“Got a date tonight?” Helen asked me as we walked out to the parking lot after another day in the secretarial pool.
“Yeah, I’m going bowling with Harry,” I told her.
“Harry? That creep? Jeez, what a washout he was when he took me out!”
“Oh, you’ve been out with him, huh? What was he like?”
“He’s all right, I guess, except that he’s not much good for anything except bowling and dancing,” Helen said. “When it comes to loving, he just can’t get up to the mark. Of course, with you he might be different, but that’s the way I found him.”
“What was the problem?” I asked.
“Helen’s one of my best friends and usually we just let it hang out all the way together; we don’t hold anything back. I’ve found that’s the best way to be when it’s just girls together, especially when the subject is guys. You can find out a lot that you need to know from other girls, and sometimes they can save you a lot of grief. Helen’s a big, busty blonde and she really gives all the guys a workout. I guess she’s’ dated just about every one of the, salesmen that work through our pool and some of the big shot executives too. She’s modern enough to know that they aren’t taking her out because of her fine mind or anything like that and I think she sort of enjoys getting a lot of attention from guys-especially the kind of attention that ends up with her getting in bed with them! “He’s just a shrimp,” she told me. “I mean, like hardly anything at all!”
“You mean between his legs?” I asked.
“Where else? Oh, he’s hip enough,” she said. “You know, about going down on a girl and all that, but he just doesn’t have the site I like in a guy.” ‘Hey, you know something?” I said, looking at her with surprise. “I never thought about that. It really makes a difference, doesn’t it? I mean, how big a guy is down there?” ‘Honey, it makes all the difference in the world,” she said, giving me that woman-to-woman look that told me she was really leveling with me. “A little guy, he’s all right, I guess, till you’ve had a real man in that little hole.
Then you really start to see what it’s all about!”
“Now you might think I’m putting you on, but when Helen and I had that little talk I really didn’t know it made that much 6f a difference. Of course, up until that time I hadn’t really had much experience with any guy that was very big down there. I was nineteen -then, fresh out of business school and I’ll admit that I had a lot to learn about things. I sure wasn’t any virgin. I’d let a guy stick it to me when I was sixteen, and since that time I’d gotten serious with seven or eight guys, I suppose. But it didn’t last long with any of them.
I knew now that they didn’t get really worked up about me because I didn’t know how to do it; and I never got much fun out of it.
“The evening with Harry turned out to be one of the most educational events of my entire life. Not because Harry showed me anything. He was just about the way. Helen said he was. But that was the first time that I ever really paid much attention to a guy, or to what I was doing with him. Later that night, after we’d left Harry’s place and he’d dropped me off at my efficiency, I started thinking about what all we’d done and I realized that Helen was right: he didn’t have much between his legs! I didn’t get out a tape and measure him or anything like that but when I was jacking him off, trying to get him bard enough for fucking, I took a good close look at what I bad in my band. I tiled to guess about how much of it was sticking out of my palm and later, when I was back at my’ place, I did a little measuring.
“The way I figured it, Harry had about five and a’ half or maybe six inches of prick. Now I knew damned well, from listening to girls at the office, that this wasn’t a whole lot. I didn’t know what was big, though, and I put it to Helen the first chance I got.
“How big is big?” I asked her. "I mean, when you’re talking about a guy’s cock?
How big do they get?”
“Ah, you noticed what I was talking about!” she said triumphantly, ‘a big smile on her face.
“Helen told me a lot about guys and how they can differ so much. Like, maybe one guy won’t be very long but he’ll have a real thick one and then another guy might be really long, maybe eight or nine inches, but he wouldn’t be any bigger around than Harry’s is.
“The real studs, though, are the ones that have it both long and thick,” she told me, and you could tell from the look in her eyes that she really liked that kind the best. “A guy like that, you can really tell it when ho starts putting the meat to you!”
“Doesn’t it hurt, having a guy that big?” I asked. “I mean, that would be almost twice as long as Harry’s prick and.a ‘lot bigger around. What would happen if he drew back and really shoved it all in you at once?”
“Geraldine, honey, it’s just the greatest feeling in the world,” she told me.
“Oh, it might hurt a. little, especially if he puts it in you a little too soon, before you’re really warmed up and ready to take it, but believe me, it’s the kind of hurt a girl can ‘really learn to love!”
“I was just aching to ask her which one of the guys at the office’ had the biggest prick; but I was ashamed to let her’ know how much I wanted to try it out. I just said something about like you’d expect me to say. “I’ll have Jo think about it,” or something dippy like that-and started talking about something else.
