Chapter 3
Two Girls and a Tool
"I guess I got involved in this anal cult through my business, you might say. What business? Well, the magazines call it being a call girl, really nothing more than a high-priced whore. Not much of a profession, but one that I liked for a variety of reasons.
"Un-like a lot of prostitutes, I really dig sex, sex of all kinds now, and I got all of it I needed or wanted, and then some, with that kind of job. You know what I mean? Add to that the fact that I was able to command top prices, even in a high-price field, which meant that I was able to afford just about anything I wanted, whenever I wanted it, even after paying off my various contacts, and you can see that, as far as I was concerned at least, I had it made. I was to the point where it would really have taken something special, extra special, to make me give up my chosen profession, and I found that something special right here.
"Of course, my line of work did have some pretty serious drawbacks at times. I occasionally had to spend a lonely evening just sitting around my apartment by myself when business was slow, sitting waiting for the phone to ring with a job to do, and I'd been beaten up a couple of times by customers with a sadistic bent, and even robbed once for a lousy fifty bucks-all I had on me at the time. But still, with all of that, I still figured it was the best possible job for me, considering my various desires.
"Along with those problems, I sometimes had to do some pretty strange things, which, if it hadn't been for the money, I would never have even considered doing. There was this one guy that demanded that I piss all over him, and another who liked to just sit and watch while I used a vibrator on myself, jacking off when I came. Both of them were regular, and good-paying, customers whom I could count on to keep the rent paid.
"Most of my business, though, was with guys from out of town, visiting for business meetings or conventions, who were only around for a day or so. I'd see them once, maybe twice, and that was it. The majority of them had completely normal sexual urges, simply wanting a straight fuck with maybe a little sucking on the side to warm things up. It was only very occasionally that a weirdo showed up in that crowd to add some spice to my nightly rounds.
"When I used to get a phone call in the evening for an appointment, I had to be prepared, mentally and physically, for just about anything, and it was a good thing I had taught myself the proper mental disciplines needed for the job, because it was that mental discipline that kept me from completely blowing a good thing when I got the call that led to my permanent job here as housekeeper and general organizer, a call for what turned out to be a very, very strange appointment, indeed.
"The call was from a man I had taken good care of, as a customer, several times in the past, always leaving him satisfied that he had gotten his money's worth. All he said was that he had recommended me highly to someone, and had set up an appointment with that someone in an hour. He gave me the number and street of the house I was to go to, and then hung up when I assured him that I would be there on time. Since business had been awfully slow that week, I considered jacking up the price a little bit, say an extra twenty bucks. Anyone who lived in the area of the address he had given me could afford a little surcharge, I thought, but in the end I decided against adding anything on. The satisfied customer who had called might have quoted my regular price to the new customer, and if I asked for more when I got there, I thought, I might find that I had wasted a long drive, and possibly even have missed a call while I was gone.
"I slipped into my working clothes, a dress that comes off very easily, with nothing on underneath, called my answering service to tell them to record any calls for the next couple of hours, got my car out of the apartment garage, and headed for the address he had given me.
"I found the place without any trouble, on a quiet residential street in a really good section of town. I parked the car, walked up to the front door and, before knocking, checked my watch. It was four minutes before the time my contact had set, close enough, so I knocked.
"I heard the sounds of someone moving around inside through the closed door, but it was several minutes before it finally opened. I was just about to knock again, riot having been able to find a bell-button to push, when the knob turned and the door swung open. To my surprise I was met by a woman, not a man. She was middle-aged, sort of stout, and was wearing an all-white outfit that looked like a uniform. The sort worn by nurses and therapists.
"I began to swear to myself, figuring that if the customer was so old or so sick that he needed a nurse, he was probably going to want something pretty strange in the way of sexual action out of me. After all, if he was sick and still wanted a woman, what was he going to do with her? I mean, with me. The same question if he was so old and sick that he needed constant nursing care. Whatever the case was, I figured that there probably wouldn't be much direct screwing involved, if any; a bit of a disappointment for me since I hadn't yet had any cock that night, and I was getting pretty horny. When a person gets used to getting a good fucking five or six times a night, every night, it's kind of hard to go through a whole evening with nothing.
"The woman or nurse, or whatever-the-hell she was, looked me over as she closed the door, and I was tempted to ask her if I passed the inspection.
" 'You're the woman Bill Y-sent, I take it?' She had a very deep, vibrant voice. Taking a second look, I came to the conclusion that her stockiness was mostly muscle, not fat, and that I'd better keep the smart remarks to myself.
