Chapter 1
And Still Be a Virgin
"They told me that you wanted to know how, and why, I got involved in this anal cult thing. Well, really, it was all an accident, and one that I'm very happy about, now.
"The first time I went to one of their affairs, or actually was brought to it, I certainly wasn't very happy about it, but later, when I had a chance to think, I realized that the whole thing was perfect for me.
"Before joining The Cult, that's what we call it, "The Cult,' I was really mixed up and in trouble, sexually. You see, I was a twenty-five-year-old virgin, and was intent on staying a virgin until I got married. The trouble was, my intentions regarding staying a virgin were strictly mental; my physical side had a completely different set of ideas.
"I know that the modern morality and woman's lib say that it's all right for a woman to have sex while she's still single, and that with the advent of the pill and IUD and all that there's very little chance of a girl becoming pregnant unless she wants to, but I was the storybook 'old-fashioned girl,' and I actually believed that it was important that the man I married found me to be a virgin on our wedding night. For that matter, I still do.
"I was working in an insurance office then, and I've got to admit that I wasn't having much fun. Oh, when I first started work there I had plenty of dates, but when the salesmen found out that I wasn't interested in going to bed with them, under any circumstances, my popularity made a great leap into oblivion. At that, some of the more persistent ones tried three or four times to get me into bed, with dinners and shows and dancing and the whole works, but when they found out that I meant it, that I was demanding a license before giving up what they were after, they ran, not walked, to the nearest exit. At times it was really funny to watch them trying to avoid making a second date with me.
"None of them interested me, though. Not for marriage, anyway. There were a couple that I really enjoyed going out with; we had a lot of fun on dates, but since the date ended just when they thought it should be starting, they soon stopped taking me out, and the evenings started getting longer and longer.
"Then William came to work in the office. William, not Bill. He was very insistent about that. At the time he seemed to be completely different from any of the other men working there. For one thing, he didn't, in three long months, make a single pass at me. He'd stop and talk, and occasionally buy me a cup of coffee, but that was it.
"Another thing that made him totally different from the other guys, both in the office and out, was that he didn't play any of the little sex innuendo games that all the other guys play. When we talked, it was about music, or current events, or shows. None of the little double-meaning stuff that most guys seem to think turns a girl on.
"like I said, William had been working in the office for three months before he attempted any sort of a pass at me, and then the pass, if it can be called that, was just an invitation to lunch. It was another two months before he got around to asking me out for dinner and a show.
"William seemed like such a nice guy that I figured I was safe with him, so I had several drinks with dinner, and by the time we got to the show I was feeling pretty good, you know what I mean? Sort of giggly and silly, and I was beginning to realize that I really liked William. liked him as something more than just a friend.
"He lived up to what I expected of him, and during the show he didn't even put his arm around me, or tried to kiss me, or feel me up, or anything like that. He-just sat there and watched the movie, gently holding my hand.
"After the show William asked me if I'd care to go with him to a late party some friends of his were having, and since there was no work the next day, I agreed, without the slightest thought that there might be anything funny about the invitation.
"The house he took me to was a fairly large one, off in a pretty exclusive residential district. I hope you don't mind, but I'm not going to tell you exactly which one.
"Anyway, we went in, William just walked right in without knocking or anything, and I saw in the dim light inside that there were several couples there, most of them dancing, but some sitting around the big living room on small couches. The light wasn't good enough to show exactly what they were doing, but it appeared that they were simply necking.
"As soon as we got there William asked me if I wanted to dance. He seemed surprised when I said yes, and I found out that he was an excellent dancer. Pretty soon, though, he suggested a drink, and again I agreed.
"He left for a minute, then returned with two drinks, which we took over to an unoccupied couch. The drink turned out to be a pretty strong one, and it, combined with the happy evening I'd already had, put me in a relaxed and positively ecstatic mood. I sort of slouched back on the soft velvet of the couch, with William's arm draped lightly around my shoulder, and let my mind relax. I have to admit that, this being our first date, I had been a little more tense than I may have described, but the drinks, the soft music, the dancing, and, most of all, William's exemplary behavior, had completely lowered my guard.
"I don't know just how long we simply sat there quietly, but it must have been at least ten minutes. Then, without him making any sudden movements, I felt William's hand coming up to my cheek, turning my face to his. It was the most natural thing in the world for me to tilt my head back, raising my face for his kiss. A kiss that brushed across my lips as lightly as a feather's touch.
"His warm, full lips lingered against mine for several long seconds, then the pressure between us slowly increased and my lips parted of their own accord, giving entrance to his searching tongue.
