Introduction
"I really am wild about taking it in the ass. And my boyfriend, Freddie, is crazy about putting his pork to my asshole, so everything between me and him works out just fine. It wasn't always that way-it was Freddie Boy who turned me on to this scene. Sorta gave me the soft sell - broke me in easy. Like the first time, he shoved a candy bar up my yingus and ate it out ... shit and all. One of the sweetest things any- one had ever done to me.
"I guess before I met Freddie I was sort of out of it as far. as sex is concerned. Not that I was a prude-a long way from it. But the guys I'd gotten it on with were pretty square Johns ... just the old 'wham-bam, thank you, mam' sort of number. Like it was great-never had any trouble getting my rocks, but it was just that it could've been better. I didn't know any better at the time of course, or I'd been out getting it on with the better scene. Freddie showed me some things that made me about flip clear out-I just never knew that there was that much pleasure to be had before. Especially the up the ass bit-who'd ever have known how groovy a cock up the old yingus could feel? Not me. Not until Freddie Boy socked it to me in the back door. Wow-this was heaven for sure!
"He pulled that candy bar bit the very first time I balled him. Man, I thought he was kind of perverted first off-didn't even want to ball face-to-face the first time that night. Took me leaning across the back of a sofa ... dog-style. He's still partial to that style - especially when he gives it to me in the ass, which is the majority of the time I'd guess, even though we have a pretty big grab bag of tricks we get into for variety. I think he likes to pull back once in a while and scope in on my ass with his eyes in that position-got a big thing for asses or something.
Sure, he likes the other, too.
"Of course, I can't fully relate to the reasons he digs porking it to my ass ... for the obvious reasons-he's a guy and I'm a chick. I can list the reasons only from my point of view ... the way it feels to me and all. I could never know what something feels like to a cock ... it would be groovy if I could, though. Like just for one day if we all could change sexes, just for two or three balls or so. Then we'd be hip to how it feels for the other sex when we switched back to our regular sex, and we'd probably all be better lovers for the experience, more considerate of the other's needs, and all that.
"Anyway, it must feel pretty good to Freddie, or he wouldn't keep doing it. You should see the way he jumps around when he starts cramming his meat up my a-hole. Of course, I'm squirming around so much myself that it'd be pretty tough to tell just which one of us is getting the biggest kick out of it.
"It usually burns at first-even with the lubricants. The flesh of the anus must be a lot more sensitive to the touch than the box is ... just try feeling it yourself ... like stick your finger up your snatch (if you're a girl, of course -sorry, guys!)
and then shove it up your ass. You can easily feel the difference. The pussy is lined with really soft mucous membrane that is well lubricated; the ass is tighter, and much drier to the touch.
"It's really hard for me to distinguish the difference between the two-in words, that is. I can really feel the difference, and I can tell you that I'd rather take it in the ass any day. I've talked to male homosexuals and they know how good it can be ... although I suppose their reactions are quite different than mine, due to the prostate stimulation they get from it. But from what they tell me, the feeling is similar -starts out with sort of a dull ache that rapidly spreads throughout your guts. And before you know what's happening, you're coming and coming and coming until you can't quit.
"Me and Fred, we've got a lot of ways we can vary this number-like him shoving some kind of dildo, maybe a regular vibrator, or a candle or something, up my ass while he shoves his cock to my front hole. Or he might eat my ass out with his tongue-you know, rimming? He's really good at it, but it is more like a way of preparing me for the real goodie, his big cock. I'm afraid his tongue is only long enough to tease, not to please.
"Sometimes, he likes the favor returned to him-at least with the tongue bit, or even my pinkie up his ass. However, we gave the full treatment to his ass-me taking him on with a dildo, but he found it too painful ... some people just don't get into it. Funny with Fred, what with the way he digs doing the pushing. But some people are meant only to do the pushing -the scene with him submitting just goes against his grain. But he does get a charge out of me tonguing out his a-hole, or prodding him gently with my finger while we're engaged in other activities. Sort of like spicing on the cake to him-a little side attraction.
"Me, I dig the sideshows, but I don't want the number with my ass to be one of them. That's the main attraction as far as I'm concerned, and I don't care what other little 'extras' Freddie decides to try out on me, as long as he doesn't forget to run the feature. I just must've gotten hung up in old Dr. Freud's anal stage or something, 'cause to me my asshole is the center of the universe."
The enjoyment of anality is easy to explain from a physiological viewpoint. The sensory nerve fibers of the rectal area are attached to the spinal cord at the same point as the nerves of the genital regions-the anal canal goes through violent spasms during sexual climax.
Aesthetically, the buttocks of both the male and female are attractive, swelling out prominently from the rest of the body in a design to arouse the libido of the beholder.