"When I nodded 'yes' she gave me another quick once-over with her eyes, then turned and walked into a small hallway off to one side, leading away from the living room that I could dimly see at the end of the main hallway. I was beginning to get the idea that something about this call was pretty strange, and was sure of it when I saw that there were several people, couples, in the living room. After all, a normal man doesn't call in a prostitute when he has a bunch of people over for a party, or whatever was going on in the living room, unless he's planning on putting on a show, and that wasn't part of my repertoire.
"I thought that I should turn around and leave right then, but, my good sense overcome by sheer curiosity, I followed the woman down the hallway and into a small sitting room or den. The place was empty. Through a partially open door I could just see the edge of a bed, covered with a shiny satin spread, but I couldn't see enough of it to tell if it was occupied or not. I looked back at the woman, who had stopped and was once again giving me the once-over.
" 'Where is he?' I asked.
" 'Where's who?'
" The customer. The man who asked Bill to have me come over here tonight.' I hoped that he, whoever and wherever he was, would prove to be a little smarter than his nurse. Who the hell did she think I was looking for? The head of the vice squad?
"She smiled slightly and her eyes traveled from my face to my ankles, moving slowly, then back again, and I thought I saw a hint of a red flush building under her skin, a glint in her eyes that hadn't been there before.
"I asked Bill to send you over. I'm your customer.' I guess my mouth must have dropped open with surprise, or something, because she laughed, loud and hearty, then asked, 'Anything wrong with that? You have any objections to making it with a woman?'
"I did a fast mental gear-change, shrugged my shoulders, smiled right back at her, then walked over to a small side table and put my purse down. What the hell? Her money was as good as anyone else's. I had never gone this particular route before, at least not commercially, but that didn't bother me a bit. After all, sex is sex, isn't it? What difference does the method make, as long as you end the session sexually satisfied, and with cash to put in the bank the next day. That, baby, is the name of the game, and I don't remember a single rule that said there was anything wrong with switching players.
"When I nodded and smiled, she got right down to business. She evidently didn't believe in wasting any time on preliminaries. Her clothes-dress, shoes, stockings, panties, and bra-were off and scattered about the floor in not much more time than it took for me to pull down my one zipper and step out of my dress. She walked over to where I was standing, brushed her lips against mine, then took my small hand in her large, and somewhat sweaty, one and led me into the bedroom and up to the king-size bed.
"I got up onto the satin bedspread, stretching out full length, as she walked over to a night-stand, opened a drawer in it, and took out something wrapped in a towel. She came back to the bed and laid the object down on the floor next to it without removing the towel, then sat down next to me on the bed, her hands reaching out to caress my breasts. Her lips once again brushed against mine, then dropped down to trail across my neck and shoulder.
"I didn't have the slightest idea of just what she wanted me to do, so I just lay there without moving, letting her take the lead. She shifted her seat on the bed slightly, then kissed each of my nipples, flicking at them with the tip of her tongue, moving on as soon as they began to harden with desire, a desire that was beginning to send warm flushes through my body. like I said, I hadn't gotten any fucking that day, and I was getting pretty horny.
"I let myself drift, savoring the sexual arousal that was starting to move through my body, and she shifted again, her hands spreading my legs apart. She moved around until she was kneeling between my feet, brought her head down and forward, her face masked by her fallen hair, then kissed the inside of each of my thighs and slid her stiffened tongue deep into my cunt.
"Heat began to flood through my body as she shot her tongue in and out and around, and I began to squirm a little on the smooth silkiness of the bedspread. Her hands went under me, cupping the cheeks of my ass and lifting them off the bed, and as her tongue moved faster and faster I felt one sharp fingernail probing at my ass-hole, pressing for entrance, then wiggling deftly inside, pumping to match the actions of her busy tongue, a tongue that was quickly setting me on fire. I felt as though I was going to have to start doing something pretty quick. I was getting entirely too hot to just keep lying there accepting her action.
"Her tongue and finger were really getting to me, and as I felt myself slipping nearer and nearer to a climax, I brought my hands down to her head, running my fingers around inside her ears and pressing lightly against the back of her neck, urging her tongue ever deeper into me.
"Then, without warning, she pulled away from me, pulling her finger out of my ass-hole and her tongue from my heated cunt, and stood up. She picked up the towel from the floor, unwrapped it, and I saw that it held a tremendous pink dildo, a rubber cock, gleaming with a thin coat of Vaseline or some other lubricant. Her breath was coming fast and her cheeks were flushed as she quickly strapped it on. Once she had the straps adjusted just the way she wanted them, she climbed back onto the bed, between my legs.
