Chapter 4

THE MARRIED WOMEN

A surprising number of married women were members of the Youth Exchange. Although some of youth with their husband's knowledge and, in bands notice many more enjoyed the stud service of youth with their husbands knowledge and, in some cases, their cooperation! The reasons why men would allow their wives to have sex relations with very young boys are as varied as there are cases. It is much easier to understand a case in which the husband is kept in the dark about his wife's passion for young boys. The following is one example:

CASE HISTORY: Agnes, age 47.

The subject lives with her husband in a fashionable part of an Eastern city. Agnes is a short, dumpy woman with a pleasant face and a quiet voice. No one would suspect that she has been having sex relations with boys of thirteen, fourteen and fifteen for the past year. She looks more like the head of the local P.T.A. which, it turned out, she was. Although Agnes is a mother all her children were young adults and she is a grandmother three times over. She has absolutely no guilty feelings about her involvement with boys three decades and more her junior. To her sex is one of life's pleasures like drinking and eating and should be enjoyed on just a regular a basis as they are.

"I have nothing to hide. I would like to tell my husband about my little boy lovers but I know how stuffy he would be about it. Men are such prudes, really!

"John, my husband, is just a few years older than I am but he gave up sex about ten years ago. It was then he asked for a seperate room because he needed to work late at night. John is very ambitious and hard working but I knew that the real reason he wanted that room was to get away from me. I always tried to get him to love me at least once a week and he just couldn't rise to the occasion so to speak.

"I must admit I'm no beauty but does this mean I have to live without sex? People have the odd notion that, when a woman becomes a grandmother, sex should be behind her ... far behind her. I just don't think that way. I think that people should have sex in every age from babyhood on.

"What is so terrible about sex, anyhow? It is a natural, normal function. When I was a girl the word sex wasn't even mentioned at our house let alone being discussed. Once I walked into the bathroom and saw my father naked and drying himself after a shower. The way he ranted and raved you would think I was some kind of sex pervert. I saw his penis. It was only in a split second flash but I didn't feel that it was such an awful organ. A long, tube of flesh hanging down with a patch of hair over it. Is this the ghastly object that I had to fear and avoid?

"I stayed a virgin until I married. John was a virgin too. This should have told me that he was not exactly the most emotional and sexual man in the world. He fumbled badly on our wedding night and the whole business was fraught with tension. At any rate we managed to get used to one another, after a fashion, and children were born to us.

"My husband seemed more interested in his work and stayed at the office overtime even though he did not get paid for it. He advanced rapidly and now is quite important in his company in a way, this is his real love, his real wife.

"I was still a young woman when John moved into his own room. Sex might be over for him but it wasn't for me. I could not find a man just like that. I was too timid. Boys, however, did not frighten me. I thought of how wonderful it would be to have a really young male, someone in his teen I could make love to.

"Then I heard about the Youth Exchange. I could not bring a boy into my home so I rented a cottage fifty miles away. It was secluded and private. I brought my first boy here. Robert was his name and he was just thirteen. He was about my height but much slimmer and much pretiter. Robert had blond hair and dimples, a very lovely child.

"I took him to the cottage after first making up an excuse that I had to be away for a week. John didn't seem to mind even though I had never been away from home on my own since we got married. John didn't seem to mind what I did. I was sure that he never suspected I was seeing a lover on the side ... a thirteen year old lover.

"I suppose it was the mother in me but I had to make the boy a meal first. He told me that he was an orphan who had escaped from the institution he had been living in. He told me how unhappy he had been at the place and my heart just went out to him. He seemed so small and defenseless. But I did not feel guilty about wanting to have sex with him. Sex, was love, sexlessness was hate.

"Robert had some cookies and milk. There was a milk mark over his ruby lips and he wiped it away with his sleeve. His actions were all so boyish, all so charming. 'Do you want me to do it to you now?' he asked.

"'Yes,' was all I could manage to say. I could feel the blood rise up in my face making me red.

