“Ever since I can remember, almost, Madge has had this fear that. I’m going to lose my cherry. Madge, she’s my stepmother but you’d think that she’d given birth to me herself, she’s so protective! Maybe she’s just trying extra hard to see that I don’t get into serious trouble, though I sometimes think that there’s something else working in her mind. The way she carries on you’d think that the worst possible thing that could happen to a girl would be for her to get screwed.
“What makes it even more ironic is that Madge herself is one of the most sex-minded women I’ve ever known or heard about. For a while I didn’t know that. You see, she married Daddy when I was seven-my real mother had died about three years before-and for a while I honestly didn’t know how to take her. I’ll say this for her-she isn’t a hypocrite! When I finally caught on to the meaning of those sounds that came out of their bedroom every night and confronted her with it she never even blinked.
“What’s so awful about doing things with a fellow?” I asked her one morning when she’d launched into one of her lectures about how awful it was to let a fellow do it to you. “You and Daddy do it to each other, don’t you? You both seemed to be enjoying it last night!”
“Of course we were,” she admitted. “It’s a wonderful thing, making love.
There’s no reason why we shouldn’t enjoy it. I’m sorry, though, that we disturbed you.”
“She went on to give me a long song-and-dance about how screwing was really an expression of love and that when two people screwed without being in love it was just an expression of animal lust. There were some more arguments she handed out but I don’t want to get into all that right now. The essence of her point was that screwing is not for kids. You’ve got to be grown up before you can do it.
“I don’t know why it is but every time I’ve ever heard that old crap about ‘Wait till you get older, you’re not mature enough,” I’ve just wanted to get into it all the more. Look at it this way-with the Pill being so available, you’re not likely to get pregnant, right? And if you watch what you’re doing, check the guy out a little and look for the signs, you’re not going to get the clap or the syph, are you? And even if you do, what’s the big worry? A couple of shots of penicillin or something and you’re as good as new. I know several of my friends had the clap and they’re not any the worse for it.
“Finally there’s the big thing about Madge’s way of looking at things. I’ve got this cherry and she swears that I’ve got to keep it for my husband. But what if I don’t get a husband? What if I decided to work a while after college before I get married? Christ, the dumb thing could rot off by that time. The kids would talk about me carrying a museum piece between my legs! Can you feature anyone making so much out of a little piece of membrane? It doesn’t make much sense to me.
“From what I can gather, I’m something of a rarity. I don’t mean just because I’m still a virgin, though that’s bad enough. I mean because I’ve got this cherry. The stuff I’ve read and the girls I’ve talked to all agree pretty well that it’s a biological accident, having one. I don’t know where Madge picked up this phobia of hers, that fixation or whatever you want to call it, but she’s determined that I’m going to keep mine intact. And all this when most of the girls I know never had one to start with! Why, Julie Monroe-she’s my best friend, I guess-she swore that she never had one at all and I believe her. She says that when her periods started she began using tampons and never noticed a thing. It was the same way when she first spread for a fellow. He just slipped the prick to her and she never felt anything pop or rip or tear. And I could name you several other girls who’ve had just about the same experience.
“You might say, ‘Why don’t you go ahead and do it with Ken, or Ricky, or Phil, or some other guy, and just pretend that it never happened?” Well, that’s where it gets sort of complicated. I’m a little ashamed to say this but the fact is, I can’t go ahead like that. In the first place, neither Daddy nor Madge want me to let a fellow do it to me and I hate to disappoint them. In the second place Madge checks me regularly. Yes, after every date, we’ll go into my bedroom and I have to spread out and let her run her finger up my hole so she can be sure the cherry is ‘still there! “A lot of people will probably think that’s just awful and maybe they’re right, I don’t know. I don’t mind that so much, letting her see me and run her finger in my hole. After all, we’re all nudists-that’s where Daddy met Madge, at a nudist lodge up in the mountains- and we’ve never been very shy about letting other people see our bodies. The main objection I have is that it’s just… well kind of humiliating, laying there and having her check me out. The only nice thing about it is that she’s got a nice touch. I sort of like the way she does it, especially if I’ve been out with a guy and we’ve been acting horny.
“You might think I’m rather silly for putting up with it but, damn it, they’re nice people in spite of their obsession with cherries and that stuff. I just hate to have it out with them. And besides, it isn’t as if I were missing all that much, I guess. You know, Madge showed me how to finger myself off. Yes, she came through herself and told me that if I became really excited, so much so that I might feel like giving in to a fellow and letting him screw me, I ought to just ram my hand between my legs and do myself! I’m pretty good at that. I like to imagine myself in bed with a handsome man, usually someone in his late thirties or early forties, and we’re doing all those groovy things to each other. Except that all the while I’ve got both fingers over my clit, running down beside it, and after a while I get so excited that all I have to do is just nudge my hips upward a little and rub my pussy into my fingers, and wham! There it is, just rolling out of me! “Except that all this ‘doesn’t set too well with the fellows. So far I haven’t met a single boy my own age that has the slightest understanding of the position I’m in. Madge says that’s because they’re so fired up that they can’t think of anything but fuck, fuck, and fuck! And I believe she’s right there.