"She rubbed the dildo against the skin and hair between my legs for a minute, making sure I knew just what she was doing, then, when she felt the head of it drop a little as it pressed against my cunt-hole, she began to press downward. My cunt-lips spread and spread as that gigantic tool moved into me, until I began to worry that it was going to prove to be too big, that it was going to tear me.
"It didn't, though, and I stopped worrying as soon as she had it about halfway into me. It felt too good, and I was getting to the point where I couldn't worry about anything. All I could think about was how good it felt there inside of me, filling me, turning me on more than I had been turned on in weeks, if not in months.
"I had expected the rubber to be cold, but it wasn't. In fact, it was as hot as a real cock, and I guessed that it had been immersed in hot water for some time before my arrival, getting ready for the job it was going to do. The job it was now doing so well.
"The red flood of my approaching climax was fast filling my mind and body with tides of irresistible passion. I felt as though I was nothing more than a fleshy bag of flaming nerve endings, teased to torment by what she was doing, and then she shifted position again, so quickly that I didn't have a chance to even think of protesting.
"She shoved that dildo into me hard and deep, almost its full length, which must have been at least ten inches, then pulled it all the way out with a sliding, slurping, popping sound. Her hands quickly moved down my legs, under my knees, lifting me up until my legs were lying across her shoulders, jackknifing me on the bed. I felt the head of the rubber cock sliding down through the hair between my legs, across and past the open, waiting lips of my cunt, into the spread crack of my ass.
"The woman must have had a lot of experience at that sort of thing, because she seemed to know when the head of it was in exactly the right spot, pressed against the tight pucker of my ass-hole, a place I never expected her to try and put it. It was way too big to get in there, or so I thought until she started working at it.
"The head of it pressed hard for a second against my unyielding flesh, then the lubricant and the juice it had picked up from my sopping pussy did its work, and that king-size imitation of a cock plunged deep into my ass, almost driving me right through the headboard of the bed as it tore past those tight, tender tissues. At the time it felt as though I was going to need stitches to close up the hole she was making, and I guess I screamed a little from the pain, but actually it hadn't done any lasting damage, or so I found out later, and the sexual excitement that had been filling my body as she had worked it in and out of my cunt quickly built again until it completely blocked out the pain.
"She shoved it all the way in, deeper than I thought it was possible for a cock to penetrate, then began to slide it slowly in and out, her hands reaching down in front of her, between our bodies, one finger sliding into my cunt while the other played gently with the excited, tender little nub of my clitoris.
"From her motions, her speeding up of the pumping action, her breathing, her sweating, I knew that she was going to reach her climax at any moment, and that I was either going to be right with her or not far behind. It turned out that I was right with her, and when we both began our orgasms I got a real surprise.
"As my hips began to jerk and my muscles locked up tight from the pure erotic pleasure of my orgasm, a sudden tearing shock that seemed like a bolt of electricity whipped through my pumping, shuddering ass, and I must have come at least a foot off the bed in reaction. What a feeling! It came again and again, little burning, tearing shocks that drove my climax to a complete release that there is no way for me to fully describe. With each shock I could feel my ass-hole clamping tight on that plunging rubber cock, and my cunt muscles grabbing at her finger. It was purely fantastic!
"Later I found out that the dildo had a couple of small batteries buried in it, for just that purpose. At the other end, the end that was strapped to her, there was a small, horn-shaped protuberance, which rubbed against her clit as she was pumping the rubber tool in and out of me. That horn also transmitted the shocks to her, controlled by a small button that the hand she wasn't using on my cunt was pressing repeatedly, and she actually screamed from the pleasure reaction that the shock was giving to both of us at the same time.
"When we were finally drained dry she pulled the dildo out of my ass and moved back. When she did, my legs just collapsed on the bed. I didn't have any strength left in them, or in the rest of my body for that matter. She got up, unstrapped the rubber cock, then walked over to the dresser. She came back with a fistful of money in her hand. She didn't give it to me right away, though. She just stood there, like she wanted to say something, but didn't know quite how to start.
"I had the feeling that she was going to ask me to come back, perhaps on a regular schedule, and I've got to admit that the idea was entertaining. I was almost right, too.
" 'This may seem a little hard to believe at first,' she said, 'but I didn't have Bill send you over here because I have to buy this kind of action.'
'"I can believe that! That had to be one of the best screwings I've ever had, even if it was by you, instead of by a man.'
" 'I'm glad you enjoyed it. What about me using the back door? Did you like that, too?'
" 'Well, I have to admit that it was a little upsetting at first, but you sure did make it good. Good enough that I could dig getting it there more often.'
" 'That's what we thought you'd say. You see,' she continued, 'Bill told me that he thought you were an anal person, and that's why he sent you over here tonight. This isn't just a house-a residence. It's the headquarters for a sort of club we have. A club made up of people who dig anal sex, and we thought that you might like to join.'