“Besides, I didn’t want to mention it but I had a pretty good idea of where I could find ‘a guy that just might fit the requirements. See, I happen to live in a kind of ratty neighborhood and there’s this one guy who hangs around there that drives this great, huge motorcycle. He’s not a real Hell’s Angel, or anything bad like that, I don’t think, but he’s a little flashier than most of the guys I know.
“He’d let me know several times that he was interested, and when I got to thinking about it, it seemed that I could remember seeing a really big lump in the front of his jeans. You know, about where his prick would be. And that got me started to thinking that he might have a really big one. I won’t say that I went right out with the idea of making it with this guy but on the other hand, I did keep my eyes open! “Sure enough, it wasn’t long before I ran into this guy and he was just as brassy as ever. He was lounging against his cycle when I walked by. He made some kind of wisecrack and instead of ignoring him, like I usually did, I stopped and answered him. Well, one thing led to another and the way it came out was, I agreed to go riding with him the next day which was Saturday.
“Saturday rolled around and I went out to the filling station where he’d asked me to meet him. I was wearing a pair of jeans. When he came roaring up, I hopped on the back and off we went. Man that was really ‘something; straddling that big machine and feeling it roar and hum between my legs! That was sort of sexy itself; just having my box sitting so close to that great big engine. He went fast- as hell, of course, and I hung on for dear life. That only got me a little more turned on because by ‘grabbing on, I pushed my breasts into his back. And that always turns me on, rubbing my nipples into a guy. They’re pretty sensitive and almost anything touching them will usually get me into a raunchy mood.
“He drove up into the hills back of the neighborhood where we lived and then we turned off onto a little dirt road, getting way far back into the woods. I was pretty sure that he wasn’t taking ‘me up there to admire the scenery and, sure enough, he parked the bike after a while and started talking sex to me.
“We were off the bike and leaning against it. I deliberately shoved my boobies out, making them press against my shirt so they’d stand out better. And it had an effect on him. I looked down at the front of his jeans out of the corner of my eye, and wow! This guy looked like he’d rolled up the Sunday newspaper’ and shoved it.down his pants! It was just something else! As soon as I saw that great, huge thing bulging out the front of his jeans I knew I had to have it.
“AS it turned out, I would have gotten it whether I wanted it or not. This guy-his name was’ Jerry-was dead set on giving it, to me. And I guess it would have been a rape scene if I hadn’t been so willing to go ahead. I ran my hand down over that lump and he told me to open up his jeans and start playing with it. I did. And as soon as I had his pants down around his thighs I started wondering if maybe I hadn’t gotten more than I’d bargained for. Harry, you know, I could hold his rod in one hand and there would be an inch or 80 of stiff meat sticking out of either end. Jerry, though, I could grab’ him with both hands ‘and there was still some left over. It was the biggest one I’d ever seen! “What do you think about that?” he asked, as I rolled the skin back and forth over the head.
‘That thing was made for fucking, you know!”
“I know it,” I said, hardly able to believe I was seeing something real. “Gee, I never had one this big before! It’s liable to tear me in two!”
“Nah, it’ll just make you feel good,” he said. “I bet you got a lot of stretch in that cunt of yours!”
“Nobody had ever said anything like that to me before. I mean, they’d never just come right out and said words like ‘cunt’ to my ‘face. Usually I’d have been offended. But this time, it just made me a little hornier. I guess I just like being talked to that way. Jerry must have noticed because he really started laying it on the line.
“Yeah, I’m gonna have you pull them jeans off,” he said, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling my face back. “And then I’m gonna lay your ass down on them pine needles over there and shove this tool up your cunt. And you ‘know something? You’re gonna love it. You’re gonna get yourself fucked till your tongue hangs out!”
“Just hearing that seemed to make me twice as horny! I pulled away from him and started opening up the front of my shirt. He just stood there and watched while I pulled off mf shirt and bra. I started opening up my jeans. I hadn’t worn any panties and his eyes got this squinty, concentrated look when I unzipped the jeans and pulled them down enough for him to see that I was naked underneath.
“That’s what you’ve got waiting for you!” I said, standing up so he could see my bush and get a glimpse of the slit. “I’ll wrap my pussy around your cock and drain your balls!”
“Actually I was just’ saying that. Once I’d gotten a look at his sack I wasn’t sure if I could ever drain him. I mean, you could have dropped a couple of baseballs in that sack of his and it wouldn’t have been much bigger! I finished skinning out of my jeans and spread them out on the pine needles. Then I got down on them and spread my legs out real wide. I started messing around with the lips of my pussy, pinching them together and running a finger up into my cunt. That really got him. And he just took a dive, almost, landing right in the middle of me.
“Get that hand out of the way,” he snorted. “I can put it in myself!”