"Robert took off his clothes. He had a beautiful body and his penis was in a full state of erection. I wanted to mouth him. I had never mouthed John nor he me. I was too timid to make that move and he was just too stuffy to care for this form of sexual pleasure. I placed my hands on the thirteen year old boy's hips and brought him close to me as I sat on a chair. His throbbing young sex organ was only a couple of inches from my lips. I knew that a lot of people thought this particular act as sinful but I could see no harm in taking the lad's sex organ orally. I cupped my hands over Robert's buttocks and brought him closer to me as I opened my mouth. He filled me with his flesh. The boy didn't seemed the least surprised by this act of fellatio and I was sure that he had had it performed upon him before.

"I moved my head back and forth with my tongue sweeping over his lust-stiffened manhood.

The young boy released his passion and I allowed the evidence of his virility to enter me, I kept holding him fast by his pretty rump until his climax had passed. I kissed his flat stomach and his narrow chest. I kissed his neck and then his mouth. As I did his lips parted and his tongue probed into me. French-kissing, they called it. I had never been French-kissed let alone French anything. I had to wait until I was pushing fifty before I could find a young boy to kiss me like this.

"I took off my own clothes. I'm not proud of my body but I'm not exactly ashamed about it either. Robert didn't seem to mind the fact I was no beauty. He sat on the bed playing with his penis, making it hard for more love-making.

"I slipped into the bed next to him and we French-kissed again. Robert played with my breasts while I played with his sex organ. I could feel his sweet meat beginning to swell in my hand. When it was hard enough the thirteen year old boy placed his slim form on top of me. He neatly guided his flesh into my body and began to thrust sexually. The boy did not fumble as my husband had on our wedding night. If only some woman had seduced him at the age of thirteen perhaps we could have still been sleeping in the same room.

"Robert kept thrusting until he had another climax. It was the first time in ten years that a male organ had penetrated my body like that. This thought made me so sad that I wept. The young boy, bless him, thought that he had hurt me in some way. 'Don't cry lady,' he said. 'I didn't mean to be so hard on you."

"I held him in my arms. 'Oh, no, sweetheart,' I told him, 'I was just thinking how nice it would be if I were your age. How we could love one another."

"'We're doing that right now,' he answered in that direct children's manner.

"I had planned to spend only one week at the cottage with the boy but he was so enchanting that I had to keep him on. I telephoned John and told him that I would be delayed for another week and he actually sounded relieved that I wasn't coming back home. I then called the Youth Exchange. All members have their unlisted number. I had to first give my name and then a code that proved I was not an outsider. It is really all so cloak-and-dagger but, when a service deals in bringing mature women and young boys together it could not be too careful.

"The woman who answered seemed pleased that I was pleased with Robert. 'He's really one of our best boys,' she told me. 'Such a charmer. Well, have a good time."

"Robert was a very good boy, sexually and every other way. He even performed cunnilingus upon me. I had not expected this much out of the child because I know my figure does not exactly excite male passion. Anyhow he showed me all the forms of sexual experience I had missed. Robert performed sodomy upon me besides the oral acts. I just could not get enough of the child. When I woke in the morning and found his lovely, naked body besides mine I just had to kiss every part of him. It was my habit to wake him by engaging in fellatio with him. When he erected I knew that he was awake.

"This thirteen year old spoiled me more than I spoiled him. I gave him clothes and things but he gave me his complete devotion. I supposed that it was his emotionally bare past that had made him so anxious to please. I know because I was just like him. My life had been so lonely that I would do anything for anyone who would show me the slightest affection.

"But, unfortunately, not all boys strode so hard to please as Robert had. The next boy was a fifteen year old who never made a move towards me, I had to do just about everything. He was handsome and well-endowed but very sullen and moody. It was like pulling teeth to get him to speak but, when I finally did manage to get him to perform sexually, he did it very well. Although he was fifteen his penis was as large as my husband's but he was much more virile. He knew how to hold back and keep thrusting until I was trembling with passion. And then he would climax just as passions were released in me, too.

