts. I sat next to him on the bed and let my big boobies roll against him. They were still pretty firm even though I was middle aged and the teenager broke through his shyness and placed his hands on them.
"'So big!' he exclaimed.
'"Now that I showed you what I have, I want you to show me your body,' I smiled.
"Tommy undid his shirt and pulled it off. His chest was hairless and he had a great pair of shoulders for a slender boy. When he took off his pants and shorts he actually hid his erected penis as if it were something to be ashamed of.
"I suppose the poor lad had some wrong notions about sex put into his head by the bluenoses. When I pulled his hands away I looked at his beautiful cock that stood upright like a pink pole.
'"You are going to have a lot of fun with that,' I said. 'I'll show you just how much.'
"Our bodies were a little grimy and sweaty from the road and I disliked having sex in an unbathed condition. When people talk about dirty sex I assume they mean not showering before screwing. I led the slim, naked lad into the shower stall and turned the hot water on.
"The stall was narrow but it made for a nice, close fit. Tommy's shyness vanished when he rubbed his hands over my back, ass, breasts and pubic area. The years had taken a toll on me and I was no longer the beauty that I once was but the sixteen year old didn't seem to mind. To him I was a goddess of sex.
"When the lad moved against me his erect dick could no longer bear its burden of passion and he started to shoot his load. Not one to see anything wasted I impaled my cleft on his spewing male member and pressed him against the wet, tiled wall of the shower stall.
"I pumped up against him and plastered my mouth upon his. Tommy hugged me hard as he poured out his love juice. I had wanted to give the boy his first lay in bed but his boiling youth could not wait.
"The hot water poured down on both of us as his hot come spilled into my body. When he stopped shooting I turned on the cold water and this cooled us off sexually and otherwise.
"We didn't use both of the twin beds and Tommy slept naked in my arms after we had ourselves an hour long orgy. Before we left, however, I messed up the other bed to show the management that I wasn't a 'mother' who slept with her 'son'.
"Tommy stayed with me all the way to California where he admitted he didn't have any relatives there after all. This didn't surprise me because I had known that all along.
"We lived together at various hotels for a couple of months and the lad was satisfied with the few bucks I gave him every now and then. So far he was turning out to be the best lay of my life.
"But all good things had to end. In a mood of homesickness the boy called his parents. After crying over the phone for awhile he decided to go back. When Tommy left I felt lost because he had become my favorite lover.
"I didn't waste much time finding another boy and picked up this seventeen year old stud in a park. He was a sharpy and he proved that not all teenaged kids are sweet, sexy and innocent.
"After we had screwed the bastard demanded the keys to my car. I told him to go to hell because he wasn't all that good in bed.
"The son of a bitch called me a 'horny old bitch' and slapped me around. I guess he thought I would fold up and give him the car keys but I had been slapped around before and fought back. When he found out he had met more than his match the seventeen year old punk left my apartment.
"But, all considering, my best lays have been teenaged boys. I've screwed males from fourteen to sixty-two but nothing can beat a kid who has never been laid before.
"The less experience a boy has the more I like him. I suppose it is because I know he is more interested in my body than my pocketbook. At my age you don't find too many males interested in sleeping with you.
"In Las Vegas I've already met not one but two sexy young studs. Both are fifteen and good friends. I know they are friends because I've paid to see them make it with one another in this very room. I've become a bit weird in my declining years; now I go in for stag shows.
"I met Karl and Sal hanging around outside of a grocery store trying to make some pocket change by carrying bags. Karl is very blonde while Sal is dark.
"Since they made such an interesting pair I took them to my place and propositioned them. After so many years of propositioning boys I can tell which ones will and which ones won't. From the moment I met them outside that grocery store I knew that these kids were ready for any kind of action.
"Las Vegas may be a small city but it is a highly sophisticated one.
"The boys stripped and paraded around the room naked with their dicks hard and ready. I took off my clothes and, although I was almost twice their ages put together, they leered at my flesh and fondled me.
"Once these boys tried to get into a cathouse but the madam had thrown them out. This told me that they were very anxious to have their first sex experience and I was only too happy to oblige.
"I lay down on the bed ... that one over there ... and spread my legs. The kids elbowed one another to get the first crack and I can tell you I found this very flattering. How many fifty-five year old broads have fifteen year old studs fighting over them?
"Karl got to me first and he shook nervously when he mounted my body. With all his ballsy talk he was just another scared virgin. I told him how to ram his dick into me and the husky blond lad was soon banging away as if he had been screwing for years.
"Sal sat on the edge of the bed and stared at us. This was a new sensation for me ... two boys at once. I was ready for something unique and exciting because I was beginning to get jaded. A little exhibitionism never hurt anyone.
"The husky blond kid started shooting his load and I wrapped my legs around his hips to keep him in place. Karl gasped and sighed with surprise and pleasure as he had his first heterosexual contact.
"The only other relationships he had before me were with other boys. He told me this after he had completed the act of fornication.
"'Now me! Now me!' Sal cried impatiently when he realized his pal had climaxed.
"Karl slid off my body and the other fifteen year old was on top of me in a flash. He didn't need any instructions after watching the blond kid bang me. He rammed his big, juicy dong all the way into my much used slit and pumped excitedly.