"It was as if some sort of burning need had suddenly been set off in both of us. The hand resting on my cheek moved around to the back of my head, pulling my face tight against his as our lips ground together, tongues flashing in and out, mine spearing into his mouth, tasting across the smooth ridge of his teeth, pressing against the slight roughness of his tongue, then retreating as his chased it into my mouth. It felt wonderful, completely bypassing my conscious thoughts. I was totally in the grip of my female emotions.
"The kiss was so long and so beautiful, so completely filling for my emotions, that I hardly noticed it when his hand brushed across my breast, passing, then coming back, resting lightly against it. Even through the cloth of my blouse and bra I could feel that heat of his hand, and it was a heat that seemed to match the fire building inside my body.
"Without thinking I turned my body on the couch, facing him, and immediately his finger started working at the buttons of my blouse, freeing them, then going inside to press against my bra. My head seemed to be getting lighter and lighter as his hand moved against me, dropping to run across the skin of my belly, then going around behind me. With a quick, sure motion of his fingers the snap on my bra came apart, and at once his hand was back in front of me, going under the lightly padded cotton to cup my breast in his hot palm.
"Without understanding what was happening I could feel my breast responding to his touch, the nipple growing and hardening against his palm. The tips of his fingers found the hot, tight little bud, flicking it, pinching it lightly, rubbing it back and forth, setting me on fire.
"Our deep, searching kiss finally broke, but before I had a chance to recover my wits, to realize consciously what was happening to me, he had bent his neck, dropped his head, and was sending new, even stronger, thrills through my body.
"His lips ran a thrilling line down the side of my neck, his tongue probing into the hollow at the base of it, drawing little circles of wetness, then moving across to the tender skin of my shoulder. His tongue seemed to be leaving a trail of burning nerve endings behind it as it moved slowly down, across the swelling of my breast, to the sensitive tenderness of my nipple. The slight roughness of his tongue rubbed across it, contrasting with the smoothness of his lips, and I almost screamed with pleasure as his teeth nipped lightly at the puckered, hardened tissue.
"While he was slowly driving me right out of my mind with his lips on my breast, his hands were still moving, one of them dropping down, between my legs, under my skirt. I felt the soft touch of his fingers running up and down, up and down, in short strokes along the tender skin of the inside of my thighs, just above my knees. For a second I squeezed my legs together, pinning his hand, stopping the motion of his fingers, but then my body took over from my mind again, and my legs spread apart, welcoming his touch.
"Through a dizzy haze, lost in the exploding power of my emotions, I could feel a wetness growing between my legs, a wetness that I had never felt before with any man. A feeling that had only come to me, infrequently, at night, in my half-waking dreams about my eventual marriage. I knew what that wetness meant, what it was inviting, but I no longer seemed to care. I was completely in the grip of a passion that was stronger than anything I could have imagined. Stronger than any resolutions or intentions.
"William's hand moved slowly upwards between my legs, unhurrying, matching the slow movements of his tongue, lips, and teeth on my tender nipple. An uncontrollable shudder passed through my body as his hand reached the place where my legs came together, as his finger brushed gently back and forth along the ridges my body made in the nylon cloth of my panties. Little tingles of excitement seemed to be flashing out from the point where his fingers made contact, up through my belly, and into my head, sending flashes of light bouncing off the inside of my closed eyelids.
"I felt my body beginning to squirm and move on the couch, lifting to press my breast into his mouth, and his hands, his tender fingers, left my crotch to pass under my body, lifting it. I followed the motion, helping him as he bunched my skirt up around my hips, then his hands were back at my breasts, kneading them, pressing them, heating them as his lips again met mine in a deep, crushing kiss.
"His fingers tweaked at my inflamed nipples, and I felt as though I was starving for oxygen as his tongue probed deep inside my mouth, searching. As if they belonged to someone else, my hands pulled at his back, pulling him closer, then twisted into the hair on the back of his head as I ground my lips against his, lost in that beautiful, fiery kiss.
"His lips left mine, and I gulped great breaths of welcome air, shuddering through a throat that seemed too constricted to pass the breath in anything except short gasps.
"William didn't give me a chance to regain my senses or get control of my body. His kisses continued, moving down my body again, across the hollow of my throat, stopping to nip at one nipple, then the other, inflaming them even more.
"His tongue left a wet trail, a trail that seemed to be burning hot and icy cold at the same time, as it moved across the taut skin of my belly. For the briefest of seconds the tip of his tongue darted into my navel, twisting and turning, exciting my skin beyond belief, then again it was moving downwards, his lips planting little kisses all over my lower stomach, his tongue drawing a line across my body right next to the line of elastic that barred his further progress.
