Chapter 2
THE SPINSTERS
Women who have never been married before represent a sizeable percentage of the membership of the Women's Youth Exchange. Some of these women were past sixty and I was interested in interviewing one of these older females.
CASE HISTORY: Loretta, age 61.
The aged spinster lived in a brownstone in the better part of New York City. Loretta not only lived in this house, she owned it. The charming, gray-haired woman worked hard all her life in real estate and was now semi-retired, selling a property every now and then when the mood struck her. She did not need the money for she had all she required. Since Loretta had never been married she had no husband, children or grandchildren to leave her estate to so she decided to spend it on herself. One way that she was doing it was sending for young boys via the WYE.
Loretta was hesitant at first when I introduced myself and informed her what my intention was. But she agreed to the interview soon was speaking most frankly:
"All my life it was work, work, and more work. When I was a girl I was shy around boys, life was a lot stricter then. The sex impulse was something no decent girl ever admitted that she had. In my teens I developed some awful crushes on boys my age but I was too inhibited to accept an invitation for a walk in the park.
"In my day when a boy asked a girl to walk in the park with him it usually meant that he wanted to kiss her in some secluded spot. I wanted to be kissed ... and more but my strict upbringing prevented me from giving into this impulse. My parents were very old-fashioned even for those days. I was their only child and I had the feeling that I was the result of their one and only sexual experience. Both had tried it once and had found it mutually distasteful. Ever since I could remember I thought that sex was something I had to avoid and be afraid of. This thought was so ingrained in me that I never married. A pity for I now know that I would have made a man a good wife. It was only very recently that I found out I could be very sexual. Yes, I waited until I was past sixty before I gave up my virginity. Isn't that a shame? Think of all the pleasure I had missed? Instead of making love I had turned my needs into other channels and made money. Oh, I'm not knocking money but what good is it if you can't enjoy it?
"Elderly men, widowers mainly, consider me a good catch. Not only have I kept my figure and looks I'm loaded besides. I could easily have my pick of men my age but I don't want them. What I want is all that wonderful young sex I had avoided as a girl. I found out that there was a club that catered to women like me and I sent in my name. I was given a choice of boys ranging in age from twelve to eighteen. Twelve seemed much too young and boys of eighteen seemed too muscular to me. Since I was still a virgin I didn't want to be hurt with an over-sized penis. Fifteen seemed just about right. I recalled how attracted I had been to boys that age when I was a girl.
"A nice-looking boy named Johnny came within the next few days. He had soft brown eyes and dark, curly hair. Even though I was close to a half century his senior I felt a very strong erotic attraction towards the boy. When I talked to Johnny I found that, despite his youth, his sexual experiences were many and varied. He was also a lot less shy than I was. After I had told him that I had never been loved sexually his brown eyes snapped open. 'You mean you've never been laid?' he gasped.
"His lack of inhibitions stunned me at first but I soon got used to it. In fact, I picked up his very frank way of talking within a couple of hours. Just saying all those words that I had been forbidden even to think about thrilled me. 'Johnny,' I asked him once I got him to this apartment, 'how many women have you laid?'
"'I'm not supposed to say but I've banged nine women since I've started working,' he answered.
"I blushed furiously while the fifteen year old boy took it all calmly. 'Don't you find me too old for you?' I wanted to know.
"Johnny grabbed my crotch area. 'All women are the same age here,' he told me.
"At the age of sixty-one, for the very first time in my life, a male had touched my sexual area. It was as if he had pressed a button to my long-buried impulses. I returned the gesture and cupped my hand over his crotch. I could feel the size and shape of his penis. It was soft and limp but it was just beginning to erect. I begged the young boy to pull his sex organ out so I could see it swell and grow.
"Johnny unzipped his fly. I watched his wonderful piece of flesh engorge and stiffen until it uplifted, throbbing with life. I knelt down and kissed it. Johnny started to remove his jacket and shirt. His body was on the slender side but lean and healthy. I wanted to eat him alive he looked that good to me. Instead I ran the tip of my tongue along the length of his sex and kissed his bare legs.