“All I wanted to do was just spread the lips out wide and make sure all the cunt hairs were out of’ the way. I had a guy ram it in me once and a hair got caught. Talk about something that hurt! Jerry wasn’t having any of that though.
He just piled on and started humping. The first jab or two missed and I thought sure he was going to drill me a new cunt, or maybe just do it outside me. But then he moved a little and it went right in between the lips. Man! Did I ever know that I’d been stabbed by a man! It felt like I was just being sliced open! “He rammed in a good -bit of his cock on that first shove. As much as I’d ever had inside me. I could really tell when he started working on the part where nobody had ever been before. It was like that part of my cunt was a lot tighter and he just pried it apart. He didn’t give a damn about what I was feeling, or whether I liked it or anything. He just wanted to get more of my cunt wrapped around that big thing. He kept on ramming it in further and further. Just digging as hard as he could and grunting like a man doing pushups. Finally, after he’d banged it in right to the bottom, he pulled it out and straightened up so he could lay it against my belly.
“Grab it!” he said. “Grab it with your hand and jack me off so I can see the come on your belly!”
“I was really shook up by that. But I guess I was so stunned by it all that I couldn’t take time to think. So, I did it. He was so big, so hard and of course be was real slick from all the juice in my cunt. So, I ‘just wrapped my fist around it and started working. The head of his cock was in the palm of my hand and when he started shooting his nuts off it squirted all over my band.’ He made me take my’ hand away and let it shoot out onto my tummy. It got all over me, even up onto my boobs. “And he seemed to like that a lot.
“He just hung there for a minute after his prick had stopped squirting. And then be told me to rub the head of his dick into a big puddle of cream over my navel. I was sort of getting to enjoy it by then and it was nice, dipping that big tip into the come and getting it all covered with the stuff.
“Now suck it!” he ordered, moving up so it ‘was closer to my face. “Lick that come off, bitch!”
“I was really scared by then. He had a mean – look on his face and I knew that if I didn’t do just what he said he’d beat hell out of me. He was just the sort that would do it too-real mean and angry. Anyway, the idea struck me as sort of sexy, and I went ahead and did it. The come didn’t taste so bad, especially since it was flavored with my cunt. And I really got a bang out of it, once I’d gotten over being so scared. The sight of his dick going in my mouth must have fired him up because in just a minute or two he started coming again. It wasn’t a big one, just a few little dribbles, but I could feel it pulsing against my tongue and then that thick, rich stuff started rolling out and I… well, I just loved it.
“I’ll never know why I didn’t say something to him about doing it in my ass, unless maybe it was because I was afraid that getting plunked with one that big might rupture the opening and really fix me up good. Maybe I was still too – hung up on it to be able to come right out and’ mention it to a fellow. But whatever the reason was, I didn’t say anything about it.
“You see, I’ve known for a long time that my asshole is – the most sensitive part of me. Oh, maybe not sensitive, but anyway the part that has the best feeling. I found that out, a long time ago. I think the first time I realized it was when I was about thirteen, when I was sitting on the john. I’d just found out about guys and what they do to girls. A friend’ at school had told me everything about it. And, frankly, I thought it was pretty wild.
“I was pretty constipated at the time and I’d sat there a long time without anything happening. I was thinking about what Lucille had told me, about her doing it with her boyfriend. And it really got to me. I’d been fingering myself for two or three years. Not that I’d ever gotten a really good come out of it.
But enough to know that I could make myself feel pretty good just by rubbing my clit. The more I thought about Lucille laying back and letting Doug-that was her boyfriend, a greasy sort but she was hot for, him-see her snatch and everything, the hotter I got. And I started rubbing my cit. I didn’t get any orgasm, of course, but it really felt good. I kept it up for a little while and then I tried to finish up my business and get rid of that constipation.
“Something happened because I really let go with a load! I mean, a ‘butt buster,” as we used to call them, and it nearly tore my ass off sliding out.
Lord, what a feeling that was! All of a sudden that turd was rolling out of me and I felt my clit begin to twitch and throb. And man, I was having myself a come like I’d never even imagined! It just tore me in two, almost, and when it was over I couldn’t do anything but sit there, sort of keeled over. And wonder what had happened.
“That was how I got the idea that my ass was something special. I waited a day or two; then one evening, while I was lying in bed fingering my clit, I decided to see if maybe I could get the same feeling by putting something in instead of letting something out. I mean, I figured if it works one way maybe it’ll work the same way in reverse, right? So I started trying to get a finger up ‘my ass.
It was too dry, of course, so I moistened the finger by running it through the lips of my pussy. That got it slick enough and it slipped right in.