"William's hands dropped away from my breasts, his fingers hooking in that band of elastic, and as he pulled slowly downward his lips followed the descending line.
"In seconds he was into the patch of hair growing there, pressing down with his tongue, taking the hair into his mouth, pressing it against his teeth, then pulling lightly on it, sending little shocks of electric pleasure shooting through my nerves. Little goose bumps grew on my flesh, and my hands pressed against the back of his head, urging his head downward without my knowing why. I didn't understand what was happening, I couldn't think of what he was doing, all I could do was twist and squirm in the total rapture of his touch.
"In seconds, as I became lost in the feeling of his teeth pulling at my hair, he had my panties all the way down, first around my knees, then completely off, his hand pulling them from around my ankles and dropping them to the floor.
"His palms seemed to be burning with fire as they moved up my legs, fingertips tingling across the backside of my knees, palms cupping the heated backs of my thighs. Then they were under me, lifting me upwards to cup my buttocks, pressing me up off the rough cloth of the couch. Following the light direction of his touch my body slid downward on the couch until I was almost lying down, my legs off the edge, spread slightly, waiting.
"William didn't make me wait long. His lips brushed again at the insides of my thighs, first one side then the other, moving upward, moving onto flesh that seemed to be melting at his touch.
The flashes of fire that were exploding through my body had taken complete control over my mind, and I knew or cared about nothing except the loving touch of his lips, the searching fire of his nerve-teasing tongue.
"His kisses came up and up, then, as my fingers dug frantically into the back of his head and neck, the tip of his tongue brushed along the hot, wet, waiting slit of my vagina, spreading the lips slightly, making them shiver with anticipation for what was coming next.
"Never had I imagined that a man's touch could so inflame me. Never had I imagined that there could be such ecstasy in the touch of lips and tongue as this. I felt as if my whole insides were melting, a ball of white-hot fire growing in my stomach, growing larger with each brush of his tongue along the lips of my virgin vagina.
"When I thought that I could take no more, that I was going to break apart in millions of flaming fragments, he showed me that there were sensations that I hadn't even imagined, feelings that I didn't think the human body was capable of. His tongue made one final pass upward along my slit, then the tip of it probed at the hard, protruding nub of my clitoris, flicking it back and forth, pressing around it, pushing down on it. Without conscious volition my hips pressed upward as my hands thrust down on his head, pressing his face tight against me, begging for even more of that burning touch.
"His tongue drew a fiery trail across my clitoris, right up the wet path behind it, and plunged deep into my vagina, the tip twisting and turning, a little loving hook sensitizing every last inch of my inner flesh. His hands were squeezing tightly the flesh of my buttocks as his tongue probed deep, flashing in and out. There was no hymen to stop his probing, despite my virginity. I had lost it years before horseback riding. There were no obstacles to his searching, loving, tender tongue.
"As that loving tongue flashed in and out of me my hips began to jerk in perfect time, thrusting up against his face, begging for a deeper and deeper touch from that tender love-tool that he was caressing my insides with so tenderly.
"Then, suddenly, his lips were back at my still hard nipples, and through a red haze of passion I heard the soft sliding sound of a zipper being pulled, then felt the unbelievable heat of his rock-hard penis pressing against the flesh of my leg. As his body moved on top of mine that swollen tool dragged across my leg, leaving behind it a small trail of icy-cold wetness, a little drop of it running down the inside of my thigh.
"His lips were once again pressed against mine, his tongue buried deep within my mouth, and I could taste the warm heat, the salty taste and musky smell, of my vagina on his lips and in his mouth. The cloth of his slacks scraped against the skin of my legs as he slipped between them, and the icy shock of his belt buckle pressing against my stomach was almost too much to bear.
"As if every nerve ending in my body was super-sensitized, I could feel the velvety soft texture of the head of his penis as it moved up the inside of my leg, pushing the hair out of the way as it sought the lips of my waiting, begging vagina. The rounded tip slid back and forth, pressing lightly forward, searching, and then it found my opening, spreading the lips slightly.
"William pushed forward slowly, sliding the head into me, easing it in until I could feel the ridge at the back of the head passing the lips, my tender skin folding in behind it, gripping tightly around the hardness of his shaft. Somewhere, in a detached, unconnected part of my mind, I realized that he was being very gentle, going very slow, not wanting to hurt me with a sudden thrust, waiting to bring me to the very height of passion before entering me completely.