I’ll have to give her credit for that. Usually my experiences with guys all run to just about the same pattern.
“For the first few dates everything is all right and we’re progressing about like every other couple at Miller High. The guy will take me to a football game or two, ‘maybe some dances, and we’ll love it up afterward, usually in his car.
After the third or fourth date we’ve gotten to a pretty intimate stage. I don’t believe in letting a fellow get too intimate until we’ve been out three or four times. And then it begins to get sticky. I usually manage to put them off for a while and to get by with just giving them hand jobs. I just love the feel of a prick in my hands, so hard and hot, and I’m real good at jerking them off. I know how to rub myself up against a fellow while we’re kissing, letting him know that I really dig him, and I let him see that I’m getting hot too.
Generally, by the time I open their pants and get that tool out they’re already dripping. And it doesn’t take but just a few strokes and they’re popping off, shooting come all over the place.
“Some of the fellows have brought me off too, with their hands. But most of the boys I’ve dated don’t really know how it’s done. I mean, all they can imagine is getting one or two fingers into a girl’s cunt and then working them back and forth-just as though they were fucking her with their pricks. But that doesn’t work for me. I’m afraid, first, of having my cherry ripped open and, second, I just don’t like that kind of finger action. God knows, I’ve tried often enough to show guys what I wanted them to do but most of them just can’t seem to understand that all I want is a finger on either side of my clitty. That’s all it takes, honest! But they want to get so frantic and work against me so hard that I just can’t make it.
“As for the French stuff, you can forget that! The guys in high school are supposed to be a pretty sophisticated bunch but, let me tell you, they all think it’s just awful if a girl even so much as looks like she wants to suck them! And as for going down on a girl, forget it! They wouldn’t eat pussy if they were starving to death and the pussy was covered with catsup! “It wasn’t until last year, when I started my junior year in high school, that my situation began to improve. The irony of it is that it began picking up just at the moment when I felt lowest of all! Maybe I should take a little time to explain that.”
“The first thing you have to understand is that I’d started working as a part-time secretary for Mr. Harvey, who’s an assistant principal at M- High.
He’s just extra nice, so handsome and cool, and I really felt honored that he’d picked me out. You see, we have this system there which allows the principals and some of the other bigwigs to select student secretaries from the M Society, which is sort of an honor group. We get paid a little for doing the work but that isn’t the reason we do it, of course. I guess it’s always been that way at M- and we look on it as an honor. At least I do.
“Well, I’d been working for’ Mr. Harvey for about a month and I’d grown to like him a lot. In some ways he reminds me a lot of my father very good looking, very positive, very much a man of the world. Anyway, after I’d been working there a while, I got the word from Bo, my latest boyfriend. He said he was tired of being jerked off and that, if I wouldn’t put out for him, he was going to find himself a girl who would. I’d heard that before, of course, and I was sort of expecting it, but still it doesn’t make a girl feel very good to be shot down like that.
“BO had given me the word just after Chemistry, my last class of the day, when I was on my way to Mr. Harvey’s office. I was pretty broken up about it, naturally, and when I got to the office he could see that I’d been crying. He wanted to know what was coming off. At first I tried to pretend that nothing was wrong but he wouldn’t buy that. It was just too obvious that something was wrong. Finally I just broke down and told him everything I mean, I really laid it on the line, all of it, even down to the bit about Madge being so obsessed with my cherry. I was crying like a baby. “I couldn’t help that. And the next thing I knew I had my head on his shoulder. Mr. Harvey’s a really kind, understanding sort of person and you just know, right from the start, that you can trust him all the way. He’s the sort of man you can really talk to and you know he won’t go blabbing it around and getting you’ into trouble.
“Well, the next thing I knew he was holding me in his arms and me, I could feel his prick against my thigh. I’ve been in enough clinches with guys that I ‘know when a fellow has a hard-on and there was no mistaking this one! He’s really hung, you know, and that thing was just sticking out all over. I was never so surprised as when I realized that he’d actually raised a stiff. Over me? He felt that way about me? It was really a mind blower! “One thing led to another and the next thing I knew we were kissing. I’d ‘been very horny all day. Bo and I had had a long love scene the night before and I’d come away from it feeling pretty raunchy. I’d woken up that morning in the same mood and now, with us kissing and me feeling his cock against me, I just couldn’t keep it back. I was rubbing my nipples against him and sort of dry humping on his leg and we were kissing-really hot kisses, running our tongues into each other’s mouth and all that-and then POW! I just let go with a really hard come! I collapsed against him. It nearly melted my legs, it was so strong, and I could feel the come just gushing out of my pussy and drenching my panties. “I’d opened my legs up so I could get them around his thigh and I just went wild, humping his leg and working it all out till I’d really had myself a fine come.