"The boy was a good technical lover. What he lacked was warmth. He was just too mechanical. If his organs were strapped on to Robert I would have the perfect lover.

"This fifteen year old didn't last with me long. I even let him go two days before the week was out. The Youth Exchange knew that I was not pleased with the boy and promised to send another like Robert. I asked them why couldn't they just send Robert himself. Then I got the bad news that another woman had him on a lengthy term and that they were somewhere in Europe together. I know that the boy is just a prostitute who sold his favors but I felt a keen pang of jealousy for him. The Exchange promised to send the boy to me after this other woman had finished with him. I felt like someone waiting in a meat market with a number in my hand. I told the Youth Exchange to send me another boy, anyone who was available.

"A cute fourteen year old showed up and we went out to the cottage. I was glad to see that he was not as mechanical and as sullen as my last boy had been. He was warm and wonderful although not like my beautiful Robert. The boy enjoyed having me perform oral acts upon him and waking him up every morning with my mouth on his flesh. We had a very nice week together and I sent him back to Los Angeles with a package of home-made cookies.

"The oddest thing about my affairs with young boys is that my husband doesn't seem the least bit interested when I am gone for a week or two. I have stopped making excuses or even calling him and yet he just goes about his business as if I were just the hired girl. Sometimes I am just dying to yell into his ears about the love affairs I am having with children. That would wake him up. But, why should I ruin this one opportunity I have for happiness? Let my husband sleep while I enjoy myself."

The man's complete indifference to his wife has made her sexual adventures possible. Agnes feels bitter about the fact that her husband would not even consider the idea that she is seeing other males on the side. Their sex life had been so dull that the husband would never believe his wife capable of such eroticism as performing fellatio on teenaged boys. But, Agnes knows that this very indifference also protects her. She can expect to go on having young boy lovers without her husband ever suspecting a thing. In the bitterness there is this sweetness.

CASE HISTORY: Karen, age 85.

While the first subjects husband did not know of his wife's affairs Karen's husband knew all a-long about his wife's sexual encounters with teenaged males. Not only did he know ... he approved! Karen is a strikingly good looking woman who has a slender yet shapely figure. She lives with her husband in an expensive co-op apartment in Manhattan. Her husband, Gregory, is twenty five years her senior and a popular attorney belonging to a well established firm. He is a handsome, gray-haired man who is highly respected in his profession and his beautiful wife is an asset to his business and social life.

Gregory had been married before and his first wife had died in an auto accident. When he met the beautiful Karen he was well into his fifties while she was still a young and vital woman. He had hoped to rekindle his passions through Karen but his youth had long since gone leaving his much younger wife unsatisfied.

Karen frankly told her husband that she had to have more sex in her life and that she was tempted to seek out other men. Gregory realized that he could not satisfy her and he also didn't want his wife to start playing around causing a scandal. The law firm he worked for was rigid and old-fashioned. It would not tolerate one of its members being involved in a messy sex case.

The lawyer took a direct course of action and decided to supply his wife with lovers. He is unique in being the only man to get in contact with the Youth Exchange. Gregory felt that teenaged boys would be the best for his wife since he knew that she could not become emotionally involved with boys so young. However, sexual involvement was all right. All he wanted the boys for were sort of living dildoes. Karen tells her story this way:

"I had to admit that Gregory was being very adult about the whole thing. Another man would have ranted that I was oversexed and divorced me. He wanted to keep me for his old age and to do this he knew he had to get me sexual gratification in some way. He contacted the Youth Exchange and had them send over an eighteen year old stud who was very well endowed.

"Sal was a rough kind of a kid with almost no education. I could see why my husband had picked him. He knew that I could not bear stupid people. In this way I would not fall in love with the boy and complicate matters. His eight inch penis was all Sal really had to offer.

