Bisexual Nymphette
The dictionary defines bisexual as, "possessing characters of or sexually oriented toward both sexes; of, relating to, or involving two sexes." In short, a bisexual is a person who participates in sex acts with both males and females.
Psychiatrists tend to believe that there is, in fact, no such person as a bisexual, but rather, that there are persons who are homosexual, but also enjoy having sex relations with a member of the opposite sex.
Almost every person goes through a homosexual phase, usually in a mild form and not always involving sexual acts. In childhood, "Birds of a feather flock together." That is, boys form strong attachments for other boys, to the exclusion of all females, while girls follow this same pattern of emotional attachment with members of their own sex.
In many instances, such homosexual attachments never involve sexual acts. However, the statistics of dozens of scientifically conducted surveys, from the Kinsey works to the Masters-Johnson studies, indicate that of those who had homosexual experiences in the years just prior to their teens, a large percentage continue to enjoy bisexual sex relations into adulthood.
An in depth study by Dr. A. Whitcomb reveals that more and more persons are practicing bisexuality and that as many as fifteen percent of all married males under thirty-five engage in both homosexual and heterosexual activities.
There are many reasons for bisexuality. Our methods of segregating boys and girls provide ample opportunity for the natural homosexual latency to develop. The fact that homosexual sex does exist and can be quite satisfactory, is filed away. Later in life, when heterosexual activities begin to dull, the bisexual turns willingly to homosexuality, while still engaging in heterosexual acts.
Surveys show that among certain teen-agers, particularly those who cannot obtain "The Pill," homosexual sex is substituted frequently, and enjoyed greatly, according to the testimony of the girls themselves. A few claim that they feel they are not cheating on their mates if they engage in sex with members of their own sex. Others find that it is easy to have a good social relationship which covers up the sexual relationships, because people do not gossip about two men doing things together, nor are they suspicious of two close females, even though both may be married. Still another aspect that is conducive to homosexual relationships, can be the financial side. It is easier and cheaper to have a homosexual friend than it is, for instance, to maintain a mistress. Finally, there is the attraction of just plain excitement.
For a variety of reasons, there are many pressures toward participating in bisexual relationships. Society has become more permissive, and in many instances, actually condones bisexuality. Many psychiatrists now state flatly that homosexuality is a natural act, and is more healthy than the environment of the past generations, with all our heterosexual taboos and their resultant guilt feelings.
The head matron of one of the largest schools for delinquent girls says: "Most of our girls are here because of a problem involving sex. It might shock most people, but in all honesty, I must say that I believe many of these problems could be avoided if the girls could find emotional and sexual gratification with other girls! Almost all would then go on to heterosexual experiences and marriage when they are older and more mature."
Most experts conclude that more problems are solved by homosexuality than are created by it. Whether or not we accept this as true, more and more persons are turning to bisexuality. In order to better understand the early effects of homosexual experiences on the later sex patterns of individuals, let us look at some case histories.
Bill V. is now twenty-three, married, with one child. He is an active bisexual, with the scales tipped slightly, according to his own testimony, in favor of homosexuality.
"I come from a normal family. My parents seemed to be as happily married as most couples I observed. They kept sex private never talked or even joked about it, so I don't know anything about their sex appetites or inhibitions. Mom always answered our questions about sex honestly. We knew, when we were little, that my dad had put the seed inside her pussy with his prick. She showed us medical diagrams of the female body, so we didn't have to fall for that "gutter slop" about how babies were made or born. My dad told us about masturbating. He said it felt good, but it wasn't a good idea to do it too often.
"I remember playing with myself a lot when I was about seven or eight, and taking off little girls' panties and at least trying to fuck though I doubt if I ever really got it in. My first real sexual experience was when I was ten, and it was with another boy.
"I used to stay at his house, and he at mine. We used to go fishing a lot with our dads, and went to football games together. We were pretty close friends, and we always slept together when we were visiting the other guy's house. This one night, Ed had gotten hold of a couple of 'dirty pictures,' showing two guys in action. One was with both guys sucking each other off at the same time, and the other was with one guy cornholing the other guy.
"We started jerking off, then we jerked each other off. We were turned on pretty good and Ed started to jerk my cock again, and I worked on his. He stopped and looked at me, and he was kind of blushing when he said, 'Shall we try sucking?' He didn't wait for my answer, but went right down on my cock. It was really something when I felt his warm, wet mouth close over the head of my prick, and he began to suck it easy, at first, then harder and faster.