“What can you say after you’ve brought your-self off like that? I mean, you can’t just pretend that it never happened-it was far too obvious for that. I couldn’t hide it and at that moment I didn’t really want to. I just leaned up against him and we kept on kissing. After a little while I felt him rubbing his hands over my rump and that was as exciting as if he’d been fingering my joy-button. He hadn’t come; he still had that ferocious hard-on, and it was still boring into my thigh. And I could feel myself getting warmed up all over.
I just turned around a little so that he could rub between my legs if he wanted to.
“Pull my dress up if you want,” I said, taking the bit in my teeth. “I like the feel of your hands!”
“He did it and I opened up a little so he could get his hand up between my’ legs. Oh, he had a marvelous touch-not too hard and in just the right place for me to get going again. I just stood there and worked myself off once more, fucking my pussy into his fingers. Even through my panties it felt good. I was sort of’ hoping maybe he’d run his hand inside them or go in through the leg, but it was plenty good just the way it was. In no time at all I was creaming again and this time it was even better than it had been before.
“I never did it so good!” I told him when the tremors had died out in my cunt.
“It was absolutely marvelous!”
“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” he told me.
“Just that?” I asked, feeling pretty much the ‘flirt’.
“And other things,” he admitted.
“I’d like to do them too,” I said, ‘but I’m afraid to let you do them to me. I know I’d love them, but I’m afraid.”
“You don’t have to worry about losing your cherry,” he said. “We can’ do a lot of things together and still leave it alone.”
“That really got me interested and I wanted to know all about it. I also wanted to know what about his wife-I wasn’t at all sure what he was leading up to.
Maybe he was one of those guys who was getting tired of his wife and wanted a younger model. I didn’t want any of that-I just wanted to have a good time, that’s all.
“Don’t worry about Amy,” he told me. “She understands perfectly. In fact, she’d probably love it if I brought you home. Would you mind that? Being with me while she watched? She really digs that, you know.”
“No, I didn’t know that. You’ve guessed it- him and his wife were both swingers! You know the kind of people that go to sex parties? I’d never have imagined it of them, but that’s what he said; I didn’t feel that I could just jump in right away with that and I told him so. He said he understood and that we could play it by ourselves for a while. Naturally I was red-hot to get on with my education but he said the school’s office wasn’t the best place for that- we’d have to go somewhere else. I was willing to meet him at night, except that he was tied up that night, and the next one too. We figured out, though, that we could’ meet, on Saturday and spend a lot of time in the country some place.
“That’s the way it was-he picked me up about nine that Saturday morning and we drove way out into the back end of nowhere. He found a really secluded lane and we drove up it, then parked and got the blanket out. I was just wild for it.
Sitting there next to him had really gotten me turned on and I couldn’t wait to get started. He wanted me to strip for him and I did, though I thought that was’ really strange, undressing in front of a guy, especially with him being the same age as my daddy, almost. But it was also very exciting. Seeing his eyes light up when I pulled off the top and opened my bra- that was really great, seeing how he enjoyed looking at my breasts. And when I unzipped my jeans all the way, so he could see I wasn’t wearing any panties that was great too! His eyes just about raped me and I could feel that I was getting hotter and hotter.
“Now lie down and show’ me how you do it to yourself,” he said.
“At first I tried to pretend that I didn’t know what he was talking about but I could see I wasn’t convincing him so I went ahead and did it. He thought it was real groovy, the way I do it without moving much of anything, and it got him pretty turned on too. Then he started undressing and, when he pulled off his underwear and turned around so I could see his cock, I almost came just by looking at him! He’s hung like nobody I ever saw and it’s a lovely prickstraight and thick with a great, broad head on the end.
“What are you going to do?” I asked.
“I’m going to show you how a girl can have a good time and never get fucked,” he said. “I’m going to fuck you with my tongue!”
“Geez, that was out of sight! He got over me and ‘started nibbling around on my thighs. I was almost creaming even before he ever touched my snatch with his tongue. But when he slipped that tongue over my button, I just flipped right out! It ran all over me, the feeling from that contact, and before I knew it I was pushing his head between my ‘legs and fucking up to his mouth and then I was just coming from head to foot, literally. He really sucked me off, he did, and I thought it was going to last forever.
“Now you’re going to suck me off,” he said. “Take my cock in your mouth and lick it- you’ll love it!”
“You know something? He was right! It was the first time I’d ever gone down on a fellow but, my Lord, it was just out of sight, right from the moment when he peeled the ski back from the head and shoved his cock in my mouth. I didn’t know very much about sucking but he told me what to do and I did it. He asked me did ‘I want him to pull it out when he. started to come and I nodded ‘yes’ but when it happened, the sight of that big thing spewing cream out was just so fucking sexy I couldn’t help myself. I pulled him back and started licking him again, running my mouth own on his cock and sucking as hard as I could. I wanted to feel him shooting hot, thick, juicy come into me! “We met a couple of more times after that, usually on the weekend during the day, and we had a couple of pretty steamy love sessions in his office late in the afternoon when everyone else had gone home. He finger fucked me out of my mind, almost, and sucked me off too, on those occasions. I couldn’t keep my mouth off his cock. Feeling that big, hard, hot rod slide into my mouth was just the sexiest thing ever and I couldn’t get enough of it. I didn’t mind the taste of come a bit. In fact, after the first time, I sort of liked it and now I don’t think there’s anything better.