"It certainly was enough to satisfy any woman. This stud plowed into me and gave me the best screw I've ever had and, before I married Gregory, I had been had by the best. I get so excited that I shoot my feet in the air while he goes up and down like a ball of fire. Sal reaches his peak and sends out his jet stream of love that all but nails me against the mattress. My husband always wanted to give me the best in everything and he certainly found me the best stud in the country.

"Sal is proud of his penis and he strutted around the room with it swinging back and forth every time we had sex. 'Ever see meat like this, baby?' he's ask waving the thing in my face.

"Of course, I never did see anyone as endowed as he was but his bragging got on my nerves. He wasn't much on conversation, I had to look to Gregory for that. I suppose a woman couldn't ask for too much in one package. While Gregory satisfied my mind Sal satisfied my body.

"The eighteen year old boy loved to be fellated. Even limp he was as long as most men are hard. When I took his organ in its relaxed state it filled me completely. As his weapon grew hard with desire I could barely encompass half of it. When he reached his peak he all but drowned me with passion. This boy was two men rolled into one.

"At first Gregory stayed away when Sal showed up but then he remained in the house while I went to the bedroom with the stud. The second Sal saw my husband he knew right away why he had been hired. 'Can't get it up, huh, pops?' be said to Gregory.

"My husband bristled and told him to go about his business. Sal wasn't the most tactful person in the world. He didn't know it at the time but that little remark just lost him a client. Gregory told the Exchange to send a stud with manners. For this he was willing to have a boy Who was short a couple of inches. The next stud was a nice looking kid of eighteen who had just an average body and sexual development. He didn't brag like Sal nor did he get on my husband's nerves. At no time did Chet even allude to the fact that my husband's sexual well had run dry. As a matter-of-fact Gregory rather liked the boy which said much for Chet considering the circumstance. The three of us would sit in the living room drinking brandy and smoking. It was something out of Noel Coward, really. Chet was bright, he was a college drop-out as a matter-of-fact. School bored him and he wanted to see the world and have all sorts of experiences before he settled down. Well, he was having all sorts of experiences with me. We did everything you could think of doing in bed.

"I worked out all kinds of positions with the boy. Once he sat on a chair and I straddled him so that his penis would inject right into my vagina. Since my weight held him down it was up to me to create the proper sexual friction. I bounced up and down on his lap with his sex organ still attached until he had his climax.

"Other times we tried to avoid having him reach his climax in order to work out as many sexual positions as possible while he was still erected. We picked up this book on Indian sex positions and tried to see how many we could get into before he let loose. It was just a game, a very adult game. We sat facing one another with our sex organs coupled and that was one position. As soon as it was achieved we'd go into the next where he stood up and I wrapped my legs around his hips and worked his penis into me. We went through about a dozen positions before he couldn't hold back anymore and creamed me good.

"Chet stayed on another week. Gregory enjoyed talking to the boy as much as I enjoyed sleeping with him. My husband was so taken with Chet that he even offered him a job in his firm since the boy had been a pre-law student. Chet turned it down telling my husband that his interest was in criminal rather than corporation law. I tried to tell the boy what a great opportunity he was turning down but he wouldn't listen. He felt that he was young enough to spend a couple of years getting rid of all his wild oats. Well, he got rid of quite a few of them with me.

"After Chet left I avoided studs for a couple of months and tried to be happy with Gregory. The boys I had had gratified me to an extent where I was no longer hounded by this need for big, raging male organs.

"Poor Gregory. He did his best. He tried to satisfy me orally but he knew that I would not be content with that kind of activity for long. I did my best to make him happy since he had been doing so much for me and I fellated him almost every night. We tried to kid ourselves into believing that this would be enough for both of us but I finally had to tell him that I needed another young stud.

"The Exchange sent a big, broad shouldered seventeen year old who, like Sal, was not much on conversation. But, at least he didn't annoy my husband. He didn't exactly entertain him either and Gregory never invited him for brandy in the living room. The boy was a good work horse stud who knew how to use both his penis and his mouth on me. After going to bed with him for week that dreadful urge was out of me again and I slept with Gregory for awhile. As it works out I must have a young stud for seven days out each month. The rest of the time I can be content with my husband. Our pattern of life has formed. It is a pattern that must include young males. Since Gregory doesn't mind, I don't mind and the boys don't mind I am sure that my marriage will last. Perhaps, someday when this need is finally gone out of me for good, I can finally settle down with my husband."