However, sex laws immemorial have placed the act under the heading of sodomy, and called it one of the primal taboos. Anal eroticism has been associated with child molesters, homosexuals, and other assorted perverts throughout history, and it has only been the sexual enlightenment of the past decades that has brought the widespread usage of the activity as practiced by heterosexuals into view, although the practice has long been used as a means of preventing pregnancy, or as an alternate form of arousal during the woman's menstrual cycle.
An overwhelming majority of heterosexuals who engage in anal intercourse involve cases where the male is aggressive, the female, passive. However, a small but growing minority of the cases involve a passive male being artificially stimulated from the rear by his feminine partner, usually within the confines of a sadomasochistic relationship involving a female dominator.
While the incidence of anal activity practiced for purposes of contraception have undergone a sharp decline with the advent of the various forms of artificial prophylactics, the new wave of morality has made a wealth of sexual education openly available to the public, and many couples have now turned to anality for purposes of sexual variety. A large number of people find that they can achieve great pleasure from such activity, and adapt it as a regular offering on their erotic menus.
Not since the days of the Roman Empire, when such noted statesmen as Julius Caesar Cato, and Cicero, were known to enjoy sexual encounters utilizing the alternate passageway, has Western Man known the freedom in expressing his sexuality as today's man. In throwing off the chains of Victorian-inspired suppression he had discovered the many erogenous possibilities of his body, and has begun to respond to them in a more natural way. It is little wonder that he has found the anus, a primary erogenous zone, to be one of the most vital areas of his sexuality.
The male homosexual has long known the art of anal lovemaking. Restricted in his outlets by nature, he had found his mouth and his anus to be invaluable receptacles for the labors of his love. The lesbian may also have more incidence of anality among her ranks than the heterosexual, but by dint of a fuller range of sexual cavities (and with a little help from an artificial prosthesis) she is far less likely to indulge in anal practices than her male counterpart. Even then, the contact is more likely to be anal-oral (analingus) in nature than anal-artificial penis.
To get a closer look at anal eroticism, we have chosen to present several detailed case histories, illustrating such activity among both heterosexuals and homosexuals that are felt to be fairly typical of such individuals. All cases are documented from the files of prominent physicians, psychologists, and clinical data processing centers from around the country. It is felt that a few detailed examples will give the casual reader a much greater insight into the psychological and physiological dynamics of the phenomenon than dozens of shallow profiles.
Lois, whose narration opened this introduction, is just one such individual who has recently learned of the pleasures of anal sex. As she stated, she was introduced to the activity by her boyfriend, Fred, over three years ago, and has been enjoying it immensely ever since. The attractive young secretary continues her dialogue, shedding further light upon this fascinating subject.
"That first time ... up the ass, I mean-I'd lost my cherry clear back when I was fourteen -but I mean the first time that Freddie gave it to me up the ass was the best. I think .the first time in any field is the best... thumb-sucking, candy-eating, mother-fucking ... whatever. Except maybe we don't realize it right at the time, and we spend the rest of our lives trying to recapture that moment... know what I mean?
"Of course, when it came to getting it stuck between my cheeks I knew a good thing right off. I was old enough to know the score by then, and I sniffed something good out of the whole scene.
"Freddie started me out easy that day. A regular Gl-style screw to start everything off. Now with Freddie Boy, that's not a bad way to start. He's a real tiger in the sack. I suppose I'd only known him about a week or so back then, but he hadn't thrown the anality bit on me just then, not for the first couple of times or so. I guess he was afraid he might scare me off if he came on too strong first off.
"But I guess I showed my own hand by that time by being so eager to screw ... I mean, if he couldn't see that I'd be willing to go to almost any limit with him by then, he never would. Not that I'd be that way with just any old guy, you understand-I really was in love with Freddie. Nobody'd ever knocked me off my feet the way he did. He'd just gotten out of the service, and his sister, Madge, who works in my office, fixed me up with him. I owe her a lot for that little favor.
"So, anyhow, by that night most of the pretentions between us had disappeared, and we weren't playing any games ... just getting right down to the real nitty gritty, you understand. We hadn't been inside his apartment for more than ten minutes before we'd found our way to his big king-sized bed and had doffed our clothes. Man, we were both so hot and horny that we must've made it in two or three minutes.
"Fred was all over me, like a duck on a June bug, pawing gently at my body with those rough hands of his, rapidly warming my body against the slight chill of the room. I responded eagerly, reaching up and looping my arms around his neck to pull his face down close to mine, his scratchy beard burning nicely against my cheeks as our tongues mashed together.