"That was my first real orgasm involving another person, and to this day it remains one of the most thrilling. Then I went down on Ed and he came real quick. He shot a pretty good load into my mouth and I swallowed it. I was playing with my own cock while I sucked him off, and I had a 'come’ in my own hand right after he came.
"We didn't try cornholing for a couple of weeks. It was too god being sucked off and sucking and jacking each other off. It was kind of funny, the first time we tried ass-fucking, because neither one of us gave a thought to the fact that a cock doesn't slide into an asshole as easy as it does a wet, hot mouth. I almost broke my prick in two, trying to get it into Ed's asshole. He was dry and tight and it hurt him a little.
"Then he got the idea to try some butter on my prick. It worked pretty good and I had my first ass-fuck. I came real good and then I sucked Ed's prick until it got good and stiff. Then he rubbed it with butter and shoved it up my asshole. I'd learned a little while fucking his ass, and I moved my hips and ass to make it easier for Ed. He came quickly, holding onto my hips and ramming it in as far as it would go. He liked it so well, he stayed right in and kept pushing until it got hard again and he had "a double-header for his very first cornholing. I didn't mind in fact, it got me hot again, and when he had finished his second ass-fuck, Ed gave me a real good blow job.
"We blew and fucked each other pretty regular, for a year or so. I got my first piece of ass from a girl when I was twelve. She was a hot little redhead, and all the older guys had fucked her since she was about eleven. She had nice titties, and a cute, round little ass, and she was always teasing me about being 'chicken' because I wouldn't go to her house after school and fuck her.
"Me and Ed had a fight, and I hadn't had any sex for two weeks, so I guess I went to Tina's house out of spite. There was nobody home and she didn't waste any time. She was sort of making fun of me, because the first thing she did was unzip my pants and dig in and grab my cock. I made a grab for her snatch and we stood there for a minute, playing with each other.
"She laughed and said, 'Oh-oh, you're getting a hard-on. Let's go!' She went over to the couch and took off her dress and panties. She didn't have any brassiere on and those titties really fascinated me. I was surprised at the size of them and at the amount of red hair that grew wild around her pussy. I moved over close and she sat down and spread the lips of her cunt wide open with her fingers. Then she grinned up at me and asked: 'Want some?’
"I wanted to be just as smart-alecky as she was, so I replied, 'How about sucking me off, first?' She never batted an eye. She just unzipped my pants and took my prick out arid started to suck on it. She really knew how, too, and I had been so long without any sex that I came real quick. She just swallowed my come and kept right on sucking and playing with my balls until I got another hard-on.
"Then she let go and laid back, her legs spread, so I could see her wet, gleaming pussy. I could see the little knob almost waving at me, and I just jumped on. That's the right word for it, too. I almost threw myself between her legs, my prick in my hand. I remember how surprised I was at how easily it slipped into her wet, warm cunt. Remember, I was used to having to use vaseline or cold cream on my dick when plugging Ed's asshole.
"I went right in and I could feel her inner muscles tighten over my prick. She wrapped her legs around my hips and worked her ass tip and down. I relaxed and we began to suck tongues while we worked out the rhythm.
"I'll be honest I really got a thrill out of it. I found several feelings that tickled and thrilled me while I fucked her that I'd never got while I fucked Ed in the ass, or even when he sucked me off.
"I still get a kick from the right girl, but when a guy is married, it gets lots harder to get a broad to go out with you. My wife is a dud. She's a stiff board in bed, and she'll only do it one way with me on top. No sucking, no ass-fucking just the old-fashioned, dull, straight fuck. She's a lousy lay. She won't unbend or let herself go. I doubt if she's had over three orgasms in her life, and it's her own damned fault. I could care less. I've worked at trying to give her a real sex life, but she doesn't want it. To hell with that jazz. When I can, I get a strange piece of ass from a woman. When I can't, and I'm hot, I have four different guys that are willing and ready at the drop of a hot.
"I’ve thought about joining a swap club, but most of them want couples. Can you imagine me asking my wife to join a wife swapping club? Hell, she won't even take my cock in her mouth or up her ass. You know something? She won't even let me try fucking her dog-fashion, with her up on her knees!