"Before entering me completely! With an emotional wrench that almost tore me apart my mind suddenly came back into control of my body as I realized what was happening. The shock was like a sudden immersion in ice-cold water, and without thinking I pushed at William's chest, fighting to move my body back on the couch, away from his probing prick.
" 'No. NO! Please stop! I can't.'
"There was a small gasp of pain from William as his body, still thrusting forward, not yet grasping that I had pulled away from him, buried his tender penis into the rough cloth between two of the couch cushions.
" 'What the hell do you mean, stop?' he gasped. 'There's no way we're going to stop now, baby.'
"I tried to fight him off, wrestling with him, twisting and turning under his weight, but it seemed to do no good. In desperation I brought one knee up between his legs, and although I didn't do the damage I intended, my blow did cause him to rear back away from me, and when he did I lunged forward, trying to get out from under him. It didn't work.
"Instead of escaping, our combined sudden movements sent the couch crashing over backwards, rolling both of us to the floor. Somehow, by some chance I don't understand, I ended up lying on my stomach, my face pressed against the carpet, with William on top of me, his hands under me, cupping my breasts in his palms.
"The fall had knocked the breath out of me, and for long minutes I couldn't move. Before I had a chance to do anything more about getting William off me, about ending this event which had almost cost me what I was determined to keep, his lips were at the back of my neck, under my hair, kissing, touching, running his tongue lightly across the skin. I twisted my head in an attempt to escape his touch, but that only brought my ear into his range, and immediately his tongue plunged into it, his breath following, again sending those fires of sexual excitement crashing through my body.
"His hands gently squeezed my breasts as his legs spread mine apart, his still outthrust penis sliding into the cleft between my buttocks, pushing downwards into the hair between my legs. I began to fight him again, fighting also the emotions that were flooding through my body at his touch, as the head of his penis once again touched my opening, inflaming the lips of my vagina with the heat of his passion.
"The burst of energy which had thrown us off the couch must have drained my reserves, because I could again feel an irresistible passion taking charge of my body as my struggles became less and less effective against his touch. My mind was still working, though, and I was sure that this time his prodding penis was going to move deep into my vagina.
"That, as I learned later, was not his intention, though. He rubbed the head of it against my wet lips for a few seconds, then I felt it sliding back, into the crack between my cheeks.
"His hands pulled out from under my breasts, giving them one last squeeze, and came down to my hips, lifting me, bending me at the waist as his knees came up between my thighs, spreading my legs wide. I felt the head of his penis pressing in against me, shifting around as if searching for a specific target, the wetness of William's lubrication and the juice picked up from my own vagina coating the inside of my buttocks with a slippery-cold mixture.
"Then, with a suddenness that took my breath away, the head of it was pressing against my anus, seeking entrance to me there. It was as though an electric shock passed through my body, and then the tearing pain as he shoved himself into me seemed to split my body apart. Only the moisture he had picked up from my vagina, lubricating his entrance, kept the pain down to the point where I was able to keep my consciousness. Still, the pain washed a red haze over my mind and I heard myself crying out for him to stop before he tore me in half.
"William pushed harder and harder, sliding that massive piece of flesh into me, deeper and deeper until I could feel his scrotum bouncing against the opening of my vagina, the hair on it tickling me and sending fresh thrills of passion into my body to mix with the red fire of the pain I was feeling. He was finally in all the way, his penis buried full length inside my rectum, and again I felt his lips at the back of my neck, kissing me, his tongue drawing little lines of wetness across my skin.
"His hands, still clutching my hips, lifted me higher, then one of them went under me, between my legs, a finger sliding into my vagina, plunging deep, then coming'out and forward to touch softly the nub of my clitoris.
"A flash of shuddering sexuality flooded through my body, and once again that ball of fire that had been growing in my belly started to pulse with life. I completely forgot about the pain as his finger worked back and forth around that little button of exquisitely sensitive flesh, every so often plunging deep inside my vagina again, then pulling slowly out to return to my clitoris. Slowly his penis began to slide out of my rectum, and when I could feel the head of it just inside the tight circle of my anus he began to move it forward again, beginning a pumping motion that my body matched without conscious thought.
"In seconds it seemed that floods of nerve-charring fire were tiding through my shaking body. My head, which I had been shaking from side to side, trying to shake the fog of emotion loose, went down onto the carpet, supporting my weight as my hands went back of their own accord, spreading wide my buttocks with feverishly grasping fingers, spreading myself wide for his thrusts. He pumped against me harder and harder, faster and faster, as his busy finger tortured the nub of my clitoris, chasing it as it disappeared into my body, a body which was tensing up, locking to rigidity as that ball of fire in my belly moved downward, down toward my vanished clitoral nub, down to an outward explosion that I knew was only seconds away.
