Foreword
"I taunted, 'And don't forget fucking and sucking, dad. That can get you kind of high, too. And you ought to know!'
"When I said that, he began to slap me with both hands, left and right, right and left, until I finally fell down on the couch. He seemed to go wild. He ripped off my panties and my skirt, then my blouse, leaving me there naked. He took off his own clothes, then stood there, his cock already getting hard, and screamed, 'I'll show you what fucking is, you bitch. I'll give you more fucking than you can handle!'
"Still mouthing obscenities, he spread my legs and began to eat my pussy, and I mean eat. He was using his teeth and his fingernails, almost as if he wanted to tear my clitoris out of my cunt, but it turned me on like I'd never been turned on before, and I began to writhe and moan for more. The more I groaned, the angrier he got, and I was sure he was bringing blood to my cunt with his brutal biting and scratching, but it was making me wild with desire to come.
"I'd had a pretty good dose of heroin, and it hadn't even begun to wear off, and I began to mumble, 'Fuck me, please fuck me."
"That drove him wild, and he stopped sucking my pussy and got on his knees and looked down at me. I must have been a mess, because I just tried to grin up at him and said, 'Fuck me good. I need it. I want it."
"He lowered his body on mine and began to insert the head of his prick into my cunt; but all at once he began to curse and say, 'I can't fuck my own daughter, I can't."
"I coaxed, 'Please, please put it in,' but he just rolled me over so I was lying on my face, and then he moved in and lowered his body and I felt him start to shove it up my asshole! In all the sex parties I had been to, I had never had that happen-at least, if it had, I must have been passed out, and it hurt like hell. If I hadn't been so damned high, I'd have probably screamed, but after a minute, as it began to go in and out more smoothly, it didn't hurt bad, and I just lay there and let him go ahead. He was cursing me and himself all the time he was shoving it in and out of my asshole, and toward the end he stopped and began to make sobbing sounds. When he shot his load up my ass, he just collapsed on me and began to kiss my shoulders and the back of my neck and mumble, 'Please forgive me, Tammi-please. I love you, please, please, forgive me."
"It seemed strange, me ending up comforting him, but that's what I did. He took his cock out of my asshole and I turned over and held his head in my arms, like he was a little boy, and I told him over and over that it was all right-that he hadn't hurt me.
"I still felt giddy from the H, but it was wearing off. I was still hot for some fucking, and I didn't know how to tell him, or turn him on, he was so forlorn and guilt-ridden. So, I just went down on him! I began to play with his cock, and as it started to get stiff, I went down on him, sucking it deep into my mouth and teasing it with my tongue and teeth. He was flabbergasted, but he was helpless to stop me, it felt so good. Finally, when I knew he was about to come, I stopped and told him I wanted to be fucked. This time, he just climbed on top of me and put his cock inside my pussy and began to pump away. He was hitting all the spots inside me that really turned me loose, and all I could think of was to ask him if I was as good as the women he did it with at his swap parties. I don't know why I asked him that.
"I guess he was still half dazed, because he kept saying, over and over, 'You're the best in the world, my little baby-the best in the world."
"It made me feel good to hear him say that, and to have him inside me. I really let go, wiggling my hips and ass, rising up to allow him to go in to the hilt of his cock, and I came twice before he had his orgasm, and then we lay there, half sobbing, half laughing. We didn't say anything. It was as if we were both trying to sober up after a big binge. Finally, he said softly, 'You'd better take care of yourself, Tammi. You know what I mean."
"I told him not to worry, that I was on the pill, and it didn't even seem to surprise him. He got up and went to the bathroom, taking his pajamas with him, and I went to my room and took a shower in my own bath, to try to shake the effects of the pot and the H, as well as the good fucking that I'd just had.
"My asshole was a little sore, but not bad, and, looking back, I felt that it hadn't been too bad that way at all. It gave me a sort of special feeling, that I had been able to make him want me that badly, and when I fell asleep, I felt more friendly toward him than I had in a long, longtime."
The subject of anal intercourse has been taboo for generations in the United States. In the new sexual freedom, however, which is highlighted by an eagerness to discuss frankly all aspects of sexual relations, analism has been given an airing that will surprise many persons who believe that this sex act is practiced only by perverted sadists or way-out seekers after unique sex thrills.
That analism is widely practiced not only among the new generation who holds with no restrictions, but the older marrieds who have indulged in it secretly for years, is now obvious.
In this book, we are concerned with case histories that will prove fairly conclusively that analism, like many other sex deviations, has its roots in the family structure-namely, in incestuous relationships.
The primary "recommendation" of anal intercourse is the fact that sexual gratification can be obtained by the male, while there is no possibility of pregnancy in the female. That this should be additionally important in the case of incest, is obvious.
As we shall see, this is not the only "attractiveness" of anal intercourse, for medical men are quick to point out that, while the female vagina stretches quickly with constant intercourse, the anus remains fairly tight, providing a sensation of complete friction applied to every tiny area of the penis.
It is also an alluring diversion from the norm, for even though there is little sexual gratification for the female who engages in analism, the emotional satisfaction that most women receive from providing an added sexual thrill for a lover, more than compensates for her own lack of satisfaction.
Finally, there is an outlet for the male in this form of intercourse that is still a subject of controversy among many medical "men and psychiatrists, yet which, according to the males who indulge in this form of sex, with both males and females, holds no mysteries. It is an outlet for the latent homosexuality that resides in all males, and in many cases, the women who submit to analism-or even suggest and encourage it-frankly admit that they, too, feel that this venting of the homosexual is beneficial, just as the performance of cunnilingus upon the female by the male serves to give aeration to the lesbian urge that is inherent in all women.
But it is not the intent of this work to moralize, or to make a point. The purpose is simply to provide the communication channels necessary, so that the reader might digest all the information that can be given, and from it draw his own conclusions.
One point should be stressed: from the hundreds of case histories available, from which this group was chosen, it is obvious that anal intercourse is a common practice in sex relations, and more, it shall continue to be so, as long as the wide variety of motivations for it exist.
Jack Benjamin North Hollywood, California, 1971