“On one of those Saturday meetings be told me that he’d just fucked Amy, his wife, before be left to pick me up. He hadn’t washed his cock off or anything, so it would still taste of cunt and fucking, and that got me so horny I tried giving him a blow job while we drove’ out to our parking place! I didn’t make it. He wouldn’t come while he was driving. But I really dug the taste of a cunty-flavored prick and, when we got there, I did myself while I sucked him off. What a blast that was!”
One frequently encounters cases in which one would like to interview not only the subject but’ her family as well. This desire is especially strong in studying the case of Terri H-, an attractive sixteen year old high school girl.
There is no doubt that Terri’s father, a prosperous contractor, wanted to provide well for his daughter. He could have sent her to an exclusive boarding school. Instead she chose to attend the ‘public ‘high school in her suburb, a school with a fine reputation. As’ we’ have already seen, the school’s outstanding record did not prevent one of its officials from effecting a liaison with the girl.
Madge, Terri’s stepmother, is an especially interesting figure. What about hen concern for the girl’s virginity? Was it a sincere concern? Or were there, perhaps, other and less creditable motives behind her curious actions? Possibly there was a latent homosexual attraction between the girl and her stepmother.
Terri herself admitted that she rather enjoyed Madge’s periodic checks to ascertain the continued existence of the hymeneal membrane. Moreover, one cannot help feeling dubious about the good intentions of a stepmother who teaches a girl how to masturbate. Possibly there was something of the sexual exhibitionist in Madge.
Lacking the opportunity to probe more deeply into the psychiatric makeup of the family, we must concentrate our attention upon Terri herself. As is so often the case, Sigmund Freud, the father of psychoanalysis, provides the framework in which we can best understand Terri’s sexual development. Freud speaks of “the castration complex,” the discovery by little girls that they are not like little boys-specifically, they ‘lack the penis-and goes on to note, “very different is the effect of the castration complex on the girl She acknowledges the fact of her castration, the consequent superiority, of the male and her own inferiority, but she also rebels against these unpleasant facts. So, divided in her mind, she may follow one of three lines of development. The first leads to her turning her back on sexuality altogether. The budding, woman, frightened by the comparison of herself with boys, becomes dissatisfied with her clitoris and gives up her phallic activity and there with her sexuality in general and a considerable part of her masculine proclivities in other fields. If she pursues the second line, she clings in obstinate self-assertion to her threatened masculinity; the hope of getting a penis sometime is cherished to an incredibly late age and becomes the aim of her life, whilst the fantasy of really being a man, in spite of everything, often dominates long periods of her life. This ‘masculinity complex’ may also result in a manifestly homosexual object-choice.
Only if her development follows the third, very circuitous path does she arrive at the ‘ultimate normal feminine attitude in which she takes her father as love object, and thus arrives at the Oedipus complex in its feminine form. Thus, in women, that complex represents the final result of a lengthy process of development; castration does not destroy but rather creates it, and it escapes the strong hostile influences which, in men, tend to its destruction-in fact, only too often a woman never surmounts ‘it at all.” (Freud, “Female Sexuality,” reprinted in Sexuality and the Psychology of Love, pp.’ 198-9, Philip Rieff, editor) Terri obviously rejected the first of the three alternatives mentioned by Freud. That is, she emphatically did not turn away from her own sexuality.
However,” she seems to have vacillated between the second and the third choices. The second alternative would obviously lead to the formation of a homosexual personality. As we have seen, there is more than a hint of a homosexual attraction between Terri and her stepmother. As we shall see in a later portion of her case history, a similar attachment developed between her and Amy, the wife of the assistant principal already mentioned.
It is the relationship between Terri and the assistant principal, Mr.
Harvey-though they were extremely intimate, she never referred to him by his first name-which must occupy most of our attention. Terri has already mentioned a more than superficial similarity between Harvey and her father, a comparison which naturally brings to mind the implication of incest. We think it is very possible that this likeness between the two men bad a great deal to do with Terri’s enthusiastic response to his advances: in fact, it would not be too much to say that, in making love with Harvey, she was actually forming a close physical tie with her own father, at least on the symbolic level.
The reader may already have noticed that, while Terri professed a great deal of admiration and respect for her father, so much so that she declined to allow her hymen to be ruptured in order not to disappoint him, she never said much about him as a person. We submit that this curious fact indicates, first, a very strong emotional attachment to her father, but, second, a strong reluctance to allow it to come out into the open. It is quite possible, in other words, that Terri subconsciously felt a strong physical attachment to her father but refused to reveal it. This attraction later surfaced in her very erotic relationship with a father-substitute, Harvey. Thus Terri took both the second and the third alternatives suggested by Freud! The death of Terri’s mother and her understandable inability to accept Madge as a full substitute contributed to this curious outcome, we can safely assume.