"I heard his ragged gasping and a harsh cry from behind me, then a burning hot flood of fluid washed against the walls of my rectum, the spurting stream matched by a tearing jerking of William's organ as he buried it deep inside me with a slamming thrust that almost flattened me on the carpet, a spurting stream and slamming thrust that set off my own orgasm, the first I had ever received from a man. It was an orgasm that tore through my body like a stunning shock of electricity, setting every nerve to screaming and jumping, locking every muscle in a cramp that almost made me double up with the pleasure/pain it poured through me. My body slammed back against William, trying to drive more and more of him into my demanding body, and a flood of wetness poured from my vagina, out around his still pumping finger.
"Minutes that seemed like hours later I felt my body beginning to relax, my muscles loosening up as the tides of passion slowed their thundering through my body. Exhaustion seemed to clamp down over my mind and body like a dark shroud, and I fell forward on the carpet, unable to move. For long minutes I fought to get my breath back, to get oxygen into my lungs, and it was as though it was happening to someone else when I felt William's rapidly softening penis withdrawing from my rectum, the head passing through the tight sphincter of my anus with an audible pop.
"As I fought to get my body and my thoughts under control I opened my eyes, the realization flooding me that all of this, this unbelievable event, had happened in a room full of other people. Shame and embarrassment flooded through my body, then I saw, in the narrow field of vision allowed me by my prone position, that nobody seemed to be watching what William had been doing to my body. Indeed, as my eyes searched through the gloom, I saw another couple, the woman bent over the back of a chair, engaging in exactly the same sort of act.
"I couldn't believe what I was seeing, then the knowledge flashed into my mind that this was some sort of sex club that William had brought me to. A club for people who, evidently, had rather strange sexual ideas. At first my only thought was of escape, but then I realized that, despite my fighting against it, I had finally released the sexual tensions that had been filling my body for so long, released them in a most enjoyable, if initially somewhat painful, way, and, best of all, I was still a virgin!"
With most women the term "frigidity" is used exclusively to describe a woman who either does not respond at all to the various forms of sexual stimulation, or a woman who is unable, for one reason or another, to achieve a satisfactory orgasm.
Betty W-, as we have seen throughout the course of her narrative, was both responsive to erotic stimulation and quite capable of having a satisfactory orgasm. Nonetheless, she was psycho-dynamically frigid, in that she was unable to enter into a heterosexual relationship for psychological reasons.
Bypassing the varied inapplicable physiological causes for her frigidity, such as malfunctions of the ovarian cycle, a problem from which she did not suffer, we find that the probable psychological factors affecting her unusual sexual frigidity were a fear of impregnation, fear of rejection by the sexual partner, envy and hostility toward the male, and fear and/or guilt regarding penetration and the total impropriety of the sex act as she saw it. Sex was viewed by Betty as an act of violence and there was both conscious and unconscious fear of physical mutilation, which her hoped-for future husband would find revolting when he discovered it on their wedding night. Consequently, any form of sexual activity, coitus in particular, was regarded by Betty as a direct threat against both her emotional and physical well-being.
In many cases, and quite evidently in Betty's, frigidity can and is used as a weapon against the male. Deep inside, unconsciously, Betty felt inferior to the male, and therefore was hostile to the male because of both anatomical and economical differences, and, of course, because of her inferiority in social roles, a factor she was consciously aware of. Because of her dependency upon the male for social entertainment, with its concomitant sexual frustrations when the male engages in the inevitable sexual advances after a social evening, Betty's frigidity can be seen as a strong bid for independence from her dependency upon the male.
Betty's psychosexual frigidity might also have been a defense against earlier, childhood, unacceptable impulses, such as competitiveness with her mother, or forbidden infantile sexual fantasies. The inability to assume a completely female orientation, because of a preoccupation with feared competition or domination, may have led her to a psychologically diminished capacity to engage in sex acts which would lead to sexual satisfaction.
In effect, the sexual frustration release phenomenon of a complete orgasm, unaccompanied by fear or guilt, may have been equated by Betty with loss of control and with concomitant aggressive, destructive or violent behavior. Fear of these aggressive or destructive impulses led to damaged self-esteem and the expectation of retaliatory behavior from her hoped-for future husband, and no doubt contributed strongly to the sexual inhibition which was expressed in her resolution to avoid all sexual encounters prior to her eventual marriage.