" 'It sounds good,' I answered, 'but I'm not sure how much time I'd be able to spend here. My business....'
" 'If you accept the offer we're prepared to make, it will be your ex-business. You see, we want you to take over running the house here. Sort of housekeeper and general organizer for the parties. What do you say?'
" 'Well, I don't know....'
" 'One other thing. We're prepared to throw in a pretty good salary. You won't be losing anything, financially, by making the switch. The club treasury is in pretty good shape, and since we all have jobs, and can't really devote enough spare time to keep things running here, we're willing to pay you well to take over. Oh yes, if you do decide to take the job, you'll be expected to join us in our activities.'
" 'What do you mean, activities?'
"'Activities like those we just took part in. You and me.'
" 'Lady, you've got yourself a housekeeper!' "
Taking into consideration her stated professional preferences prior to entering into the anal cult as a member, housekeeper, and organizer, and her obvious enjoyment of the anal sexual activities which initiated her into it, there is very strong evidence that Ruth T-harbors either latent lesbian desires or is, at the very least, what is currently termed a "bisexual."
According to classical psychoanalytic theory, the human sexual instinct contains within it a homosexual component. The theory holds that the normal adult female either represses this lesbian tendency or partially sublimates it through other activities.
Many psychoanalysts, however, do not assume a universal latent homosexuality in either men or women. Among forty-one percent of the heterosexual samples studied in I. Bieber's book Homosexuality: A Psychoanalytic Study, evidence of latent lesbianism was totally absent. This finding, therefore, completely failed to support the classical psychoanalytic position regarding latent lesbianism.
Lesbian symptoms, or, as they have been more recently termed, lesbian tendencies, share quite a few features with the known behavioral patterns of established lesbians. Fear of competition may be set off in situations which appear to threaten competition with other females, such as falling in love, marrying, and achieving social or economic success. This is undoubtedly the prime factor behind Ruth T-'s original entry into prostitution as a profession, despite her statements to the contrary.
Hand in hand with Ruth's renunciation of the possibility of a successful competition with other women, and her quiet acceptance of the lesbian activity to which she was introduced at the anal cult headquarters, were her wishes for reward and compensation for the sacrifice she had made. It is expected that Ruth will eventually enter into a pathologically dependent relationship with a powerful female, perhaps the one who introduced her into the anal cult, or perhaps another woman she might meet there.
Her main reason for entering into such a relationship will be the hope that the female she becomes attached to will be able to serve as a satisfactory substitute for the renounced gratification of a normal heterosexual relationship.
In understanding Ruth's probable lesbian tendencies or bisexual trends we must keep in mind that the single most prominent feature distinguishing overt lesbians from heterosexual women harboring lesbian tendencies is the absence among the latter of any erotic responsibility to other females.
Erotic responsivity to females by females is usually established early during the childhood or adolescent stages. Heterosexual women with lesbian tendencies who only rarely become directly involved in lesbianism, and then only while engaging in and enjoying heterosexual activities, are bisexuals.
We find that there is a wide divergence in the professional estimates of the frequency of lesbianism. F. S. Caprio, in Female Homosexuality, and Havelock Ellis, in Studies in the Psychology of Sex, are of the opinion that homosexuality occurs as frequently among women as it does among men. Kinsey's studies showed, in Sexual Behavior in the Human Female, on the other hand, that the incidences and frequencies of homosexual responses and contact and consequently the incidences of the homosexual ratings were much lower among females in our sample than they were among males on whom we had previously reported.
In the lesbian act a heterosexual masquerade is played out, with one member of the anal cult, in this case, taking the masculine role, and one the feminine. In some cases the women involved may exchange roles, but in the case under consideration we are certain that the anal cult member will remain habitually masculine, and that Ruth will retain her feminine orientation.
The anal cult member in question, who did not wish to have her name revealed, even her first name, is what we could call a "butch." She does her best to avoid feminine dress and attitudes, and whenever she can, and to whatever degree she can, she will imitate men in dress, speech, and other behavioral patterns. Ruth, on the other hand, is what would be called a "femme." In pairings of this sort the roles of husband and wife are acted out in the pathological caricatures they perceive these roles to be. The cult member acts aggressive, dominant, and tough, and initiates sexual activity. Ruth is, at least with her lesbian partner, submissive and retiring, a stereotypic embodiment of soft femininity.
In the context of this marital caricature, domination-submission behavior, sadomasochistic activity, and pathologic dependency are clearly evident in both Ruth and her partner, a common situation where lesbian activities are concerned.