Dr. Benjamin Karpman, a noted authority, corroborates our suspicion that Terri saw in Harvey a substitute for her father. He also provides a clue to another development to be chronicled in a subsequent portion of her case history.
Karpman points out that “the patient, confronted with an incestuous fixation on the one hand and the incest barrier on the other, finds it necessary to affect a compromise that enables him to avoid or circumvent direct incestuous activities but nevertheless permits him to indulge his incestuous desires indirectly and perhaps symbolically. Thus, a man who has a fixation on his mother is terrified not only- at the idea of having sexual relations with her, but even at the idea of having them with any other woman, because every woman is, actually or potentially, a mother and therefore brings to mind a picture of his own mother. Since libido must find an outlet, he resorts to the expedient of indulging in sex relations that will completely exclude the vaginal orifice.
Consequently, he may indulge in fellatio, cunnilingus, pederasty, which to him, appears to completely remove the chosen activity from any implication of incest.” (Quoted in Capnio, Variations in Sexual Behavior, pp. 190-1.) We believe that Terri conforms to this pattern and that she eagerly accepted the injunctions to preserve her hymen. She did so because orthodox sexual intercourse would have seemed too much like incest and thus she sought recourse in other forms of sexual behavior. Thus, when anal- intercourse was suggested to her, she eagerly seized upon it as a way of having her cake and eating it too.
“Every time we got together, Mr. Harvey and me, he would ask me if I wanted to go over to his house to have our fun. For a while I wouldn’t go. I just couldn’t bring myself to do those things with him while his wife was look big on. Finally he convinced me by showing me some pictures someone had made. He was lying on a bed and some really gorgeous blonde chick was going down on him.
Right next to him was his wife-I knew her when I saw her-and she had her mouth full of cock! After that I believed him when he said that they weren’t hung up about doing things like that and so I said that I’d go along with him. We set it up for the next Saturday and that was that.
“When I got there Amy herself met me at the door. She was wearing a negligee that really showed off her body like the movies do, and she had a hell of a body to show off. And you could see that she was really turned on by it all.
“Come on in,” she told me, holding the door open. “We’re back in the bedroom getting ready. I’m sure you’ll have a wonderful time. You mustn’t feel self-conscious or anything. Just relax, make yourself comfortable and enjoy it.”
“What can you say to that? I mean, I’d come there to ball’ her husband and she rolls out the red carpet! Jeez, that’s some kind of hospitality! I beaded off in the direction she pointed, out -and she said she’d be along in a minute. I went on down the hallway and turned into the bedroom she’d mentioned. He was there, lying on top of the covers with his cock spread out across his tummy like a gigantic snake. I stepped into the room and just seeing him like that, it made me queasy all over.
“Come on in,” he told me. “Amy will be back in a few minutes. Why don’t you take off your clothes and join me?”
“I couldn’t have done anything but take off my clothes, once he’d asked me. It was like I was some kind of robot, programmed to do everything he suggested. If someone had said to me beforehand that I’d be undressing In front of a man when his wife was somewhere in the house, about to come into the same room with us,I’d have said he was out of his gourd. But here I was doing it! I peeled, and when I was absolutely bare I was already so hot I could barely stand it.
“You’re really beautiful!” I heard Amy say. She’d slipped into the room and hadn’t even heard her! “Yes, you’re really something!”
“If that wasn’t something, standing there stark naked and both of them looking me over! I know, I’ve got a pretty good body and my breasts, especially, are good-they really’ stand out, you know, and when I get turned on they’re just as firm as can be-so I knew they weren’t putting me on, they really meant what they said.
“Go over to him,” Amy said to me. “Take his cock in your mouth. He likes to be sucked.”
“I knew that and I also knew that I liked going down on him. His cock was so big I could hardly get it in my mouth and I could never get more than halfway down on it, it’s so long, but I just love trying. She watched me eat him for a minute and then she said for me to get over him so he could lick my pussy too.
I turned around and did it. She moved so that she could see ‘my pussy and she really raved about it. I could see out of the corner of my eye that she was fingering her own twat while she was watching. She’s the sort who just loves rubbing the lips of her pussy together while she’s watching something really sexy.
“He sucked me off and it was just fine! I was so steamed up, of course, that I popped off nearly as soon as he touched me with his tongue. All it took was just a couple of little flicks up and down the slit and I was gone, just creaming like I’d never done it before. That was part of their plan, I later figured out: to make me have a real quick one so I’d get over being uptight while they were both on the bed with me. It worked. As soon, as I’d recovered a little from that come, I felt a lot more ‘at ease with them, and I didn’t feel so ashamed any more.
“There’s nothing like ‘a good climax to take away a person’s selfishness,” Amy told me. When you’ve come like that in front -of your friends, ‘there’s no reason to hold back anything any longer!”
“You’re right,” I had to admit. “You’ve seen me come, and that really breaks the ice, I guess.”
