Chapter 4
Schoolgirls ... And Lesbians
That the multiple sex idea is an offshoot of the sexual revolution may be partly true, but in certain institutions, the gang bang is "old hat." The account of Pat W. tells of one such institution which is often overlooked because it is cloaked in ivy-covered secrecy and in the respectability of wealth and prestige. This is the gang bang sex that takes place in most, if not all, girls' schools.
"I guess my mother knew what sort of 'higher education' I'd get at school," began Pat. "After all, she spent four sexy, glorious years there herself. But a lot of new things have been added now, and the old gal would be surprised if she were to go back.
"Not that it was all that new to me. I'd put in several years at a fashionable school in Virginia, where I'd learned all the ground rules of the sex games they play in school. I had my first screw when I was twelve, but I'd had a lot of 'lip service' from the gals and teachers, long before that. Know what 'lip service' is? That's what we used to call cunnilingus-or, in plain language, going down on a woman.
"But I'm not a lesbian. I had enough of that when I was caged up with nothing but girls. I like men. In fact, the more the merrier, with both sexes.
"I guess it started back in that school, although I'd had kids fool around with me since I was about ten, and my breasts were beginning to show. Maybe that's why people go for this sex orgy bit; they have sex too young and have too much of it. They get bored with one man or one woman, or with just one or two positions. I know that I couldn't go back to live like I did with my first husband, Dick. What a creep he was sexually! For him, a daring idea was to ask me to kneel on my hands and knees while he did it 'dog fashion.' Then he'd mope around for days afterwards, feeling guilty as hell. I don't know what I ever saw in him, but I sure couldn't take that life again.
"To get back to the school-I was entered there when I was almost eleven. It was sort of like a junior high, in subjects covered, but it was for girls only-and for rich girls only, needless to add.
"You shared a room there with three other girls, and I sure got myself a group. The first few nights were spent in sex education, and the kind you don't read about in the sex manuals, either. They broke my cherry the first night-and I mean that literally. Up until then, the only actual sex I'd had was masturbating, but I grew up fast at that school. The other three girls had all been together for two years, and they were older-fourteen and fifteen.
"They planned a surprise party for me, I guess, because when I came out of the shower that night, there were two of them, stark naked on the bed, kissing each other's breasts and playing with each other's pussy with their fingers. It was supposed to shock me, but it didn't, really. Actually, I was fascinated, as most young girls are, by the size and beauty of the breasts of older girls. I had pretty nice breasts, but not too much pubic hair, and as I stood there drying my hair, I guess my pussy looked pretty wide-open and fresh to those expert sexpots. But I wanted to act cool, so I just went on drying my hair, watching them as they got hotter and hotter.
"Then Thelma, the unoccupied one, came over and took the towel from me. She pulled me down on her lap and pulled my head back on her breasts, while she dried my hair. With my naked butt close to her snatch, and her naked flesh lined up with mine in so many places, and all the while watching the other two on the bed, it was easy for me to get hot.
"The pair on the bed were doing something that puzzled me-at that time, anyhow. They were lying face to face, with their breasts and pubic areas touching, and while they engaged in deep tonguing kisses, they kept rubbing together-faster and harder as they got hotter and hotter. I found out later that some girls can actually come that way, but I never could. My clitoris doesn't stick out that much, or something. But they didn't try for a climax that way. When they were all hot and wet, Doris began kissing Sheila's breasts, while she manipulated her clitoris with her fingers. Just as I thought that Sheila was going to have an orgasm, Doris moved down and spread the lips of Sheila's pussy, and she began to lick it and play with her breast with one hand while with the other she was massaging her ass.
"I got so carried away watching what they were doing that I hardly noticed that Thelma's hand was on my breast. The towel was forgotten, and with one hand she was rubbing the lips of my pussy, and every once in a while, she would run her finger in and contact my clitoris. She was sticking her tongue into my ear, and finally I couldn't stand it any longer. I half-turned, and shoved my hand down to her pussy. It was all wet and juicy, and I ran my finger inside and found that little knob and worked on it. Meantime, I turned my lips to hers and opened my mouth, and she put her tongue inside my mouth, sucking and working it around. All the time she was massaging my nipple and working like crazy on that 'man in the boat,' and the first thing I knew, she eased me down on the floor and spread my legs and began using her tongue and her fingers on my pussy. She would massage the clitoris with her tongue, while she shoved her fingers deeper inside me, until she hit another sensitive spot. I spread my legs and wrapped them around her shoulders, so my cunt opened wider to her kisses and her fingers. Then I came! It was like a shower of skyrockets had burst inside me-nothing like what had happened when I used to do it to myself. And all I wanted was for her to do it again and again-and let me go down and taste the sweetness of her pussy, and make her as ecstatically happy as she was making me.