Apropos of Betty's fears, L. A. Kirkendall, in his Premarital Intercourse and Interpersonal Relations, noted that:
There is no consensus about the effects of premarital intercourse on successful marital adjustment. There is no statistical evidence in favor of premarital sex helping later sexual adjustment, but a couple's viewpoint toward premarital sex may range from a highly positive one to a very damaging one. The negative effects on marriage attributed to premarital sex have been exaggerated in our culture, presumably as a result of religious views that equate sex outside of marriage with sin.
Just as Kinsey found that the most important psychosocial coordinate that had a negative effect on the sexual behavior of women was religion, so did Kirkendall note that those who are reared with a rigid attitude toward sex are-likely to experience strong guilt reactions in suggested premarital intercourse, such as that which Betty had been repeatedly invited into.
For us to understand fully Betty's situation, some evaluation of our current cultural norms is necessary. An adaptive sexual relationship between a man and a woman is normally possible between partners who are not yet married, or not even intending marriage,-despite Betty's fears.
The achievement of healthy sexual intimacy and mutual respect cannot be traced to something intrinsic in the ritual of marriage itself, since many neurotic interactions occur within the framework of marriage as well as outside of it. In view of our cultural disapproval of non-marital coitus, however, a large number of premarital coital acts may be non-sexually motivated. They may, for example, merely represent an acting out of a rebellion against authority, and this appears to be one of the prime factors which had led Betty Winto joining the anal cult.
There is, therefore, a very good chance that Betty's active participation in anal sexual activity is at least partially neurotic and psycho-pathological in origin, a reaction against the coming loss of independence in marriage, which she nonetheless seeks as the most desirable goal in her future.
At first this would seem to indicate that Betty will, now that she has joined the anal cult and found a psychologically acceptable outlet for her sexual frustrations, never be able to join with a man in a mutually satisfactory marriage relationship.
However, despite the neurotic basis for the marriage which Betty will eventually take part in, and which will no doubt include several varieties of destructive emotional and sexual behavior, including analism as the preferred method of achieving sexual gratification, the psychological and social assets of marriage for Betty are inestimable. Marriage for her can provide the structure for the maintenance of love, intimacy, sexual gratification, and the eventual development of a satisfactory family life over a period of years.
"For a long time I just sort of ignored Betty. From my first day in the office, after I was transferred in from the little office out in the suburbs that I hadv been stuck in, I had heard about her lack of cooperation when it came to sex. It seemed as though every guy in the office had tried at least once, and not a single one had scored.
"As you've probably guessed from what Betty told you in her interview, I have some pretty definite ideas as to what is most enjoyable in sex, and they don't involve simple balling. I mean, I dig a cunt as well as the next guy, and I've never been known to turn down an offer to stick either my cock or my tongue into one, but it's that old shit-chute that I really dig. Going in the back door, so to speak. I guess there are some really tight pussies around, especially on young virgins, but I'll bet there isn't a cunt in this world that's as tight as a good ass-hole, and, believe me, tightness is where it's at.
"I had heard all the stories about Betty being a virgin, and intending to stay one, so I hadn't taken a shot at her. After all, getting into an anal scene is pretty strong stuff for a chick who's never tried it, and if she hasn't even tried straight sex yet, there isn't much chance that she's going to give the more far-out stuff a try, especially if she's a prude like Betty.
"Then, when I was sitting around the office one day trying to look busy, Betty walked over to get something out of the file cabinets right across from my desk. Whatever it was she wanted was in a bottom drawer, and when she bent over her skirt stretched tight across that beautiful little ass of hers, outlining the crack between her buns like she didn't have a thing on, and I knew that I had to find some way to get into her. It became a do-or-die challenge.
"The more I thought about it, the more I realized that, maybe, just maybe, she might be even more willing to go for a little anal action than most other chicks. After all, she was intent on keeping her cherry, and she must have been getting pretty horny, judging from her age, so what better way to have a ball and keep her cherry, too, than giving up a little of that sweet brown hole.
"As she told you, I turned out to be right.-She fought like hell to keep me from getting my cock into her cunt, but when I got her on the floor and stuck it to her ass she cooperated all the way, and let me tell you, when she came it was like I had ahold of a wildcat. That chick jerked and twisted and humped all over the floor, cramming her ass up againt me like she couldn't get enough of it. She was really something else!
"After she got cooled down I scored us another couple of drinks, and gave her a rundown on the house. A couple of years ago a bunch of us who had a thing about ass-holes got together and formed this club, everyone calls it a cult now, I guess because of some of the group activities that we go in for from time to time. Anyway, we all contributed our lists of chicks who dug the anal scene, threw a big party, and right afterward we hit on the chicks about forming a club. Sort of like a swapping club, but only with ass-hole fucking.