"The lad was clumsy like all virgins but I found this very awkwardness to be an added delight. I was sick of those slimy profession hookers like Juan.
"The dark-haired boy reached his climax and trembled all over as his sperm left his young body. I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he was introduced to the adult world for the first time.
"After Sal was laid I had both boys take a nipple each and then suck on them. I stroked Karl's blond head and Sal's dark one as they lay together on me. It was during this intimate moment they told me about their previous homosexual experiences.
"I've never seen two fellows make it with one another,' I said. 'There'll be an extra five bucks in it for you kids if you show me.'
"I don't know if it was the money or if it was the fact they both loved one another but they didn't waste time going into their gay act. Sal went down on the blond boy and mouthed his dick until it erected once more.
"He Frenched his pal until Karl had an orgasm. The dark-haired lad continued with the oralism until the blonde's penis went limp again.
"Sal was fully erected once more and he satisfied himself by rolling his friend over on his belly and Greeking him in his tight little ass. By the way these two boys made love I could see that they were no strangers to the gay world.
"The homosexual scene made me very excited and I Frenched both boys even though they didn't have enough energy to climax for the third time. The three of us spent long moments licking and sucking one another's body and I had each of the boys French a female sex organ for the first time.
"By the time we had exhausted ourselves our bodies were covered with hickies and we were all very satisfied.
"Karl and Sal will be here tonight so I'm looking forward to another orgy. You would think that, by now, I would get tired of boys but I'm not. As a matter-of-fact I now want to buy young studs by the lots.
"One of these days I want an orgy with six or seven boys between the ages of fourteen and seventeen. I'll have them do a lot of homosexual stuff like forming a Daisy Chain for my lecherous pleasure.
"Youth seems to be keeping me young. I'm now like my last husband, Donald, who spent his remaining years screwing and sucking around with teenagers. It may have killed him but what a way to die!
"I wish all my husbands could see me now. They had used me when I was a very young girl and, now that I'm on in years, I am using young lads.
"Why should it be that only men can enjoy themselves with the bodies of the very young? Because I'm in my fifties does it mean that I should dry up and blow away like dust?
"Shit, I have passions, too! I expect to go on having healthy young boys for the rest of my life. I'm not a bit ashamed of my desires for them."
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Francine protests too much when she claims that she is not ashamed of her passion for teenaged boys because, like all mature women who have sexual relations with very young males, she has a deep rooted sense of guilt about pedophilia.
With all of the woman's many affairs and marriages she has never really loved anyone and that is her main tragedy. The closest she ever came to any meaningful relationship was with Tommy, the fifteen year old lad she had picked up on a highway.
Most of her pedophilic affairs never last for more than a single night, but she lived with Tommy for two months. When this boy left her she gave up hoping that she could recreate the relationship with another lad.
The woman went from boy to boy in an almost frantic search for her own lost youth. The older she became the more she needed boys to prove to her that she still possessed womanly attractiveness.
Anthony Storr, in his book, SEXUAL DEVIATION, claims that women who feel that they cannot compete any longer on an adult level seek out males much younger than themselves because they know they can dominate the situation.
Usually these women attach themselves to weak men or those they know will not turn them down for younger females. For this reason older women often associate with effeminates and become, in the language of the homosexual, "fag hags".
Francine, with her growing interest in male homosexuality, is going to find herself tagged with this bitter phrase in time. She appears on her way to becoming one of those elderly, well to do women who travel about with very young and dependent males in tow like French poodles.
When Francine was a girl she discovered that older men desired her body and, quite coldly, she went about exploiting their attentions. Her first marriage with a perverted man old enough to be her father who had a fetish for leather and furs made her colder still so that real, romantic love was out of the question.
After exploiting two more older men she became disgusted with herself for engaging in erotic positions with them. Once she believed herself to be financially secure she hoped to have interesting sex relations with younger men for a change but her three marriages had killed what little real affection she had and she went from man to man never finding one she could really get close to.
All Francine found were calculating men who hired out their bodies for steep prices. It was only when she discovered teenaged boys in her forties that the woman found anything that resembled the kind of love she always wanted.
Revenge plays a major part in Francine's pedophilia. By seducing young lads she is getting back at her three husbands for using her body when she was very young. Now that she is the villain instead of the victim she wants to make up for the youth that she bartered away for financial comforts.
Richard von Krafft-Ebing, in his well known work, PSYCHOPATHIA SEXUALIS, claims that adults who have given up hope of ever finding love with people of their own age group usually turn to children and teenagers to vent their frustrations on.
While Krafft-Ebing states that pedophilia is usually a male deviation it is not uncommon for mature women to seduce minor boys. It is this frustration that motivates the thrice divorced woman of fifty-five and not her claim that she goes to young boys because they are less expensive than adult males.
A mature woman needs the company of another mature mind if not body. While she will find a great deal of sexual satisfaction with teenaged studs she will never find social satisfaction.
There is just too much of a generation gap between herself and the teenaged lads and this gap will increase as she gets older and she continues to seek out young boys who could be her grandchildren.