CASE HISTORY: Laura, age 4l.

I had thought that the above case was strange until I interviewed Laura, a shapely, lively, attractive woman who looks younger than she really is. Laura and her husband, Otto, live in a ranch-style house in the mid-West. Otto is a highly successful dairy farmer who has also knows how to play the stock market. While Otto is the same age as his wife and virile looking he has problems satisfying her. The Youth Exchange was called for and Laura explains what happened next:

"This very cute boy of fifteen shows up at the house. His name is Albert and he has yellow, wavy hair and deep blue eyes. Of all the pictures of boys the Exchange had sent me he struck me as being the best looking. Albert gets nervous when he sees my husband but Otto puts him at ease by giving him the exact truth. 'I just do not have the sexual potency I once had,' he told the fifteen year old. 'Most men slow down when they reach forty but I've come to a dead stop almost. That's why we sent for you. You'll have to take over my husbandly duties for me. I just don't want my Laura to go around groping the ranch hands we have around here."

"I nudged my husband in the ribs and he said, 'Laura, this is the truth. An, isn't that the thing that is supposed to make us free?'

"That was Otto. He was always coming up with cracks like that. I suppose he has what you'd call a dry sense of humor but he always said things that went over my head like a flock of birds.

"The boy is shy and he blushes a lot. He has the kind of very fair skin that make blushes show up. It turns out that he had only been on one other assignment for the Youth Exchange before so this meant he was fresh stuff. When I tried to get him to talk about himself the boy clamed up. I guess he thought we'd tell his parents or the police about him.

"Anyhow, I'm newer at this game than he is and I don't know what move to make next. Otto sees how confused I am and says, 'Oh, take the boy to bed with you, Laura. Don't waste his time."

"I took the boy by the hand and led him into the bedroom. Once the door was closed the boy slips his hands over my buttocks and squeezes them. 'You're a lot better looking than the one I had before.' he told me.

"What was she like?"

"'Fat. Ugly,' he said. 'I didn't like her at all but she liked me."

"'And, do you find me fat and ugly, Albert?'

"He shoved his husky body into me. 'Oh, no, lady! I'd bang you just for the fun of it!'

"'That's the nicest compliment I've ever had. You've made my day. Now I hope you can make my night."

"I took off my dress and slip. I sat down on the bed and undid one of my garters. The fifteen year old blond boy reached for my legs. 'Let me do that,' he said.

"Albert undid my garters carefully and rolled my stockings down. When he did he kissed my thighs. 'So round and full,' he sighed.

"I know when someone is putting on an act or not and this kid really means it. Otto could take love lessons from this fifteen year old stud. The boy takes off my bra and kisses my breasts. While my breasts aren't large they are very firm and high. My nipples are out-sized and they are sticking up and out like a couple of baby-sized penises. Albert takes them into his mouth one by one and sucks them good and hard. I take his blond head in my hands and pet him.

"Albert has me stand up so he can pull down my panties. When he does he kisses my vagina and runs his tongue in and out of it a few times. He hasn't even taken a stitch off and yet he has me vibrating. The boy strips and shows me a good, muscular body. He's so pretty that I never would have thought that he had such a sturdy physique. Not only that he has a penis on him that is at least as large as my husband's and much harder. I can see it throbbing from where I stand.

"The fifteen year old hugs me and invades me while we're still standing. This, alone, is something special for me. Otto just did it in bed. The young boy starts to pump and he grabs my butts hard as he does. I grab his butts hard, too, and we crush our bodies together while he takes me. His climax comes in a rush. He stops banging me and we hold each other tight while he pours out his love.