“She was still fingering herself, slow and easy, and I could see that she was really turned on by it all. Her fingers were dripping wet from the pussy drip she’d turned out and the lips- great, thick flaps of meat that looked like they’d really be sensitive-were just covered with that clear oil a womanproduces when she’s really up for screwing or something.
“Could I ask you something personal?” she said, getting up on her knees but still keeping that one hand in place. “I’ve never felt a cherry. Would you mind if I felt of yours? Please?” ‘If you want to,” I-said.
“He was still under me, of- course, and he opened me up with his hands, pulling the lips of my pussy apart and making it easier for her to run a finger into the mouth of my cunt. She felt around and, when she was satisfied, she pulled her finger out and then she’ licked it off! Man, that was really something, looking at, her’ lick her own finger after she’d had it in my cunt! That really got to me! Then she wanted me to turn around and get over him so I could rub the head of his dick over my pussy.
“You don’t have to worry about him coming,” she said. “But I guess you already know that he holds off his come as long as he wants to. Why don’t you try getting over him and running just the head of his cock into the mouth of your cunt? Not enough to burst that precious cherry, of course, just enough to give yourself a good feeling? I love seeing his prick nosing into a sweet, hot pussy!”
“What a weird idea! I got turned on just hearing her say it. I didn’t want to do it, because I was afraid that, once I’d gotten that far, I’d lose control and let myself go down on him too far and then I’d pop my own cherry! They had an answer for that, though they got me on my back and’ he got over ‘me. He knew he wasn’t likely to ram it in thoughtlessly and split me. Besides, they had me hold my legs way up high, almost up beside my own head and, once I’d gotten into that position, I could hardly move at all. He got over me and let me tell you that was great! Feeling him touch that big, hard, hot cock to my pussy was just wonderful! And when he- opened my cunt up with it, running it down just far enough to touch the cherry, I was out of my head, it was so fucking good! I got another come, of course, and they seemed to enjoy it a lot, being there and helping me get those climaxes, one after the other. He was getting horny too and he said he was going to have to let go with a come himself.
“Give it to me!” she said, scooting around so she could get her head in between his tummy and mine. Puck her till you’re almost there and then jack off in my mouth!”
“Jeez, what a wild pair they were! You know, seeing him at school you’d never think he was such a cunt hound. And Amy, she usually seemed pretty mild too.
But let me- tell you, once they got into, the bedroom they were totally different! Can you imagine, a wife making her husband do a thing like that? I know- some pretty hot chicks at school and some of the guys had a reputation for being far out, though I didn’t really believe that, but this pair was just out of, sight! -I’m damned if they didn’t ‘do just what she said-he worked his prick around in the mouth of my cunt till I was almost coming again and then, when he’d gotten it thoroughly soaked in my pussy drip, he jerked it out and started fucking himself with his fist! Amy leaned right in there and I guess she got her lips over the head of his dick. I couldn’t see because her head was in the way. I could see, though, that she was doing it to herself again with her hand. Finally he let out ‘a groan and started to come.
“Suck! Suck that come out of my cock!” he told her. “Eat my prick! Drain my balls! I’ll fill you full of come!”
“She didn’t say – anything, of course. How could she, with a mouthful of hard, spewing – prick? I could – tell that she was digging though, and her, hand was really working on her pussy. She groaned out loud and I guess she started to come too while she was eating him. It sure looked and sounded that way. Damn, that was sexy! Lying there with him still between my legs and my pussy jumping around till I thought it might fall right off, and her sucking him like mad while she was fingering her own box!, All of it together was just too much!.
“They’d only started, though.’ He’s a horny bastard and when he wants to he can go on for hours and hours. She’s the same way I think they could play flick and suck for-hours or days at a time. When she took her mouth off his cock, I could see a little dribble of his come edge down from the corner of her- mouth. He’d really shot a load into her. His prick was still as hard as a rock and I just knew that they were going to have some interesting ideas to try -with me.
“I sure wasn't wrong about that! It seemed as though that first come just whetted their appetites all the more and they really got started in on me. Amy called the shots. She seemed to have a thing about wanting to see him doing all kinds of- things to me. She had him lie on his back and then had me get over him so l could rub the lips of my pussy all over his balls, up and down the stem of his cock and just everywhere. That was real good and it made me horny all over again. Then she had me put- my legs together with his prick between them, so it stuck out between the cheeks of my ass, and that was even better.
It seemed to me that this was almost like flicking, except that he wasn’t in me, of course, but I really liked lying next to him and feeling his body pressed up tight against mine.
“‘I’m crazy about this,” I said. “I just wish there were some way I could do this and have you in my mouth. I’d like to feel you inside me, shooting come thick and strong!”
“There’s a way you can have that feeling,” she said, giving me a big grin and patting me on the rump. “It’s every bit as good as a real fuck in the cunt and you don’t have to worry about getting pregnant or losing your cherry or anything like that. You can let him fuck you in the ass!”
“Wow! What a crazy idea! It literally took my breath away, it was so far out.