"It was to be a quickie-neither of us could wait very long. Hardly before we'd gotten started, I felt him reach down to push his cock against the flesh of my pussy. I felt him strain heavily against the tight opening, then slide easily into the lubricated inner folds, once my muscles gave way to his will. In no time at all I'd lost all of my reason, giving in to the demands of my flesh, my butt muscles tightening up, then collapsing, then balling up again, as they pumped my pussy up around his thrusting cock almost as if it were trying to strangle that fat tool of his.
"I just wrapped my arms around him as tight as I could, and held on for dear life. Just as I could feel my orgasm coming, I craned my neck and began blowing gently in Freddie's ear the way he likes it, trying to urge him on to his climax since I was giving in so fast. But he didn't need any urging on my part. He was exploding into my pussy already, his hot spurts triggering my own come as I rocked up hard against him.
"Quickies like that can be a real gas once in a while. Like sometimes you just can't wait for all the preliminaries, even though you probably come harder after teasing around for a little bit. By now, Freddie and I know each other's moods, so we can tell if a quickie would be better. Like if we're both really horny and don't have much time, that's all we can do, but lots of times we'll rip off a quick one to settle our nerves before we launch into one of our marathon sessions. Sort of sets the mood, if you can dig it.
"After we came, we just laid there and talked, running our hands casually over each other's bodies for a short time, me twirling some of Freddie's sticky jizz around my finger. Come is so much fun to play with, lots better than silly putty.
"It was about then that Freddie pulled the surprise on me. Well... no-it wasn't right off. First he sort of prepared me psychologically, running his face down my belly like he did before he'd eaten my snatch out the last time we were together. Only instead of stopping at my snatch, he just brushed past the folds, after giving them a quick once over that started me churning again. He had me spread my legs far apart, and I arched up on my back to help ease his operation.
"His tongue licked its way past the bottom of my groove and on back to my asshole, where his lips puckered around the tiny hole. Then he began sucking and licking at it. It really felt weird at first. I don't think I'd ever heard of such a thing as somebody reaming out an asshole with is mouth, much less feel it. And the way Freddie's tongue went to work down there, I could tell he'd had experience at it from before. It gave me kind of a wild psychological thrill, in addition to the tactile sensations. I mean, a guy really had to go for you to stick his tongue up your asshole. At least that's the way I felt about it.
"It was no time at all before I started to respond to this strange new kick, my ass going into involuntary spasms, sort of sputtering in response to the tongue that had fought its way past the ring and was forcing moisture into the dry, hot passageway.
"He worked me that way for several minutes, pulling roughly at my pubes with his hands to add to the excitement racing through my loins. But before I could get too far gone, Fred withdrew his tongue from my anus, leaving it with an empty, unfulfilled feeling. I know it may seem strange talking about an asshole having feelings like that, but you should try it and see. The whole thing seemed sort of screwy to me too, except I was so busy feeling groovy I didn't have much time for contemplating the subject.
"It was about that time that I sort of craned my neck around to see what was coming off ... like c'mon Freddie Boy, let's get with it. I was feeling too horny for him not to be doing something about it right then and there. And it was wow!-a real freakout-what he was into. From out of nowhere (actually from his bedside table) he'd pulled a big old candy bar, which he was unwrapping. A Tootsie Roll-not one of those little numbers they have now, but one of those big round honkers you hardly ever see these days. I met Freddie's eyes as he greedily unwrapped that big round yummy, and I could see he was as anxious as I was. Only I wasn't exactly sure it was the same thing he was excited about. Could my lover boy be some kind of freak or something? I mean, did working up a girl's rectum make him hungry for a candy bar? It all seemed pretty weird to me.
"When he finished unwrappng that Tootsie Roll, he tossed the wrapper aside and reached over to the table and dipped the candy into a bottle of olive oil-seemed like sort of a strange combination, almost as bad as a peanut butter and ketchup sandwich. He told me later that at least olive oil was edible-he'd tried KY Jelly and vaseline and found it to be undesirable.
"I felt a little better about the whole scene when I saw that Freddie was positioning the candy bar behind my ass and beginning to shove it in, a big shit-eating grin on his face; I felt a lot better when I felt it stuffing new goodness up my yingus.
"Oh, tootsie-wootsie-did that candymeat feel good! I'd never heard of such a kookie thing -much less felt it. But I soon knew that, however strange, it was something I'd be doing the rest of my life.
"Freddie was moving the candy bar in and out of my ass in a fucking motion, the oil mingling with the spit from his rim-job, causing each stroke to be more smooth, better lubricated. I hunched back against his pumping hand, sighing with the delightful, searing sensation of his sucral ministrations.
"I don't know how long he kept this up-but however long it was, it was enough to have me right back to the brink of letting the gates fly open. But I tightened my jaws and tried my best to hold on, knowing the longer I held out, the bigger my come would be.