"Albert softens and his penis leaves my body. I kneel in front of him and give it my mouth. I fellate him until he hardens and then spews once more. Only then do we go to bed where we kiss and explore each other's body.

"We leave the bedroom two hours later and Otto is sitting besides the bar waiting for us. 'Well, you two were in there long enough. How did it go?' he asks.

"'Wonderfully,' I tell him. 'Albert sure packs a wallop."

"Otto pats the boy on the back. 'Well, quite the man, huh?' he said. 'Let's see just what you got'

"My husband puts his hand over the boy's crotch and zips his trousers down. He reaches in and takes out Albert's sex organ and weighs it in his hand. 'llmmmm, nice!' he says. 'I'd like a piece of this myself."

"Now, all the time I've known my husband I've never heard him make a queer crack like that. I don't know if he'd kidding or not. But, he did handle the boy's penis in front of me and males, normal males, don't act like that.

"We have diner, the three of us, look at some television and have some drinks. The fifteen year old only takes ginger ale saying that he had gotten drunk once and has hated liquor ever since. 'Well, let's all go to bed,' Otto yawns.

"For the first time I realize that we hadn't made sleeping arrangements. I had planned to sleep with the boy and I asked Otto where he was planning to sack out.

"'Why, with you two, of course,' he says. 'Two is company and so is three as far as I'm concerned."

"The three of us strip down and climb into bed. Otto insists that the boy be between us. 'I want to see both of you in action,' he says. 'Here, I'll get the show on the road first."

"With that Otto takes the fifteen year old boy's penis in his hand and starts to manipulate it to get it hard. When the boy becomes erected he rolls over on top of me and shoves himself inside my body. I could see my husband sitting up and leering down at us. He puts his hands on the boy's body and kisses his buttocks. Now I could see why he was semi-impotent ... He was queer!

"The boy doesn't seem to be disturbed by what my husband is doing to him except that he blushes .When he releases himself and becomes blushes. When he releases himself and becomes penis between his butts. I can see it getting harder and harder. When he tries to sodomize Albert the boy tells him that he can't take a full grown man in the rear because his opening is too small. My husband kisses his cheek and says, 'That's all right honey. We'll make it some other time.' And then my husband releases himself between the young boy's butts. He had found his virility through use of another male!

"When Albert rolls off me I'm about to fellate the lad but my husband beats me to his sex organ. I lay on my side watching Otto perform the oral act upon the youngster and obviously enjoying it. He becomes erected again. It was rare for Otto to get that way twice in one night. I want to keep him hot so I slip down. As I do I feel a mouth on my vagina. The boy is performing an oral act upon me. And so the three of us form a triangle of passion as we make oral love to one another's sex organ. My husband has a good climax. He pours out like a much younger man. His impotency was over. The cure, no doubt, was letting himself enjoy his homosexual side.

"Otto told me later that he had always wanted to make love to boys and that was why he had so readily agreed to taking young studs into our home. He wanted to get at them himself. 'I hope you don't think so terribly of me, Laura,' he said.

"I kissed his lips. 'Darling, if playing both sides of the street makes you happy you go right ahead and play your head off."

"I just wonder how many women find out that their husbands are queer later on in their marriage. Well, Otto isn't completley queer. He's bi-sexual. He digs women but he also wants boys. The trouble with him started when he could not find outlet for his homosexuality. Now that he found it he became virile once more.

"I was surprised to see how quickly the young boy took to homosexuality. He finally admits that he had been a prostitute to males before he had turned to females. A boy with his looks was bound to be accosted by men. I just hoped that he wasn't going to be a hundred percent queer all his life. Good men are hard enough to find without other men grabbing them off.

"Between my husband and me the fifteen year old blond boy gets a workout. Actually my husband has him more times than I do. I let him because I know that, the more homosexuality Otto has, the more heterosexuality he will be capable of. It sounds kind of weird but that's how it turned out in our case.