"It didn't work out quite that way, since almost everyone who digs ass-hole sex also digs straight sex and sucking, and a few of the girls wouldn't go for the sharing bit, but we had enough people to get the thing started, and when the word spread around we got a lot of new applicants. If you want to see something, you ought to come to one of our initiations. They're really something else, with cocks and ass-holes all over the place, all of them busy.
"Anyway, I had a long talk with Betty about the whole scene, and the more I talked, the more she seemed to dig it. She even shocked the hell out of me by putting her hand on my cock while I was talking about it, as if she couldn't wait to get it back into her ass again. When I asked her if she'd be interested in joining the club, or The Cult, if you want to use the name the newcomers have given it, I thought she was going to pull my cock right off, she squeezed so hard! Then I had to give her the kicker. The information that I figured would probably chase her right out of the place.
"A new member, to join the club, has to pass sort of an entrance examination. That's because we have so many applicants. Every month we elect two members, one guy and one chick, as examiners. A new chick has to get balled in the ass by the guy, and a new guy has to ball the chick in the bung-hole. If they pass the exam, they're members. If they don't, they're still welcome as guests occasionally, but that's it. I figured that Betty was certainly good enough to pass the test, but I didn't think she'd be willing to take it. Boy, was I wrong!
"I guess the reaming I'd given her, coupled with the fact that she'd been storing it up for so many years, must have snapped something in her mind. From that time on she just couldn't seem to get enough anal action, and she even got to where she dug a lot of oral activity both before and after. Let me tell you, that girl could suck a mean cock, too. That's getting a little ahead of the story, though.
"When she agreed to the examination, I called over Burt, the examiner for that month, and when I told him what I wanted, several other people who were there that night heard, and gathered around to watch, including Cora, the female examiner.
"For a few minutes Betty looked like she might back out, what with all the spectators, but I guess her urge to have a fat cock shoved up her ass won out, 'cause she stayed.
"Burt dropped his pants and shorts, and I almost laughed when I heard the gasp that Betty let out at the sight of his cock. He's easily got the biggest one in the club, close to ten inches long, and I knew that Betty was wondering whether she could take all that muscle up her tight little ass. For that matter, I was wondering about it, too.
"Burt didn't waste a whole lot of time getting started with the examination. He let her look at it for a couple of minutes, to let her see just what it was she was going to be getting, then he got out the tube of K-Y lubricant he always carries and handed it to her.
"Betty looked at it for a minute as if she didn't understand what it was for, then you could almost see the light bulb go on over her head as she got the idea, a smile spreading across her lips as she unscrewed the cap and squeezed out a little of the clear jelly onto her fingers. She dropped down to her knees in front of Burt, and I'll be damned if she didn't plant a big kiss right on the head of his cock before she started to spread the K-Y around on it. It was the damnedest thing I had ever seen, and I knew damn well that there wasn't a guy in the office who would believe me if I told him about it. Sweet, cherry, prudish little Betty, kissing a complete stranger's cock. What a gas!
"Burt held out his hand, and when Betty took it he pulled her to her feet and led her into one of the bedrooms, with the crowd following right along, with me out in frbnt. I wouldn't have missed that for anything. Once inside the room, Burt led her over to the low bed, actually just a bedspread-covered foam pad, and laid her out on her stomach. He took one of the big pillows from up at the head of the bed and slipped it under her stomach, raising her ass up in the air. When he spread her legs apart, her little brown rosebud of an ass-hole was right there in plain sight, as tight looking as a spinster's pussy, and still gleaming from all the wetness of my come.
"I sort of got the idea, standing there watching, that Betty was kind of wishing she hadn't agreed to the examination when Burt started shoving that cock up her ass. We could see him putting some pretty heavy pressure on her hole, and even with the K-Y it didn't want to let him in. Both her ass-hole and the head of Burt's cock were shiny with the ointment, and sweat was dripping off both their faces as he pushed against her. We could see that Burt's cock was slowly forcing its way inside, the tight elastic ring of her anal sphincter yielding slowly, almost grudgingly to the pressure of his advancing cock. She must have felt like she was taking a shit to end all shits, passing the biggest of possible turds, as he slid through the hole. Suddenly her ass-hole opened, and with a thrust that brought a moan to Betty's lips Burt slammed his cock all the way into her, burying it right up to the base. The cheeks of her ass were spread wide, pressed against his body, and she came up off the bed jackknifed, driving her ass back against him. It might have hurt when he started to put it in, but you could sure see that the feeling of it inside of her had turned her on. She was wiggling and turning and twisting all over the bed, just begging for him to start pumping away at her.