"It almost felt like I had to take a shit-my guts were really churning to let out a flood from both holes. You know how sometimes, when you really have to take a shit, and when you finally do, how great it feels ... almost like a big orgasm? Well, that's sort of the way I was getting to feel. And when you do finally come, it's like getting rid of two loads instead of one. Sometimes, when I'm really worked up, I actually shit ... just a little sort of runny goop, if you can dig what I mean. It may sound terrible, but once you've had it happen to you, you can hardly wait 'til the next time.
"Ever so slowly, he began to slow down the pace, until he had me right on the edge ... then he stopped, leaving that Tootsie Roll stuffed up my rear, about the last half inch or so exposed between my shivering cheeks. Then he moved his face down to my fat butt, twin steams of hot air parting my pube jungles with every breath, and took the tip of the candy between his teeth.
"Moving his hairy hand between my thighs and probing around my gash until it captured my clit, he began to massage my front parts while he slo-owly withdrew the candy-stopper from my asshole. He did it with agonizing precision, tugging it out just a fraction of an inch at a time, then waiting for the tremendous adjustments that took place inside me, more gases building like a vacuum inside me with each pull, threatening to explode before he would finally, after what seemed like ages, pull the candy out just a fraction more, causing even more violent reactions to take place in my colon.
"All that time, he was really rubbing the fuck out of my clit, pinching it sharply between his fingers every so often, for added emphasis. My pussy juices were slooshing around, as near, to overflowing the dam as the gases were to exploding inside my rectum. It must've been tough for Fred to concentrate on his strange lunch, what with the way I was bumping around all over the bed, at once desiring to free myself from this maddening pleasure that was almost becoming too much for even my strong senses; at the other, trying to grind down on the candy bar and grasp it up my ass, attempting to suck his hand into the depths of my gash.
"Finally, the last of the candy bar popped out of my ass, a loud rectal belch reverberating off of Freddie's nose. Normally, I would have been mortified at such an action, but under the circumstances the sound of my own fart added to the enjoyment of the occasion. Freddie too enjoyed the situation, for I could hear him sucking in great lungfuls of the polluted jets of air, pressing his face close to my hot cheeks, his lips still smacking away the last remains of the specially prepared dessert. Although I didn't know it at the time, Freddie Boy told me later that a few watery fluids had come dribbling from my hole about then. That explained why he then buried his tongue up my ass and reamed it out quickly, his hand capturing my clit between thumb and forefinger and pinching sharply as he did this operation.
"That really did it. I came hard, and this little tootsie practically rolled off the bed. I got all dizzy and lightheaded--that's the first time I really could see sparks going off when I came. This was really it as far as I was concerned.
"After I came back to my senses, Freddie grew tired of the toilet-slave routine and decided to take care of his own business. Now don't get me wrong-I don't think him in any way to be one of those prissy, sissified slaves ... like he did this just as a special thing-trying to get me interested in the ass action. A treat. We do lots of offbeat things from time to time for a little extra gas ... to add to our regular patterns of lovemaking, if you can dig it. But we don't get hung up in the scenes ... we dig variety.
"Just to prove what I just said, you should've seen the way my Freddie took charge then. Man, he had me on my knees and elbows, all hunkered over on that bed, making another assault on my battered a-hole, gripping me firmly by the waist. Another new number to me. At first the size of his honker hurt, breaking through the semi-anesthesia of my aftercome. But once my tender tissues had parted to adjust to the broad spade of his head and the lubrication that escaped from its tip had begun to work into the walls, I found myself responding to the growing glow of pleasure-pain that its action brought to my churning insides.
"I was bucking back as hard as I could, practically delirious with the joy of having experienced so many initial forms of sexplay in one night. When it comes to the old asshole, there's nothing about my Freddie Boy that's got anything to do with a semicolon-that's the polite way to say 'half-assed.' He goes for it whole-hog. And was he ever hogging it to my hole about then.
"It's difficult to explain the difference in the anal orgasm to those who haven't experienced it ... I'm not even sure if that's where the action occurs. Like it just triggers the response, same way clit stimulation triggers a come. But there's this sort of dull ache that just builds and builds until you're in a much more frantic state of mind from the balling ... much abler to leap tall buildings with a single bound, and all that crap. Just much better. Of course, I realize that there's a lot of mental things that go along with it, and you have to be a person who is open enough to accept the nature of the consequences. Somehow the whole sex act seems even more polarized-the male more dominant than in the usual manner; the female more passive.
"Whatever-all I can say is that I came even harder than before, that time, and that it's been the best way for me ever since, even though I've tried lots of other new scenes since then. All I can say is-I'm lucky as hell to have a guy like Freddie who understands a woman's true needs, and what's more ... can do something about them. He does it so good that we're getting married next month ... and I just hope that he continues to be a pain in the ass to me happily ever after, as the saying goes.