"Thelma kept on licking and fingering, until I was wild with passion again. Then she did a reverse twist and ended up squatting over my face. I'll never forget that first time I looked up into that red, wet inviting box. I swear, I could almost see it throb with desire for my tongue. I grabbed Thelma and pulled her down on my mouth, spreading the lips of her pussy with my fingers-sticking my tongue in and then my finger-trying so hard to find the joyful ways to make her come, that she had found inside me.
"Meantime, the other two stopped and were watching. When I had made Thelma come, Sheila came over and laughed down at me. 'You're going to be all right, baby,' she laughed, 'how about me next?'
"I don't think I slept a wink that first night. I made each of them come again, and each of them worked on me until I came. We didn't try any daisy chain stuff that night, but we talked about it, and I was so wound up with excitement and anticipation-would you believe-I actually had to masturbate before I went to sleep!
"I was sore the next morning, but I was as happy as a lark. I had found a place where people liked me and wanted and needed me, and where I felt I belonged.
"I was wrong, of course. They were all real lesbians. Later, I discovered that men are much more fun than women, in most ways. Oh, I still go to bed with a woman occasionally, but I much prefer men. The only way I really enjoy sex with a woman, these days, is when it's a real swinging party, with both men and women in the game. And, I will admit, when it comes to having your pussy sucked real good, a woman will always be able to do a better job than a man. Maybe it's because she knows all the tiny little spots to hit, that gives that added something to a suck job, because she's built that way herself.
"But I didn't discover how it was with boys until two years later. And when I did, I got out of the clique of lesbians. It happened there at the school. We had some male workers there-the gardener and the maintenance men, all that. And we had three janitors.
"This one man was crippled. He had a real bad leg, so about three nights a week, and always on Saturday, his son would come along to help him. The son was about nineteen and he was in college.
He was a real hunk of man, and all the girls in school who weren't lesbians were dying to get a crack at him. I outsmarted them all-I played up to his father. Not sexually, but I got the old boy feeling sorry for me. I told him wild stories about me being an orphan, all that jazz, and he fell for it. He told his son what a nice, lonely little girl he'd begun talking to, and the next thing, the son was being nice to me.
"He was really a nice kid. I shouldn't have been like I was with him, I guess. Anyhow, he told me he was a psychology major and wanted to become a sociologist when he graduated. I told him that I was afraid of the girls I roomed with, because they used to make sexy passes at me, and even offered outright to 'go down on me.' I guess it shocked him at first, but it did what I wanted it to do-it got him all hot for me. The more I talked about the lesbians, the hotter he got, until one night, I met him in the teachers' lounge. He had the key, of course, and he let me in.
"I no sooner got inside than he was all over me, kissing me and feeling my breasts and my ass cheeks. He rubbed hard against me, and I could feel his stiff, wonderful rod through his pants. He kept kissing me and moaning, and finally I reached down and unzipped his pants and took it out. When I began to stroke it and handle it, I thought he'd go crazy. He almost tore my panties off, he was so hot and eager. When he shoved it into me, I was wet and ready, but it hurt a little. After he pushed a few hard strokes, I felt his warm, sticky come inside me. I begged him not to stop, and kissed him as hotly as I could, and he kept a good hard on, and kept on pumping, only this time he was slower and more concerned with me and what I needed.
"He must have taken five minutes, that first time he made me come, and when he did, I yelled in delight. I really did. He had to smother my hollering with his mouth on mine. Then he began to kiss my breasts and stomach, working down and down, all the time, until I grabbed his hair with both my hands and pushed his mouth down on my hot, demanding little box! When he made me come that way, it wasn't quite as good as with the girls, but he more than made up for it when he mounted me again-this time from the back. He shoved it in so deep in that position that I thought it would hit my tonsils on the way through me, and I came like I didn't dream was possible.
"I didn't know much about it, but I guess it came naturally because I just took his rigid staff in my hand and began to lick and suck it, taking it deeper into my mouth with each stroke. When he shot a stream into my mouth, his cock was so deep inside that I had to swallow it. I got a kick out of it. I drained him dry and left him moaning with pleasure.
"I thought I'd be a big heroine when I told the girls about my conquest, but they acted disgusted with me. For weeks they wouldn't let me into the bed games at all. I couldn't understand it, because Sheila had often had Thelma use a dildo on her, and she seemed to like to come that way. I finally told them to go to hell, and I started with Tony, three or four nights a week. He used to love to hear me tell about the lesbian bit, and one night, mostly to get even with them, and partly because I wanted Tony to see it, I sneaked him into our room. I hid him while the rest were having supper, because I knew they were going to start something right after. I could always tell when Shelia was horny, and in a way, she was the leader of our room-she was the oldest, and also, a little on the tough, mannish side.