"I stood up and took off my dress. The fifteen year old boy looked on rather impassively. After all, he was an old hand at watching women undress before him. I took off my bra last because my breasts hung low and pendulant. I was afraid of offending the young boy and 'turning him off sexually. I did not want that handsome organ to become limp again before I had a chance to get at it.
"Johnny pressed in close to me and grabbed my crotch once more. 'You've got a nice body for an old lady,' he said with disarming frankness.
"I slipped my fingers over his raging flesh. 'And you have a nice body, too, darling,' I told him.
"I was trembling and my voice shook. Had I waited too long for sex? Would the penis of a fifteen year old boy harm me in any way? Johnny quickly divined my fears. He patted my buttocks and spoke soothingly. 'There's nothing to worry about,' he said. 'Sex is fun."
"Sex is fun. For the boy it was all that simple. But how could I communicate with this child across a half a century of being repressed and trained into fearing sex? This boy was lucky. He had been introduced to life's greatest pleasure early and so accepted it in stride. All I could think of was a corny, melodramatic line; 'Be gentle with me."
"We went to bed. I lay rigid and wanting at the same time. Johnny placed his beautiful nakedness next to mine and fondled my body. 'Relax,' he said. 'This won't be as bad as you think it is."
"Imagine a fifteen year old boy having to tell a woman past sixty to relax and enjoy sex? If I had been a fifteen year old girl I could have understood it but I was a wealthy business woman, hard in the ways of the world. Well, the business world at any rate. The world of love was something that I knew nothing about.
"Johnny pressed his lips against mine. How dewy fresh he seemed! How very young and alive! His lips seemed to pump life into me like cool, clean water being pumped into the roots of a dying tree. I clutched that dark, curly head of his and held him. If only I had accepted that invitation to walk in the park with a boy Johnny's age so long ago. I tried to think of myself as a girl again, someone young and untouched. And, at any rate, I was untouched.
"The boy slipped his lean, smooth body on top of mine. His bare skin sent an electric shock through me. A naked young male upon me! Ah, my parents should see me now!
"Johnny was very considerate. He knew that I was a virgin and so did not hurry. You would think a boy his age would have no control at all but this wonderful fifteen year old moved into me easily. He took his erected part in his hand and began to probe my vagina with it. Then he pushed in the head of his organ. I had thought my opening had dried up and had become useless through lack of sex. But the young boy pushed into me as if I had been taking male sex organs all my life.
"He slid into all the way and I felt my maidenhood tear. It wasn't as painful as I had been led to believe. It fact, it was really quite pleasant. I was no longer a virgin! At the age of sixty-one I had finally become a woman!
"Johnny lifted his rump and pushed into me again. I curled my hands over his buttocks and squeezed. The fifteen year old pumped down sexually once more, this time a bit harder. He moved in and out of me rapidly and my passions reached a peak. Waves of erotic joy swept over me. My blood pounded. The naked boy on top of me grunted and sighed as he had his climax. I felt his maleness spew into me like a stream of hot lava. For the moment I thought of the fears I had of becoming pregnant but I then realized I was well past the child-bearing age. Johnny, this boy-lover, was my child. He was the one who was giving me life.
"I held him tightly as he poured his virility into my ancient flesh. I clutched his dark curls and felt his young mouth against mine. It was over. My first sexual experience. What had all those fears been about? Why had I been lied to? What was so terrible about sex anyhow?
"Johnny slept in my arms naked that night. When I looked down at his vital young body I took pride in the knowledge that I had drained him sexually and that he needed rest. But I was too aroused to sleep. I kept runing my hands over his body hoping that he would become aroused, too, and take me once more.
"In the middle of the night when the fifteen year old boy was fast asleep I pulled back the covers and gazed at his naked body in the moonlight. His limp sex lay on its side across the dark patch of his pubic hair. I kissed his flesh and took it orally. As I fellated the boy I felt his penis swell. Johnny stirred in his sleep as he became erected. When he was fully aroused he woke up. 'Loretta?' he asked.