Just as male homosexuals obsessively emphasize genital size and seek out masculine qualities in partners, Ruth's partner has sought out feminine qualities in Ruth, particularly maternal characteristics as symbolized by the breasts. The lesbian's interest in breast size and shape parallels the male homosexual's interest in the size of the penis. Homosexuals of both sexes seek to repair their damaged sexual functioning by attempts at achieving a magical unity with prominent symbols of masculinity and femininity-the penis and the breast.
We do not know the root causes of Ruth's rapidly developing lesbianism, but Clara M. Thompson gave us a quite clearly defined series of indications of the possible causes in her Selected Papers:
Female homosexuality is not a clinical entity but a symptom with different meanings for different personalities. Thus, female homosexuality could be an expression of fear of the opposite sex, fear of adult responsibility, a need to defy authority, an attempt to cope with hatred of or competitive attitudes toward members of one's own sex, a flight from reality into an absorption in body stimulation, and a way of being destructive to one's self and others.
"Bill, another member of the cult, had mentioned that he knew this call girl, one he used on and off to entertain business acquaintances from out of town, and even himself occasionally, who might make a good member. In addition, he thought that she might be the solution to a problem we had been hassling with for quite some time. Where to find someone to take care of the place, and to make sure that everything was ready for scheduled activities and parties.
"I had him call and make an 'appointment' with the girl, even though I wasn't at all sure that a call girl, a prostitute, was the kind of person we were looking for as a cult member, much less a housekeeper. I mean, after all, the woman was a whore!
"It didn't take me long to discover that what she did for a living didn't have a hell of a lot to do with what kind of person she was. More importantly, it didn't have a lot to do with what kind of lover she was. Or, come to think of it, maybe it did. Maybe that's why she was so damned good.
"Anyway, pardon me for getting ahead of myself. Bill set up the appointment, thinking that I was going to have Ralph, that week's examiner, check her out. I didn't say anything to him about it, but I figured on doing the checking out myself. Everyone in the club knows that I dig women, especially women who'll let me use my dildo on them. The cult is very liberal about things like that, but I don't think Bill would have considered it a good idea for me, with my sexual tastes, to meet a prospective member there for her first introduction to our cult.
"Ruth showed up right at the time Bill had set, and I had to admit that he had good taste in women. She was a doll. Long red hair and green eyes, about five-eight and a hundred and twenty pounds, and, best of all, a pair of tits that were threatening to break right through the cloth of her dress. They must have been at least forties, and there's nothing that turns me on quite as much as a set of really big tits. I couldn't take my eyes off them, and the longer I looked at them the hotter I got. I felt like creaming right there, just from thinking about how they would taste, and I could feel the warm wetness between my legs soaking into my panties.
"She gave me a pretty strange look when I opened the door. Obviously she had been expecting a man to answer. I led her back to one of the bedrooms, avoiding going through the living room. There were a fair number of members there that night, and I didn't want her worrying about what was going on. I'm pretty sure she got a glimpse of the living room, despite my attempt. If she did, she didn't say anything about it, though.
"You should have seen the expression on her face when she found out I was the 'customer,' as she called it, whom she had been engaged to service. For a minute I thought she was going to take off running. She got herself under control quickly, though, and with a shrug of her shoulders put her purse over on a table and started getting out of her dress.
"I had never thought about how a call girl would dress, and I was surprised to find that the dress, a one-piece wool affair which looked like it cost a pretty good piece of change, was all she was wearing. She just pulled down the zipper, stepped out of the dress, and she was naked, with those beautiful tits pointing straight out from her chest, without a bit of sag to them.
"As soon as she had started taking her dress off I began to strip, and by the time she got back to the center of the room, after laying her dress across a chair, I was as naked as she was, with my clothes scattered all over the floor. I've never claimed to be a particularly neat person, and that night I was just in too much of a hurry to give a damn about whether or not I got some wrinkles in my dress.
"I walked over to where she was standing, gave her a little kiss, just barely touching our lips together, then took her hand and led her to the bed. She climbed right up onto it, ready for whatever I might want.
"I went over to the nightstand where I kept the dildo, wrapped in a towel, and pulled it out. I had had it soaking in hot water for several hours, and the towel had kept it warm since I had put it in the drawer. By the time I got ready to use it, it would be just the right temperature. The temperature of a cock.
"I put the still-wrapped dildo down on the floor next to the bed, where I could reach it easily should I find myself in a hurry when it came time to use it, then sat down on the bed next to Ruth. I knew that I should take it easy and slow, and I tried, but the sight of those magnificent tits of hers had turned me on so much that I was in no mood for playing around.