"I had a six-foot cardboard wardrobe closet in the corner by my bed and I hid Tony there. Sure enough, along about seven, Sheila took a shower and gave Thelma and Doris the eye, and they stripped and washed all over while she was showering.
"You know, that's something that's important to a lesbian-being clean and not smelly inside. They put on a real three-way show that night-to spite me, you know-and Tony almost blew his cork, cooped up in that tiny closet. I suppose he had a hard on; and he may have even taken a few whacks at his cock-I don't know. Anyhow, I waited until all three of them had formed a cute little daisy chain, then I opened the door and told Tony to come out.
"He was so damned confused he could only head for the door. And that damned Sheila-she beat the living hell out of me for that. Next day, I had to appear before the dean, charged with trying to sneak a boy into my room! Naturally, I wasn't going to blow the whistle on the whole scene-I was having too much fun. I talked my way out of it, and they transferred me to another room-and this time, I ended up with two dames that were as straight as stuffed shirts, but they knew how to sneak out for dates with boys, and I just got into that act.
"I fit in with the sexy ones all right, and until I left that school, I had sex with both boys and girls all the time. Then, when I went to my mother's alma mater, I was really one of the leaders, even though I was a freshman. I'd say the school was almost fifty percent lesbians and the other half both ways-the bisexual bit.
"I admit, I was a little surprised the first day. The dean of women called me into her office after I'd checked in. She had some records in front of her, and she was a cold-faced, mannish-looking dame, but with a good shape.
" 'Patricia,' she said without ceremony, 'it seems that you engaged in sex affairs at your last school-with both males and females. True?'
"I told her it was none of her business, and she surprised me by smiling warmly and coming over to where I was seated. She took my hand and said, 'Yes, I'm afraid it is, my dear. When a girl comes here, who has known the sweet and sensible love that a woman can give to another woman, I try to-shall we say, look out for her. Do you know what I mean?'
"I knew what she meant, all right, and although she wasn't any young chick, I thought it wouldn't do any harm to have a good friend in one of the top positions at the school, so I went along. I just stood up, slid her hand to my breast and I hugged her close, rubbing my knob up against her while I stuck my tongue in her mouth. I guess she wasn't used to anyone being that brassy, and she was a pushover. I had my hands up under her dress and was rubbing her pussy with my fingers before she knew it, and she began to get wet and hot in a minute.
"Then I pushed her away and laughed. 'I think you and I will get along fine,' I told her. She straightened her dress and went back to her desk, smiling like a bird who has just feathered its nest.
" 'All right, dear,' she cooed, checking some lists, 'tell me where you'd like to room. Would you prefer to be in with some of the, ah-more experienced girls, or would you like to-shall we say-do a little recruiting?'
"I had learned to be pretty aggressive in the sex game, and I chose to be put in a room with some 'straight' virgins-at least they weren't broken in as lesbians yet. As I left, the dean gave me her big smile and said, 'If you need anything, Pat, please call on me.'
"As it turned out, she saved my ass many times, and she was pretty good in the hay, too. I didn't make out with the chicks I roomed with for the first three weeks, and I got pretty hot a couple of times, so I paid a couple of visits to my friend at the top. The faculty lived in one large building, and after the first time the dean and I had sex, she asked me if I'd mind two or three other teachers at the next session. By then, I'd really begun to miss the sex orgies, and I welcomed the idea. From there on, about once a week, she and I and three other teachers used to have sex parties. Naturally, I never had to worry about my marks, and I also had a lot of free time away from school. The dean had wised me up to major in sociology, and anytime I wanted to be away, it was marked down as a 'field project' in sociology.
"I had a ball. One of the girls that was in my room was a cute redhead, sweet, dumb, beautiful. She was ripe for some sex. She'd come from a real religious family and had honestly not had any sex at all-and she was eighteen! I almost masturbated, just watching her undress at night. Marge was legitimately majoring in sociology, and I seduced her the first time we made a 'field trip.' I invited her along to spend a night in the city with me.
"In the city we went to a restaurant and had a few cocktails and a nice dinner. Then we went to our hotel room and watched TV. I finally undressed and told Marge I was going to take a shower and hit the hay. But I stood in front of the mirror naked, and felt my breasts and ass. I could see her getting fidgety, glancing at me sideways, and I asked her if she thought I had nice breasts, and if my body was attractive.
"She blushed a little when she told me that she thought I had beautiful breasts and a body that could belong to a professional model.
"I told her to go ahead and shower, while I fooled with my hair, and she seemed really eager to get out of her clothes and stand near me naked. I was almost drooling, watching her. She felt her breasts and half-turned, looking over her shoulder at her pretty, round little ass.