"I pulled my head away for a moment. 'Sorry, Johnny, but I just had to do this. I couldn't resist you."
"'I had a dream that I was being Frenched,' he told me. 'That's what woke me up."
"'I want to French you until dawn,' I answered and put my mouth on him again. After all the sex we had had earlier Johnny was still a bit weak and it was a long time before I could drain him again. I didn't mind. My body had lived without male sex organs for so long that now I couldn't get enough of them.
"When I let Johnny go a week later it wasn't because I was tired of him. I just wanted to get as many young boys as I could. Somehow I was hung up on the fifteen year olds. They were just right for me. They were halfway between being men and being children. I had a couple of eight-teen year olds but, after Johnny, they seemed too old for me. Imagine that? An eighteen year old boy being too old for a sixty-one year old woman! I guess I was just trying to make up for the youth I never had by having sex with as many young boys as I could. With every new boy I have this fear that my advanced age would disgust them but I've lately stopped thinking of myself as old. I think like a fifteen year old and I act like a fifteen year old around these wonderful youngsters. I could kick myself. I've waited until I was past sixty to be a girl for the first time."
Loretta, one of the oldest women in the Youth Exchange, acts like one of the youngest. Having sex relations with so many young boys has altered her. Before, she had been dour and serious but now she is alert and happy. Her friends don't know what has brought about the change and Loretta swears she isn't going to tell them. She wants to keep the boys to herself. Although a friend had put her on to the Youth Exchange Loretta doesn't want to give the address out to any other women. She is greedy for the flesh of young males and she is not in a mood to share it with anyone else.
Loretta is genrerous with her boys when they come but they don't know just how generous she intends to be. The wealthy real estate businesswoman intends to leave the bulk of her will to all the young boys who have made her happy in the remaining years of her life. At the age of sixty-one she has finally taken that walk in the park and she wants to show her gratitude.
CASE HISTORY: Susan, age 32.
At the age of thirty-two Susan had never been married but this did not mean that, like Loretta, she was a virgin. When she was twenty, Susan, an attractive, shapely blonde, gave into the demands of a young man. He had promised to marry her but, once he had been satisfied, he went his way leaving the girl desolate in a run-down motel. Susan, who had run away with the young man, was too depressed and disgusted with herself to return home. She stayed in the town where the young man had deserted her and worked as a waitress. In time she was able to save up and buy the restaurant. She later ex-banded by buying the very motel she had been seduced in, too.
While still young Susan found herself a fairly well off woman. She was able to hire help so that she could take it easy for the first time in twelve years. Ever since her seduction at the age of twenty Susan had avoided men. Her first experience so revolted her that she was not able to think of men romantically at all. This aversion towards the male sex made her drift towards Lesbianism. Off and on over the past twelve years Susan has had a series of girl friends. However, she could never really have a deep and lasting relationship with any of them. At the age of thirty-two she realized that she was not meant to be a Lesbian but a woman who needed males. And yet she could not bring herself to love men. But very young boys were another story. Here is how Susan tells it:
"Maybe I shouldn't be so up-tight about men. That affair happened a long time ago, after all. How innocent I was then! I had the dumb notion that a girl should save herself for her wedding night. I fell for this guy and thought he'd marry me but all he wanted was a screwing.
"That bastard really plowed me that night. It was right here in this motel. He had a hard on him like a gorilla and he banged me like an animal, too. I'm just thankful I didn't get knocked-up. Too many girls are walking around with their bellies full of trouble.
"Somehow I got the idea that I was really a dyke. I figured that if I hated the meat men pack between their legs then I must really dig chicks. The first one I had was a waitress. She was a cute kid with a saucy little can and a fine set of boobies. When I invited her to my room and made a pass at her she didn't seem to mind. I took one of her breasts in my hands and could see that her red nipple was sticking up hard. I took it in my mouth and gradually worked around until I took just about every part of her body the same way, too.