"Otto has the boy mount him. The boy has sodomized men before-I could see-and he gives my husband a good time. Otto keeps trying to do the same to him but the boy insists that he finds the anal act too painful. He had had bad experiences with men who had taken him brutally when he had hustled them.

"'I'll be easy with you, honey,' my husband told him and applied cold cream to the boy's rear. Otto sure did find his sexual power again, that was obvious.

"My husband slipped into the boy slowly. Then he raised up and pumped down again. Otto kept pumping until his release came and he sighed. 'That wasn't so bad now, was it darling?' he said to the boy.

"Albert groaned. 'No ... it wasn't bad at all."

"I get the next crack at the kid and I have him slip into the front part of my body and not the back. Sex with Otto had made me hot and raring to go. He rams me so fast I think the bed will break. He spills over and we hold each other close. My husband makes it a threesome by pressing in behind the boy.

"Otto performs well in bed even after Albert leaves. Now that he has revealed his deep, dark secret his inhibitions are all gone. He knows that I don't care how queer he is as long as I get my share of the goodies.

"The Youth Exchange calls us shortly after Albert has returned to Los Angeles and they tell us that it will cost us extra since both of us had used the same boy. We don't want to argue the point. We want to have other boys. When we agree to pay they promise to send us out only the boys who are two-way swingers just so there won't be any complications with a straight kid. We had been lucky with Albert because the boy had serviced men before.

"I let Otto select the next boy from the pictures the exchange sends us since he'll have sex with him, too. He picks out a thirteen year old with the face of an angel. Kenny turns out to be a doll of a boy who is more gay than straight so my husband is out of his skull with the kid. Kenny has a slim figure and just a so-so sex organ but Otto loves him. He is too small to be sodomized and my husband is not so cruel as to try to force it on him. I want to see what all this anal intercourse is about and I have the young boy slip himself between my butts. As he's sodomizing me my husband is attending the boy's rear. The boy has a climax and I can't see why men like it this way so. When I tell this to Otto he tells me that I need a man-sized sex organ inside me to judge first. He mounts my butts for the first time in our married life. Since it had been hard enough to get him to do me in the front we had never bothered with this Greek love-making. Now my newly virile hubby now has sex to spare.

"As soon as Otto touches me with his thing I tell him to stop because it hurts so. He had gotten into the fifteen year old easily enough and now I could not see how the boy had been able to stand it. Otto applies cold cream as he had with the boy and tries again. This time he slipped into me gently and I discover a new sex sensation. I get so hot and bothered that I grab the thirteen year old who has been watching all this time and fellate him. The boy sits on the pillow in front of me with his legs spread while Otto pumps me in the Greek way. His face is also close to the boy's penis. I push my head away while my husband leans over and makes oral love to the thirteen year old child. Otto's flesh inside me suddenly swells and hardens a bit more as he does. It is as if the virility he is taking from the boy is running right through his body and into me. This was about the sexiest experience I've ever had. I'm looking forward to having more of them."

How many of the boys in the Youth Exchange are bi-sexual? From my findings I can say that the large majority of them have had homosexual experiences before and are willing to sell themselves to males as well as females. Only few of the boys draw the line at having any contact with men at all although they will perform every kind of erotic act with women. These boys are in the minority. When youthful and good looking males roam about the country they eventually become targets of homosexuals who are willing enough to pay for their services. Boys in their teens are anxious for sexual experience and they comply quickly enough finding the contact both financially and erotically rewarding. Young Albert who had drifted into the lives of Laura and Otto is fairly typical of an attractive boy who has been introduced into homosexuality early in his wandering career. He found that he could make life easy for himself by simply allowing men to use his beautiful body. Since there are few jobs open to very young hobos prostitution becomes a way of life for them. The sex of the buyer is unimportant. Some of these boys who have engaged in homosexuality over an extended period of time become fixed in this form of behavior. The thirteen year old boy the married couple shared is an example of this. Even though Laura is an attractive and shapely female the boy preferred her husband. But, because Laura could see that this affection the boy had for her husband was increasing his virility, she did not mind being second choice.