"Almost as if I didn't have any control over it my head dipped down to her lips for a light kiss, and my hands reached out for her breasts, feeling their warm firmness, the hardening tips of her nipples pressing against my sweaty palms as I gently rubbed them.
"Ruth just lay there, not moving, while I moved my lips across her upper body, tasting the sweet flesh of her neck and shoulders, then moving down to her beautiful breasts. Each nipple got a little kiss, then I sucked one of them into my mouth, feeling and tasting the slightly rough, bumpy surface with the tip of my tongue. With my face down on her chest, my lips on her nipple, I could hear the beating of her heart and the sound of air moving in and out of her lungs as her breathing came faster and faster. I knew then that she was ready to accept my loving.
"I didn't want to give up that wonderful tasting nipple, but the tides of passion were building fast in my body, and I had to move on, to get the preliminaries over with so that we could both get to the serious business of fucking. I let go of the nipple and moved on down the bed, spreading her legs apart, then kneeling between them. When I looked up to see how Ruth was accepting my actions I saw that her eyes were closed, her head twisting back and forth on the pillow, and I knew that she was as hot, and as horny, as I was.
"I dropped my head down between Ruth's legs and gave her a couple more of those little, brushing kisses, one on the inside of each thigh, then sent my tongue right to the target, deep into her warm, wet pussy. It tasted better than any steak, and I went in as deep as I could go, as far as my tongue would reach, probing and sucking at the same time to get all of that wonderful, hot taste into my mouth.
"It wasn't long before her hips were beginning to jerk up and down in time with my tongue, and on one of the upward jerks I slid my hands under her ass, one finger going to her ass-hole. She was really tight back there, and I had a lot of trouble getting my finger in, but finally I forced it through, then began pumping it in time with the thrusts of my tongue in her pussy.
"That really seemed to set Ruth off, and in just a couple of seconds I felt her hands at the back of my head, pushing down, urging my tongue deeper and deeper into her freely lubricating pussy. She was so wet that I could feel a mixture of her juice and my saliva dripping down my chin, and a little rivulet of it ran down the crack of my ass, splitting to flow around my finger.
"I knew, both from her actions and from what was happening inside my own body, that it was time to move on to other things. If I didn't, we were both going to come, and I didn't want it to happen that way, with my tongue in her cunt and my finger in her ass. I wanted it to happen with my finger in her cunt and my cock, my beautiful ten-inch cock, buried in her ass-hole.
"I slipped my finger out of her ass and quickly got up off the bed, picking up the dildo as I did so. It was already lubricated and the straps were adjusted for my body, so it only took a few seconds before I had it on and was back between Ruth's legs. Even though it had only been a few seconds, I saw that Ruth had cooled off and was watching me with an expression that seemed to have at least an element of fear in it. I was so hot that I wanted to get my cock right into her ass, but I figured I'd better take it a little slower. It took a lot of willpower, but somehow I managed it.
"I let the dildo rub back and forth along the lips of her cunt for a minute, pressing the head of it against her clitoris, then, as I felt it settling into the gap of her pussy, I began to press, shoving it slowly into her, going slow deliberately so as not to hurt her. like I said, that rubber cock of mine was big.
"I let it slide in about halfway, then rested for a minute to let Ruth get used to the feel of it. She had her eyes closed again, and was panting and gasping and occasionally crying out with little moans, and I figured that she was just about ready to come. That meant that she was just about ready for the final step.
"With one hard lunge I shoved the dildo all the way into her cunt, full length, and she jack-knifed under me and gave out with a little scream that could have been either pleasure or pain, or a combination of the two. Her fingers clawed at my back, and then I pulled my cock all the way out of her, drawing away from her for a second while I got my hands under her knees to lift her up into the right position.
"I lifted her legs high up off the bed, until they were on either side of my neck, resting on my shoulders, then I dropped my body back down. The head of the dildo made contact with her cunt again, and her hips jerked upward, begging for the feel of it in her cunt, but I drew back a little, keeping it from going inside of her. Instead, I let it drop away from her cunt and back toward her ass-hole. I could see, just barely, when the head of it was in the right place, pressed tight against her ass-hole, gleaming with the juice from her pussy.
"I pressed down, feeling her ass-hole spread; then, when I felt the head slip inside I gave it a hard shove, a lunge with the weight of my whole body behind it, and it was all the way in, right up to the base.
"The little horn on the inside of the dildo was pressed against my clitoris, and when I hit bottom in Ruth's ass-hole we both screamed, she from the feel of that big cock in her ass, and I from the pleasure that horn was putting on my clit. The wait, the slow going, had been worth it. Now I was getting all the feeling that I had been waiting for all evening.