“Wow-ee! I knew right off that I’d stumbled into a gold mine and I just finger fucked myself into a tizzy! I forgot all about my clit. All I could think of was working that finger back and forth in my asshole. Every wiggle of my finger made it better until finally I just about passed out. It was so good! What made it even better, I think, was remembering how Mom used to go on so about how she hated changing Billy’s diapers when he was a baby. Billy-he’s my younger brother-really gave her a lot of trouble on the toilet training bit and it ran her ragged. I don’t know why she popped into my mind when I was doing that, but I kept wondering just what she’d say if she were to walk into my room and see me there with a finger jammed way up my asshole. I’ll bet that would really have blown her mind but good! “I kept it up for a long time. It seemed that I could make ‘the feeling last however long I wanted and, since it was so blasted good, I really gave myself a reaming. The old way- clit rubbing, what I’d been used to doing- wasn’t even in it, compared to this. I must have fucked myself for nearly an hour that night.
And for almost all of that time I was coming. I simply couldn’t get enough of that wonderful feeling. Finally, when I’d nearly worn myself out, I keeled over and went to sleep.
“I didn’t forget that experience, though. From then on, every time I’ve gone to the john I’ve remembered how good it was. Lots of times I can get a little come whenever a turd comes out, especially if it’s a big one, the kind that really stretches me. It hurts a little, but the hurt isn’t anything compared to the pleasure of feeling my asshole being stretched out. I guess’ if I’d let Jerry shove his’ big cock up me, I’d just have died on the spot! “All the time I was in high school and business school, I kept my little ‘secret to myself. None of the girls I knew ever mentioned their asses, certainly not in the way I liked to use mine. And, as far as I knew, I was really something special. It wasn’t until I’d been in business school here for a few months that I even knew you could fuck in the ass. Some girl told me about gay men and how they put it to each other that way. Even then, I never really thought about flicking like that. I guess I just thought it was something gay guys only did to each other.
“Meanwhile, I just kept on doing it to myself with my finger. It got better and better, the more I thought about it and practiced. And, after a while, I didn’t much care whether a guy tried to screw me or not. I mean, I hadn’t ever had it that good with a guy, so why bother? I went out on dates a lot but a lot of the time it was just so I’d have somebody to go places with. It sure wasn’t for sex! ‘Whenever I’d start getting that hungry feeling-the sort that tells you that you’re really up for a nice, long come-I’d just arrange to be at my apartment by myself for – a while and I’d have myself the nicest, juiciest come a girl could ever hope to get! I’d just ‘lay there on my bed and do it till I couldn’t move any more, always just running my finger in and out of my ass.
“The only thing was I began to notice after a while that my ass was getting looser. You know, the finger wasn’t stretching me quite as much and I wasn’t feeling it as sharply. First I tried using two fingers and that worked ‘for a while and then, after that, I began messing around with candles and vibrators and stuff like that. At the time I had that fuck scene with Jerry, I’d just started doing it with two fingers and of course he was a lot bigger than that.
And besides, I still hadn’t gotten around to knowing that it was possible.for a man and a woman to fuck that way. So I kept on using my fingers and the other things I’d found to make it for myself.
“One thing I got out of that date with Jerry, though, was a nice memory. You know, I always liked imagining a guy standing in front ‘of me with his dick and balls hanging out. I mean, while I was doing it to myself. I’d imagine the guy standing there in front of me, just waving his cock at ‘me, and the idea would make me start tingling all over. But after that date with Jerry, when he made me jack him off and spray his come all over my tummy and boobs, I started seeing it different. The guy would be standing in front of me,” but ‘this time he’d be, jacking himself off, see, and I’d be fingering my ass, or working the vibrator in and out. And then, just about the time I’d be ready to get my own come, I’d see him straighten up and that cock would start just pumping the cream out, shooting all over my body! It was just wonderful, imagining that.
And it would make the climax ever so much better for me every time.”
Geraldine B- was a twenty-four year old secretary for a local hospital when she recorded the case history we are presenting here. A tall, radiant redhead with a good figure, she spoke freely of her sexual history and of relevant portions of her life. Although her education had been fairly limited, she had applied herself diligently at the business school which she had attended, and had earned herself a reputation as a diligent, conscientious worker.
A widely known writer on sexual problems once noted that anal intercourse “holds an attraction for some men because the rectum is associated with that which is ‘unclean’-thus, the greater the taboo, the greater the eroticism. Some women enjoy being subjected to sodomistic practices because of their strong masochistic component.” (Caprio, Variations in Sexual Behavior, p. 268.) There is no reason to ‘suppose that men are unique in associating the anus with the “unclean.” Indeed, Geraldine’s case history clearly indicates that she makes just that association. Her account also shows a strongly masochistic element in her emotional makeup. That is, she exemplifies “a sexual deviation characterized by an erotic desire to suffer pain or humiliation.” (Ibid., p.