As soon as I heard it I knew I had to try it. But taking that cock of his up my ass? I’d never tried putting anything in my rear but I had an idea that it was pretty tight. Amy could see that I was a little worried and she told me that it was perfectly all right, that lots’ of women did it that way all the time and that it would be great.
“In fact, I’ll show you that it can be done,” she said, rolling over onto her back and spreading her legs out wide. Would you be a dear, Terri, and put his cock in my cunt? We’ll get him greased up good and then you can guide him into my ass. That’ll be a groove. You’ll dig it.”
Of course I did just what she said. Man that was something else. Getting hold of his rod and holding it so it went in between the lips of her pussy! She let out a long, low sigh when he rammed it home, the sort of sound that really lets you know she’s enjoying it. And then he worked it back and forth a little just to get it real juicy. When he pulled it out I just had to reach in and taste it. Once I’d seen her do it to him that way l was wild to try it, and so l did.
They didn’t mind. In fact, they sort of liked it, even if I did have to put him back into her cunt after I’d licked him clean. That was great, going down on him while he was fresh from her cunt, hot and wet with that juice she turned out! And the next time he pulled it out I was ready to move it down. She swung her legs way up high till she – had her ankles on his shoulder. That brought her butt right up level with his prick almost and I just aimed that rod straight into her brownie. Her asshole didn’t look any looser than mine but I guess they’d used it enough to loosen it up because he went into her just like a hot knife into butter! “Once they’d convinced me that they were serious about my getting flicked in the ass I was really ready for it. Amy showed me how to do it, how to lie in the way that would let him get in easiest and then she aimed it into him herself. She greased him up with some kind of goo from a little tube in her bedside table. She told me that I mustn’t ever let a guy switch his cock from my ass, or anyone else’s, to my cunt because that’s a good way to get an itchy, drippy cunt. And then he just leaned on me. Man, I was sure he’d ruined me when I felt his cock stretch my asshole and then plow into me. It felt as though he’d just ripped me apart and I let out a howl that told them plenty about how I was feeling.
“Just relax,” Amy told me. “He hasn’t hurt you in any way. The discomfort will soon pass and you’ll be wanting him to drive that prick all the way home!
Concentrate on relaxing your rear.”
“‘My God she’s sight!” he grunted. “But she’s taking it. She was born for this kind of action!”
“I guess he was right – because it wasn’t any time till I’d forgotten.all about the way my ass was hurting. All I could think of was that. I was getting fucked. This wonderful man was giving me all of his lovely, wonderful prick.
And I wanted every inch of it, all the way inside my body! I locked my feet together, around his back, and then he started working it into my ass. God, every stroke was like heaven to me! I could feel every bump, every wrinkle on his prick and that big, flaring rim around the head drove me nuts when he worked- it in and out. Of course I was coming like crazy. I never couldn’t have held it back if the whole world had been looking on! I just laid there and took it, coming up a storm and my cunt pouring out the come juice and then finally he drew back and really rammed the prick to me.
“Agghh! Oohh!” he groaned.
“I knew he was coming, or getting ready to. His balls were hanging down against my rump and I’ll swear I felt them twitch and then start jumping when the come started shooting out his dick. It was the most incredibly exciting thing I’d ever felt in all my life. And Amy? She was finger fucking herself again! Yeah, – she just stretched out there beside me and had herself a flicking ball! I was coming all over till I couldn’t see clearly. He was shooting come so far up my ass I thought it would come out my mouth. And she was jamming her fingers deep into her cunt and making it like a fox. Man, that was something to see, I’ll bet! Everybody was making it all at the same time and we were just going out of our heads.
“By the time he pulled his cock out of me we were all pretty satisfied, at least for the moment, and Amy suggested that we take him into the shower and wash his cock off. What a way to take a bath, all, three of us in there together!
She and I took turns lathering up that tool of his and you can be sure it wasn’t too long before the damned thing had risen up again. It was the first time I’d ever really felt a man get hard, or seen it happen, and I just felt great that I could help turn a little, insignificant thing like his soft prick into a flicking machine.
“You think this is something? You ought to let him go down inside you,” Amy told me when I mentioned how groovy it was. “And then feel him get hard when he’s in your cunt or your mouth!”
“‘OR in your ass?” I asked.
“‘Yea, in there, too,” she said. “All of those things are nice. “We went back into the bedroom after we’d dried him off, but then we decided that fucking could wait a little while. They wanted to have a bite of lunch and when they mentioned food I found that I was hungry too. We had sandwiches and they told me some stories about parties they’d been to, where groups of people all got together and just fucked, sucked, or did anything they wanted to, until none of them wanted it any more. I’m not sure I could really go for that-though if someone had asked earlier I’d have said that I wouldn’t do any of the things I had already done with that, pair! I don’t know what I’d do if I were put into a group like the ones they talked about-probably jump right in and fuck and suck and carry on like everyone else, I guess. When I get that burning, itching feeling in my cunt, that feeling that just screams out ‘Fuck Me!” to my whole body, I sort of lose control of everything.
“‘What would you’ like to do now?” Amy asked me when we’d finished our sandwiches.