"I began pumping away at Ruth's ass, slowly at first, then faster, pulling the dildo almost all the way out with each upstroke, then pounding down to shove it all the way into her ass again. With each stroke that little horn scraped against my clit, and the fires built within me until I knew it was only seconds before I was going to come.
"When I felt the tension starting to build, I reached down for the little button that was on the dildo. I knew that Ruth was ready, too, and I reached down with one hand and slid my fingers into her cunt, running them in and out, making sure that she was getting enough sexual stimulation to come right along with me.
"I had to hold on tight for a few seconds to keep myself from coming before Ruth was ready, but when I felt the juice begin to flood around my finger in her pussy, and all her muscles tighten up, I knew it was time, and my finger began to push up and down on the button, sending sharp little shocks of electricity from the batteries in the dildo into Ruth's ass-hole and against my clit. It was the ultimate climax, and I thought-I hoped-it was never going to end. My body shook and shuddered, and it felt as though every muscle in my body was cramping. I couldn't breathe, and a fiery-red haze dropped over my eyes, completely blocking my vision. .
"Through that haze I could hear Ruth screaming out her pleasure; her sharp fingernails raked across my back, leaving burning welts behind. Her body lunged up against me, jamming her ass tight against the base of the dildo as her body thrashed about on the bed. She was getting her orgasm, and getting it good. I knew, from my first experience on the receiving end of a dildo like that, that there is no feeling in the world like it. There is no way a man's cock, smaller and without the batteries, can give you a climax like that dildo of mine. It just isn't possible. Besides, contrary to what most people think, the walls of the rectum are even more sensitive than the walls of the pussy, and every one of those little shocks was going right through those walls and up along every nerve in her body.
"Finally, as all things must, it ended, with both of us drained. I let go of the button, since it couldn't help us to keep it going anymore, then began to draw away from her, slowly sliding the dildo out of her ass. It almost seemed as if she wanted me to leave it there, the way her hands clutched at my back, and when it finally popped free with a wet slapping sound, she moaned, then her legs collapsed on the bed. Her eyes were still closed, and she seemed to be having a lot of trouble catching her breath. She reached down and stroked that rubber tool with her hand once, a move which I don't think she even realized she made, then her whole body suddenly relaxed as she realized it was over, for the time being at least.
"For long minutes we both just lay there, completely drained by our experience. Eventually, it seemed like hours later, I managed to regain enough strength to get up and go over to the dresser, to take off the dildo and get the money for Ruth's fee. I hoped that I wouldn't have to give it to her.
"After that beautiful piece of ass it wasn't easy for me to get my mind working on how I was going to recruit Ruth, both into the cult and as a housekeeper for the cult. I knew that this was the right time, the time when she would be in the most receptive mood, but I just couldn't seem to find the words.
"Finally, and not at all in the manner I had planned, I got the whole thing out, and, as Bill had predicted, she agreed right away. Then, much to my surprise, she took the offensive. After what I had given her, I expected that it would be at least a couple of hours before she was ready for more sex. I was wrong. She wanted more, and she wanted it right then.
"She had sort of a strange smile on her face as she got up off the bed, wincing for a second when her legs came together, and walked across the room to the dresser where I had put the dildo. Without saying a thing to me she picked it up, put it in place, and readjusted the straps to fit her more slender body.
"She gave me a look that spoke volumes, and a little thrill of apprehension ran through my body as I realized that she intended to use that tool on me. It had been a long time since anyone had stuck a cock in me, and I wasn't sure that I was ready for it.
"Ruth made up my mind for me. She came quickly across the room, and with a hard shove on my tits pushed me back onto the bed. She fell on top of me, that rubber cock almost digging a hole in my stomach, and her lips mashed against mine, tongue jamming deep into my mouth. Her hands roamed over my body, first at my breasts, kneading them and pinching and pulling at the nipples, then between my legs, fingers twisting my clit, then plunging deep into my cunt.
"She was good. She must have understood that the only way she could get me to respond to a woman's touch was to be strong, demanding, almost sadistic in her approach to my body. Nothing else would work, but this attack was turning me on like nothing had in a long time.
"Her lips ground against mine, her teeth biting at my tongue as I slid it into her mouth, then at my lower lip, hard enough for me to taste the salty, hot wetness of blood. My blood. Her left hand was almost beating at my tit, and she had three stiffened fingers jammed into my cunt, pushing and pulling and prodding with demanding desire that increased every second.