"She was really getting with it, and Burt, wanting to give her as much pleasure as possible, had his hands around in front of her, one working on her right tit while the other played with her pussy and clit. It was really some sight!
"We were all getting pretty horny, and I guess Cora, the female examiner for that month, just couldn't take it anymore. She could have grabbed just about any of us for a little ass-reaming, but we've suspected for a long time that Cora's a little off, sexually, and what she did in that room tended to indicate that we were right in our suspicions.
"Cora jumped onto the low bed, grabbed Betty by the hair, and roughly pulled her head up. She was naked from the waist down, obviously having pulled her clothes off while the rest of us were watching Burt and Betty, and with a quick, sliding motion she was sitting in front of Betty, her legs on either side of her shoulders. Betty's eyes flew open, and before any of us had a chance to react Cora had shoved Betty's face down tight against her pussy.
" 'Eat me, whore. Eat me right up to my navel, you little bitch,' Cora grunted hoarsely at Betty's struggling head. A couple of us started to move forward to pull Cora away, but stopped when we saw that Betty was cooperating, doing what Cora wanted, eating her way right into Cora's dripping pussy.
"From where we were standing we could see Betty's tongue darting in and out of Cora's pussy, digging deep, nibbling at Cora's king-size clitoris, licking and lapping and slurping and mixing her saliva with Cora's love juice like it was the greatest thing in the world. At the rate she was going, I figured that it was only going to take a couple of seconds for Cora to get her rocks off, and sure enough, I was right. Cora came right out with a scream when she creamed into Betty's mouth, an event we didn't get to see because just before she started to come Cora slammed Betty's head down tight into her crotch, blocking our view. What a bummer that was!
"As soon as she had stopped all her shuddering and shaking, a couple of us helped Cora to her feet and then went back to watching Burt pump away at Betty's ass with that supercock of his. She really seemed to be digging it, and as he pumped faster and faster at her, Betty seemed to really get into it, eventually resting her weight on her head and shoulders, instead of taking a lot of it on her arms, and reaching down in back of her to ring Burt's sliding prick with her fingers for a minute, then going on to squeezing his balls. Burt went right through the roof when she did that, slamming his cock in and out of her cunt like it was the first piece of ass he'd had in months, screwing his eyes closed and lifting his head into the air like he was searching for something to breathe.
"Both of them were sobbing and gasping for air, and I could see the little muscles all over Betty's body jumping and tensing, then relaxing, only to tighten up again as she began to grind her ass around in little circles, twisting at Burt's cock. That was all it took. Burt shot his load into her, and when he did she came right along with him, flattening out on the bed, letting out a scream that could have been heard outside if the house hadn't been soundproofed, and squeezing Burt's balls so hard he let out a yell and slammed down on top of her, out of his kneeling position, driving the full length of his cock into her ass-hole, and probably almost breaking it off as the angle changed. I sure did envy him. It isn't often that you get to come like that, or get an ass-hole that's as good to work on as Betty's. I made up my mind right then that I was going to get as much out of her as I could, stick my cock in her as deep and as often as the other guys in the club would allow. After all, I was the one who brought her in, who introduced her to the ways of anal sex. I should have some rights, shouldn't I? So, maybe you can tell me why she never seems to have any time for me anymore. It seems like the only person who really gets to spend any time with her is Burt ... and what's Burt got that the rest of us don't have? I mean, besides a super-big cock."
Betty W-'s wholehearted joining in the sexual activities of the anal cult as a means of relieving her sexual frustrations will, in the end, probably help, rather than hinder, her eventual adjustment to a marital situation.
As explained earlier, her psychosexual frigidity is not, as she believes, a factor related to her desire to remain a virgin until marriage, but rather an unconscious rebellion against the restrictions of marriage. Her anal activities, and loosening sexual inhibitions, will in all probability aid her in overcoming these unconscious fears, eventually allowing her to take part in normal sexual intercourse without feeling the guilt which would undoubtedly have broken up a marriage had it taken place prior to her introduction to the strange activities of the anal cult.
In my second interview with a member of the cult, outlined in his own words in the next chapter, I found a man bothered by what appears to be a form of sexual paranoia in which he believed that every woman with whom he came into contact had plans to force him into deviant sexual acts.
A member for almost six months, Tom Ais still in the process of making a psychological and psychosexual adjustment to his anal activities. Whether or not that adjustment will be successful is still to be seen.