"I kept trying to convince myself that I was a Lesbian but something in me said that this was all wrong. Girls don't belong with girls. Girls belong with boys. Anyhow this chick runs off with the first guy who asks her so I guess she wasn't a dyke, either.
"I didn't have any shortage of guys trying to make it with me. I always told them that I just didn't go for them but they insisted I was really straight and not gay. I guess they all knew that I wasn't a dyke, either.
"The last one I had was a dyke down to her backbone and she told me to atop kidding myself and find a guy with big pisser. Well, I've already had a guy like that and he was nothing but trouble. Then this chick fills me in about an organization she heard of that supplies women with young boys. If I hated grown men maybe I could make it with a little kid.
"Just for the hell of it I sent away for the youngest one on the list. This pretty little twelve year old boy shows up and I can hardly believe that the kid is supposed to make it with me, a woman of thirty-two.
"I have to admit he's cute, though, He seems a little too bright and knowing for his age but that only seems to add to his cuteness. I take him into my room and ask him what does he do now. Alan, that's his name, opens up his pants and says, 'I guess we take our clothes off first. That's what I did the other times."
"Little Alan takes off his clothes and stands in front of me with his thing sticking up like a finger. He is so young he doesn't even have hair around it. 'You make women happy with that? I ask and flick it with my thumb.
"'Lots of women like boys my age. Don't you? You sent for me? If you don't like me you can always send me back."
"Well, this really kills me. I can't send the kid back. He's just so damned cute! The idea that I could have sex with this twelve year old boy didn't seem unusual at all for some reason. I guess that I was so used to unusual sex with other girls it didn't bother me. I just looked at that lovely little body and realized that I was seeing the second male sex organ I had ever been this close to.
"I touched Alan's thing again. It was a sweet little piece of meat, so clean and wholesome. It wasn't like that huge, hurting ugly thing that my first man had carried. Alan didn't make me afraid. I knew that I was in complete control of the sexual activity and I guess that's what attracted me most of all.
"When I took off my blouse little Alan smiled and blushed. He wasn't all that hard-boiled. How could he be at twelve? The sight of a naked female was something that still excited him even if he was supposed to be a crosscountry, boy-whore. Now I have a pretty good size of boobs and Alan drew in his breath sharply when I bared them. He sat next to me on the bed and cupped one of his small hands over a breast. His fingers swept over the nipple and made it react. 'Like 'em baby?' I asked.
"Alan nodded. At twelve there was still much of the little child in him and boobs brought back memories, I suppose. But, then, there are a lot of guys I know who are boob-happy. I stood up wearing nothing but my panties and I told Alan to pull them down. His hands shook when he reached for them and I was glad to see that. I was thrilling him, exciting him. The boy pulled down my panties and stared hard at my cleft. He swallowed hard and looked up at me. 'Am I too much woman for you, Alan?' I asked.
"'No ... no, ma'am', he answered in a quite, little voice.
"When I stood next to him with my well-packed body he seemed so tiny and innocent. I guess that was his big attraction for mature women. It was the big attraction for me. It had been a long time since I had seen innocence in a male.
"'Well, sweetheart,' I said, 'what do we do now?'
"His answer rocked me. In a sweet, boyish voice he said, T guess we fuck."
"'You show me how, my good man,' I answered and held out my hand. He took my hand and led me over to the bed. I stretched out on it and Alan climbed right on top of me. He was swallowing hard and blushing beet-red. He placed his chest between my boobs and the top of his head reached my lips. Alan seemed to be thrusting a finger into my cleft but it turned out to be his thing. I hardly felt it, really. It felt like one of my dyke friends masturbating me with her hand. And yet this was more exciting than the finger of a dyke. This was the real thing, a male sex organ that was slipping in and out of my body.