‘Anything in the sex line, just name it and it’s yours. You can’t think of a single style of balling that we don’t adore!”
“It might sound a little childish,” I said after I’d thought about it for a minute, ‘but I’d like to see you two have a plain, old-fashioned fuck! You know, with his prick in your cunt and him on top of you, just like most people do it. I’ve never seen a couple going at it and I’d like to find out what it looks like.”
“You must be a mind reader,” she told me.
‘You, know, we spend a lot of time doing really weird things with each other, or with other people, and we’ve been doing them since we first met each other.
But after eleven years of marriage and I don’t know how much experience, we’ve decided that for day in, day, out pleasure you just can’t beat a good, missionary style flicking session. All the other stuff is great but we always go back to the old reliable!”
“I might not be able to come right away,” Mr. Harvey told me, ‘but I know that we can sure show you what it looks like!”
“I won’t have any trouble coming,” Amy said as she led the way into the bedroom. “Just looking at Terri’s tits and remembering the way she howled when you plowed that cock up her ass is enough to get me boiling hot!”
“She wasn’t putting us on a bit when she said that. She hopped right onto the bed and opened her legs and he was on her right away. His cock wasn’t really hard but she managed to get it shoved into place. She said that there wasn’t anything like a hot, juicy pussy to get a man’s prick stiffened up and I guess she was’ right because it wasn’t any time until -he was really pumping her.
They spent a long time showing me all the ways a man – and a woman can ball with him on her. She showed me how you can move your legs up and down to let him get deeper in you, or to keep him out, if you don’t want him in all the way. When she had her legs way up high, around his shoulders, I got a real good look at the way his rod slipped in and out of her pussy. That was a real blast, believe me! “After a while, though, she started feeling it and then she settled down to enjoy her fuck. She egged him on by talking dirty, telling him just bow her cunt felt when he shoved the prick in deep, and it started getting to me too. I was so turned on I just had to-join in and so I lay back and started rubbing my ditty. I brought myself off while they-finished it. He never did come, not while he was in her, though he made her come at least twice and I got one beautiful one myself.
“I want to stick it up Terri’s ass again,” he said after he’d flicked Amy into a limp state. “I know I can pop my nuts if I can just get my prick up her ass!”
“Do it to me!” I said. “I’d love to feel you do it again!”
“This time we did it doggie style. You know, I got on my hands and knees and he got behind me so he could stick it in from the rear. I was pretty far down on the bed and I had a real good view of Amy’s cunt while he was doing it to me.
She was giving herself a rub, though not enough to get anything really serious going. He got into me real good and then he reached around with both hands so he could handle my boobs and rub my clit while he was humping his prick up my ass. Lord, I just had a ball kneeling there and feeling him work! And when he came, that really did it for me. I let out a yell that would have raised the dead and then I just dissolved into a big climax! It was all over me and lasted forever, it seemed- like, until finally I just fell forward and lay there.
“After that none of us had any more sex left. I stayed a little longer and then I got dressed and walked home. My ass was plenty sore for a couple of days but who could mind a little thing like a sore rear? Man, they’d convinced me! I’d have done anything in the world to get asked back for some more’ of that good stuff. I guess they liked it as much as I did. They got in the habit of having me over regularly and I suppose we averaged better than once a week. I mean, I was there at least once every week and sometimes more if we could arrange it.
“They wanted to bring in some more people, especially after I became used to it, but I wouldn’t play that game. I just wanted the two of them and me, no more, and they accepted it. Amy and I would take turns with him, each of us doing our thing until we’d worn him down and he couldn’t get another stiff despite everything we could think of to bring him back up. My favorite was always getting that big tool of his in my ass. I guess I’m hooked on that for life! There’s sure nothing like it that I know of,” though I still haven’t tried letting a guy into my cunt yet. Yes, Madge still checks my pussy from time to time and I’ve still got my cherry, though sometimes I think I’ll break it myself with a tampon just to be rid of the damned thing. But then I ask myself: why go to that much trouble and raise a lot of fuss in the family, when I’m getting so much pleasure just by letting him fuck me in the ass? I don’t see that it’s worth all -the trouble, to be honest about it!”
It seems abundantly clear from her case history that Terri’s venture into anal sexuality has been a rewarding one for her. Though she would not ‘put the feeling into words, it is plain that she derived additional pleasure from copulating with Mr. Harvey in his wife’s presence and in cooperating with her in satisfying his throng sex urges. This pleasure, we believe, is derived from a subconscious interest in homosexual relations. While Terri would not admit the possibility, even to herself, her enjoyment of having sex with the husband while the wife was present strongly hints at latent homosexual capacities.
Terri was still engaged in this realistic love affair at the time she dictated her case history. No evidence of mental or physical reactions to that affair was noticed in her. We cannot help believing that this unusual affair will, if persisted in, have a strong effect upon her later emotional development; perhaps effects that will lead to serious emotional difficulties in her later life. The nature of those problems, of course, cannot be predicted, but it seems certain that she is taking a very great risk in continuing this affair.