" "Talk about beautiful bodies,' I said, moving close to her and putting my hand on the curve of her ass, 'you've got one of the loveliest shapes I've ever seen.' I could feel her respond to my touch, and when I put my hand on her breast, lightly moving my palm over her pink nipple, she gasped and almost jumped into my arms. She began to kiss my neck and my mouth, and I put my arms around her and ran my hands over her fanny, tickling her ass-hole a little, and rubbing my cunt against hers.
"We went to bed, and she was so excited that, when I put my fingers on her pussy, she was all juicy and hot-panting for me to take her. And here I was supposed to be the one that was doing the leading!
"She was a sweet one. She would shudder with pleasure every time I kissed any part of her body. When I kissed and sucked her nipples, she grabbed my head and kissed my hair, letting me know with every part of her body that she wanted me to suck her cute, virgin pussy! I gave her the gentle tease, working my mouth and hands tenderly, until she was begging me to finish her off.
"When I finally spread the lips of her pussy and gently began to tickle the clitoris and the lips, I almost came in my own hand. I was masturbating a little, although I didn't really need it. This was my first virgin, remember, and it was all that everyone had told me it would be. She went wild when I put one finger inside her, deep, while I used my tongue to work on her love bump. She grabbed me by the hair and really hurt, but I didn't mind it. By the time she was through with her second orgasm, she was wild to get at me. She was rough and a little off-target, but she more than made up for it in willingness when she spread my legs and went into me with tongue and fingers. After I came, we tried it together-you know, the sixty-nine bit-and she was wonderful. She took her lead from my moves, and when I came at the same time she did, it was one of the best I'd ever had.
"She cried afterwards, and kept moaning about what a 'sinner' she was, and what 'perverted' ideas of the devil she had succumbed to. But she couldn't deny that she had enjoyed it, and before morning, we'd had each other twice more, and she was really hooked. Feel bad? Not me. After all, why should anyone feel bad or guilty for steering another person on to a good thing-and, for a lot of women, lesbian sex is the best they'll ever know.
"I don't know what happened to her after she left school, but while she was there, she was one of the hottest lays in the place. She was popular with the lesbians, and she was also liked by the straight bunch, because she was really serious about this psychology and sociology stuff, and she had brains and compassion. I'll bet that if she did become a social worker, she was a hell of a good one.
"Anyway, by that time I really had a liking for grab-bag sex-you know, the mob scene. When I became an advertising executive, I never had any problems getting all the offers of sex that I wanted, from both guys and gals. Frankly, I was bored making it with just one guy or one gal at a time.
"It was easy for me to hire lesbians, and it was just as easy to hire some hot cocksmen. The second they raised their eyebrows at finding a sexy, young chick in charge of the art and layout department, I knew they were available. I put together some great sex sessions just from the personnel at my advertising agency.
"I'm firmly convinced that all of the so-called 'swingers' are really bisexuals. I found a few straight lesbians, so maybe I should change it and say that all the male swingers I've known are two-way sexpots. Maybe it's a feature of the advertising business, I don't know, but almost all the guys I worked with or for, went for men as well as women.
"Men-they are all either pussy-whipped or money-whipped. They would do anything for a piece of ass or for a buck; and yet, they call women the prostitutes! Men would suck a cock or a pussy or a dirty ass-hole-if it would get them a good 'come' or a couple of bucks! I guess, in a way, I respect whores and lesbians the most, because at least you know where they both stand. One sells it to men for money ;the other wouldn't spit sells it to men for money; the other wouldn't spit most of the time. Frankly, I love everything about sex. I love 'em all: cocks, ass-holes, pussies, titties, balls and the whole bit. Put 'em all together and that's how I like it best!"
Although a successful executive, Pat was close to-if not already-an alcoholic. She was constantly drunk during the interviews, and personal friends of hers verified that she was an around-the-clock drinker, as well as a woman who was ready to hit the hay at the drop of a hat.
We presented Pat's case to a prominent sexologist and his opinion was that, despite Pat's love of sex orgies and her promiscuity with both sexes, she is a classic man-hater, and furthermore, an extreme bisexual nymphomaniac! She is obviously never satisfied with sex, from whatever source, and she probably will never be. She can only imagine herself in the driver's seat-and, like millions of women, has never learned to truly give of herself. She cares little for the gratification of her sex partner, yet she herself cannot find fulfillment in the sex act. Pat, as well as many thousands of others, has never learned to participate in sex-she has no involvement other than that of personal, physical satisfaction.
The prognosis for her is not a sexually healthful one. She has one hope: to meet and fall in love with a man who loves her. But-she must so love him that he will come first in all things. He must assuredly come first in sex gratification. It is a foregone conclusion that only if she puts his sex interest first, will he be able to bring her to complete gratification. If he is able to do this, then Pat may become a full, self-satisfied woman who could provide a wonderful life for the right man.