"I put my arms around the naked twelve year old and felt his heart beat wildly against my breast. I kissed the top of his head as he pumped away. Then he let loose. For the size of the kid I was surprised that he packed so much stuff. It just kept shooting out and, again despite the size of the boy, I started to react myself. I lifted my knees and clamped the boy's slender hips between my inner thighs. This action shot a bolt through him and he erected once more inside me and again he let loose. I suddenly had the greatest urge to play the male part and I rolled him over on his back. I pressed my torso against his little body and pumped away. Alan gave out with a cry of real passion and, would you believe it?, he got stiff and let loose the third time.
"The naked twelve year old was damp with sweat before I was through with him. When I peeled off him he just lay there like a rag doll, so completely in my power. My dyke friend had been right about one thing ... I did need a young boy to set me on the straight path of sex. Men revolted me but not this pretty child. I leaned over and licked his chest. I licked down to his stomach and took that sweet flesh of his. Alan was too spent to work up another bout but I mouthed him real good anyhow. Then he reached up to my breasts. He wanted them. I bent forward and pressed one of my nipples against his lips. His mouth opened and he took the hard nipple. Alan sucked on my nipple and he closed his eyes as he did. I never noticed how long his lashes were before. They were dark against his pale face. His nose was perfect and small and it dug into my breast. I was overpowered with a feeling of deep, genuine love for the boy. I held him in my arms like a baby while he sucked at my nipple.
"I kept Alan for three full weeks. I had planned to keep him only for one week but I just couldn't let him go. The toughest thing was to palm him off as my nephew to the people around here. Most people seem to accept that explanation because they couldn't accept no other. Yet there were some who had the feeling that I was actually shacking up with a twelve year old kid. The only one who really knew was the dyke who had put me on to the Youth Exchange. I told her that she should take the kid to bed with her but she told me that she just didn't care for males no matter how young and pretty they were.
"The boy enjoyed himself here. It was true that he was a whore but he swam in the motel pool and hiked around the countryside just like any other boy his age. Oh, he did try to milk me for an extra buck now and again and I gave in to him. Hell, the cute kid was well worth it. For one thing he got me over my feelings against men. Three weeks with little Alan was better than three years at some head doctor's ... and a lot cheaper. Yeah, I've got me a grown guy now. Alan was a lot of fun but I didn't want to make a career out of little boys. The Women's Youth Exchange still sends me letters and pictures thinking I'm still with the group but I'm not any more. Alan was enough. He straightened me out. I sometimes wonder where that cute little bastard is now? I hope the woman he's with is treating him real nice because he's worth his weight in gold."
Women dropped out of the Youth Exchange for a variety of reasons, usually because they were afraid of being caught with a boy so young. However, Susan's case is a unique one. Her twelve year old boy lover had cured her of a sexual hang-up that was as old as he was. For twelve years the mature woman had been twisted by a love-hate of men and now the twelve year old boy had taken away the hate part making her a happy woman again. A little child had led her out of her private hell.
CASE HISTORY: Joanne, age 44.
Not all drop-outs from the WYE were as happy as Susan, however. Joanne claimed she had dropped out of the Youth Exchange when I interviewed her. She claimed that it was really very wrong for mature women to have sexual relations with young boys no matter how enjoyable it was for both parties. I had the idea that Joanne was suffering from guilt over the pleasures she had received from the young boys but I was not completely convinced that she had given the lads up for good.
Joanne is a school teacher which makes her addiction to young boys all the more a matter of concern for her. If the school ever heard about her sexual interest in young boys she would be fired. In the high school Joanne teaches history there are several boys the spinster has fallen in love with yet she does not dare express her feelings towards them. One slip and she would be through in the teaching profession.
The spinster lives in a cottage near the high school. She is not rich by any means but, through careful savings and investments, Joanne has managed to make her financial position secure. The unmarried teacher is still not well enough off to risk her job so she has a fear of being discovered. At first she had thought that I was a police official but, once she realized that I was a writer who would protect her identity, she willingly talked about herself as if to convince me that she was serious about avoiding young boys in the future. Here is her story:
"I know it is all insane; a woman of forty four having sexual desires for teenaged boys. The odd thing is that I never had any sexual desires to speak of when I was younger. As a girl I was more interested in getting an education and starting a career than I was in boys. At the back of my mind was the idea that I would marry some day, perhaps a professor or another man in the educational field.