"Her lips left mine and began to travel down my body, teeth biting as they went. Not gentle love nips, but cannibalistic bites, leaving red toothmarks in the flesh of my neck, my shoulders, my breasts. She stopped there for a minute to suck a nipple deep into her mouth, chewing on it, filling my body with a pain/pleasure mixture that I cannot describe, but which brought me to a fever pitch of sexual excitement. Then her lips, and her teeth, were moving again, along the ridges of my rib cage, across my belly, and down through the mat of hair between my legs, pulling at it with her teeth, pulling many of them out by the roots.
"Her lips kissed at the lips of my cunt, her tongue lapping back and forth at it, then her teeth were biting, nipping, chewing at them, bringing forth a gush of wetness that told her, better than any words I could have used, just how ready I was for that big rubber cock strapped about her middle. She didn't stop there, though. Her lips and teeth moved on, down under me, and as she spread the cheeks of my ass with her hands her tongue touched the entrance to my rectum, touched it with a loving kiss, nothing like the biting and chewing she had given the rest of my body during her downward passage.
"Using her saliva as a lubricant she pressed her tongue against my anus, wiggling it around, stiffening it, until it slid through and into my ass. Then, just as if she was sucking a cock, she began to put strong suction on my ass-hole, a suction so strong that, as it combined with the rising tide of passion that was flooding through my body, I felt as though she was going to turn me inside out, pulling my whole body down and through my ass-hole.
"Even with my hips raised as much as possible, she couldn't get her face tight against my ass, which kept her from getting her tongue all the way inside of me. I could feel the saliva dropping and running along the crack of my ass as she fought to get her tongue deeper and deeper, then she gave up, for the moment at least, and pulled away to let me roll over onto my stomach.
"Once I was on my belly, with my legs spread wide and a pillow under my stomach to raise me up off the bed a little, Ruth got her face right back down against my ass; this time her tongue slid in deep, as deep as it would go, and she began to tickle the walls of my rectum with it, flicking her tongue tip around to touch first one side, then the other. One finger slid into my cunt, pressing against the back wall, squeezing the rectal tube tight around her tongue, and I thought for a minute I was going to come right then, it felt so good.
"Ruth knew that I was ready, and I could sense from her frantic movements and rapid breathing that she was close to an orgasm, too. She drew away from me, sliding her tongue out of my ass-hole. My face was buried in a pillow, so I couldn't see what she was doing, but I felt it as she changed position on the bed. Then there was the wonderful feeling of the dildo pressing against the flesh of my ass, searching for my anus.
"She was guiding it with her hands, and it went straight to its target. Again, she wasn't gentle in her actions. Once the head of it was against my anus, she gave it a shove, a lunge with the entire weight of her body behind it, and it drove through, driving deep into my ass in one swift plunge.
"The pain of the big rubber cock tearing through my unrelaxed anus was almost more than I could bear, but it was so wonderful that, in reflex, my body lifted off the bed, helping her get it into me all the way. It seemed to be filling me, jamming every inch of my body, the head of it reaching all the way up into my stomach, and without her even having to pump I began to have an orgasm, a tearing climactic release that had me jumping up and down on the bed in complete ecstasy, like some sort of mad acrobat or tumbler.
"Just when I thought it was over, she began to pump in and out of me, and in seconds I was having another orgasm, then another. I just couldn't seem to stop coming, not that I wanted to. Then she began to press the button, and the whole world seemed to fly apart in flaming fragments, like something out of a science-fiction movie. It was an orgasm beyond words.
"That orgasm tore through me, filling me with a combination of heat and cold that was fantastic, and all the while this was going on I could hear the little screams, the grunts and moans, that were escaping from Ruth's lips in perfect time with her pumping finger on the button. She was getting hers, just as I was getting mine.
"Our desire, and Ruth's endurance, seemed to know no ends that night. Over and over again we ass-fucked, me shoving the dildo into her eager ass, her cramming it in mine, until dawn was breaking and both of us were too tired to do any more.
"Just as we fell asleep, I wondered if, after tonight, Ruth would ever again so willingly accept the meager attentions of a man. She had found out how a woman could love her, and I hoped-oh, how I hoped-that I would have the chance to love her again and again, day and night."
In today's society there is a strong movement toward the recognition of homosexuality as an acceptable life-style between consulting adults.
Whether Ruth's rapidly developing bisexual tendencies will evolve into total lesbian behavior or not is still an open question, but we have little doubt that, since her introduction into the cult, she has gained a much greater insight into her mental and emotional problems. An insight which cannot help but aid her in her adaptation to life.
In the next interview we find an unusual situation. Instead of the normal pattern of a member of the cult enlisting another person into the cult, we have what might be called almost a mass enlistment, if two people can be described as a "mass." Taking into consideration that every other member was brought in on an individual basis, it can be seen why the case of one couple, already members, enlisting another couple is unusual.