"When I passed by thirtieth birthday I realized that my chances of ever marrying were slight. All the men my age were married. I saw my future in the women around me, other school teachers who live alone or, in some cases, with their parents even though they were well into middle age.
"I had heard that women never reach their sexual peak until they are in their thirties. It was true in my case. Quite suddenly I became most interested in sex. I brought sex books and imagined myself in all kinds of situations. Some of the males I daydreamed about were boys I taught. Since I taught children of fourteen and fifteen this annoyed me. Should I be thinking of having sex relations with boys so young?
"As I grew older my desires became greater. I had to fight down the urge to ask some of the boys I really liked to my cottage. This is a small town. If I ever did touch a boy in an erotic way the news would be out inside of hours and I would not be able to teach again.
"I tried to become interested in older men but they did not seem interested in a middle-aged spinster. When it came to sex men seemed to have the advantage of picking and choosing. Why must this be so? A man reaches his sexual peak in his late teens and then peters out from then on. By the time he is forty his sexual ability is at least half of what it had been at eighteen. A woman is different. In her teens her sexual interest are not as strong as they are when she reaches middle-age. For this reason I can't see why older women and teenaged boys cannot be lovers in the open. They are both in a stage of life where their sexual peaks are equal so their enjoyment can be that much greater.
"At the age of forty I decided to lose my virginity. I am not unattractive and I watch my weight so I didn't think a boy would be repelled by me. Then I heard about this club that send young boys to older women for a price. Since my erotic interests centered mainly about boys of fourteen and fifteen I asked for a handsome fifteen year old.
"George showed up at my cottage with a suitcase in hand. He looked very much like a boy I was interested in at school and that was why I had picked him in the first place. He had a very nice physique. He didn't seem at all surprised that I was so much older than he was.
"I did not want him to stay at the cottage for fear that my relationship would be discovered. It was vacation time so I took George with me in a camper, a small truck made up with living quarters. I drove to a secluded place I knew of and parked. I was shaking like a leaf when I went into the living quarters part of the camper with my fifteen year old boy.
"The spot I had selected to park was right on the banks of a small lake that was rarely used since it was off the beaten vacation path. George said he would like to swim first and I thought that that was a good idea, too. When I pulled out my bathing suit he flashed me a boyish smile. 'Don't you want to go in skinny?' he asked.
"I didn't know what he meant at first and then I knew that he wanted to swim naked. Although it was a very secluded spot and it was rare that anyone else ever came to the lake I was still hesitant about swimming in the nude. My old school teacher, spinsterish attitude, I guess.
"George, on the other hand, had no shyness about swimming in the nude. He stripped off his clothes and dove into the lake. My skin tingled as I watch this naked fifteen year old knife through the water. I became so aroused that I took of my own clothes and joined him.
"We splashed around for awhile and George left the lake first. The late afternoon sun shone on his wet body. He was a splendid specimen of adolescent manhood. He was well developed with smooth, hard muscles and his penis seemed exceptionally long. Of course, I was hardly an expert on male sex organs but George impressed me as being excessively built in this area. He stood on the bank with a smile on his face, his hands on his hips and very much exposed. 'Aren't you coming out, Joanne?' he teased.
"I knew that he realized how shy I was about the whole affair. I wanted to get out of the lake and into the camper quickly, not that I was so impassioned, but I was afraid some people might show up. I walked out of the lake revealing my nakedness to a male for the first time. My breasts swung back and forth with every step I took. The smile left the boy's face and he began to leer. George riveted his blue eyes into my body and I could feel them going from my breasts to my vagina. He liked me! I was exciting him. I watched his penis grow longer, curl upward and throb in an erect position. As soon as I stepped out of the water he slipped his hand around my waist and led me into the camper. He was as anxious for sex as I was.
"We dried one another and the fifteen year old rubbed the tip of his sex organ across the lips of my vagina. His young, stiff flesh seemed so very large and demanding. Were all fifteen year old boys built like this, I wondered? Or, was George exceptional?
"He took my shoulders and pushed me gently against the bed. Then he knelt over me with his knees pressing down on both sides of my hips. He seemed to want to watch his penis being inserted into my body. The young boy pushed in the first inch and I gave a quick jerk to my flesh. He leaned forward a bit and pushed his hard organ into me an inch more. George still looked down at the sexual connection as if the sight of it supplied him with a special erotic thrill. He took his time moving into me. When his throbbing flesh ripped through my maidenhood I pushed my torso up quickly and took in the last inch of his penis.
"George lifted his body and I felt his sex part slide upward. Just as he was about to leave me entirely he pushed down again in one, fast stroke. I let out a sharp gasp. He rose and fell again. George held me tight and braced himself as he moved as rapidly as possible. In sheer passion I spread my legs wide. This is what I had been dreaming of for so long. This is what I had wanted so many young boys to do and now fifteen year old George was giving me the love I had denied myself until I had reached middle-age.
"The boy proved to me that I was far from being frigid. Sexual release roared through my body in shock waves. I had heard that many women never achieved this level of eroticism but I was enjoying it in my maiden voyage into sex. The boy released himself and stopped moving. We held each other hard as he poured his young manhood into my naked body. When it was over he rolled over on his back, his long-, limp penis flapping wetly. 'You're a good lay,' he told me frankly. Then he saw my virginal blood. He expressed shock that this was my first sexual experience. 'Hell,' he said, 'I thought you had guys before. You mean you waited all this time before you had sex?'
"I reached over and grabbed his sex organ. 'It has been too long,' I told him. 'Now I want to make up for lost time."
"In my daydreams I had always thought of fellatio as being something quite evil, something that only the most debased of women performed. However, I did not feel debased when I took the young boy orally. His flesh filled me and stiffened slowly as I manipulated my tongue. I gagged when he released himself but I did not break the erotic contact. When his passions drained into me for the second time I thought of all the years I had wasted in frustration and solitude.
"Although this boy was my first lover I knew that he was an expert one. He had the ability to take me to the highest level of sexual excitement in order that I may enjoy passion to the fullest. The boy stopped at nothing. He pressed his mouth against my female opening and performed cunnilingus, not as a duty, but as something he really craved. George loved to play with my breasts. One of his favorite positions was to straddle me, placing his penis between my breasts and then moving them so he would spew out his maleness. All my life I had been a teacher but this fifteen year old was teaching me so many wonderful ways in which one could have sexual pleasure.
'I wanted to keep George on for my entire vacation but I simply could not afford to do so.
But, before my vacation ended, I got another boy from the Youth Exchange, a fourteen year old. He wasn't as well developed as George but he knew how to give pleasure.
"When I returned to school for the next term everyone remarked about how well I looked. I not only felt younger but seemed younger, too. I had the idea that this was the result of the acts of fellatio I had performed upon the young boys. Their youthful sexual energies were like medicine.
"I still did not attempt to seduce any of the boys at school once I got back. I decided only to have sex away from the town and with the boys sent from Los Angeles. This was hard on me because I had to wait for vacations before I could enjoy these lovely lads.
"For the past few summers I have been enjoying boys. Last summer I had five different boys in the thirteen to fifteen year old age group. When I had the thirteen year old I suddenly realized just what kind of a woman I had become. Why, the boy was just a child! There was a thirty year difference in our ages and there I was performing sexual acts upon his slim, little body.
"After having so many boys it may seem a little late to feel guilty about them but I've decided to give them up. If I can't find an older man then I will learn to live without sex. Many women do, you know? I can't complain because, for the past few years, I've had the highest degree of sexual pleasure from young boys. I'll have these memories to keep me warm nights."
The more Joanne claimed that she was giving up boys the more I felt that she wanted, them. I was sure that by next summer she would be out on that lake swimming 'skinny' with another young boy. Sexual pleasure had come late in her life and I doubted that she was going to give it up because this passing feeling of guilt.