"So why shouldn't I have my sex kicks with guys, if that's the way it has to be. I'm not a homo, but I enjoy a good ass-fuck and blow job, and I don't mind giving out in return. What will I tell my kid when she begins to ask questions? I don't know, frankly. But I won't let her mother pass on that bullshit from her mother and grandmother that made an iceberg out of her, I'll guarantee you that! My kids are going to learn the right way by doing what they want and working out their own sex lives. It worked for me, and it can work for anybody."
In the foregoing case of Bill, this might be called "deliberate bisexualtiy." Bill liked sex with females, but, finding himself unsatisfied and unfulfilled by sex with a cold, inhibited wife, he deliberately returned to homosexual relationships. But remember, in his case he was well oriented to homosexual sex. When he became frustrated in his marital sex activities, he did not have to flounder about and experiment, as many married men do, with members of both sexes.
It is difficult for even the experts to state with authority whether it is best that a marriage be maintained on such a flimsy basis, rather than a divorce freeing both parties to find more suitable sex partners. Nor is it easy to simply say that Bill is an out-and-out homosexual, merely using marriage as a false front of respectability. He does seem to love his daughter and, in a sense, he must love his wife, for he works steadily and provides a good living for them.
There is little reason to doubt that Bill was telling the truth when he said he has tried to "loosen" his wife's inhibitions. Perhaps professional help would be the answer for her, but she is unwilling, for she does not look upon herself as being anything but a "normal, decent woman." In such cases, it is almost impossible to persuade a person that he or she needs help.
Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on one's point of view, Bill does not have to "settle" for unsatisfactory sex with his wife. He knows that he can obtain satisfaction from his male sex partners. Bill maintains that he is not a true homosexual, but his wife would probably find little consolation in the fact that he is "cheating" on her with other males.
Much has been written about the increase in juvenile delinquency particularly in acts involving sex. A shocking number of youngsters from eight to eighteen are incarcerated in state institutions. Many of them learn about homosexuality when they might not otherwise have done so. And when they return to society, they carry the practice with them, either because they enjoyed sexual gratification from it, or because they feel they can profit financially from homosexual acts.
The case of Martha G. is an interesting one. It demonstrates that, although Martha was promiscuous from a very tender age, her activities were all heterosexual. Put away for her sex activities, she was subjected to the lesbian surroundings of a girl's institution, and eventually emerged into society as a confused individual who, for want of a better term, was a "frustrated bisexual."
At fifteen, Martha is a pretty girl. She has coalblack hair, a creamy skin, bright blue eyes, and a figure to qualify her for a modeling career. Only her eyes betray her. They are harsh, cynical, all-knowing yet, deep in their blue depths, one can see fear, confusion, doubts. At fifteen, this girl has enjoyed all the sexual experiences of an adult of fifty including motherhood though she knows most everything about sex, she knows little or nothing about love.
She likes sex. She gives her body to both males and females for the sheer pleasure of sexual relations. She asks for nothing in return except sexual excitement, and occasionally, gratification.
Martha has been aware of sex since she was not quite nine years old. It was at that point, that her brother, Joel, aged thirteen, introduced her to his body and the fun that they could have together. Since their parents both worked, and Joel "took care of her during the day," he had plenty of time to teach Martha about sex.
"We would be sitting on the couch, watching television," Martha began. "Joel often had his pants unzipped, and his cock would be sticking out in plain sight. He had a habit of playing with himself when we were alone. I had grown so used to it that half the time I didn't pay any attention.
"This one day, as he was fondling and rubbing his cock, he asked me if I would like to touch his thing and move it around for him. I was dumb. I didn't know any different. So I put my hand on his cock, and he laid back with his eyes closed, enjoying it while I played with his prick. It got all hard and swollen and he began breathing hard. I got a sort of good feeling, knowing that I was giving him pleasure. I loved Joel, you know, and it was good to please him.
"He sat up all of a sudden and told me to take my panties off, that we would play a game. I did as he told me. And then he had me lay down on the couch. He spread my legs and pressed his hand to my pussy. I squirmed all over with the new delight I felt. I liked it, right from the beginning.
"Joel rubbed his fingers over the lips of my pussy, teasing me and making me feel good. He told me not to be scared, that he wouldn't hurt me.
"He got down between my legs. I was watching him all the time as his mouth moved closer and closer to my pussy. I nearly jumped with joy when he put his mouth full on my cunt. I didn't have any hair on it yet, and I could see real plain when he stuck his tongue up inside me and began to lick that little knob that I liked to play with.
"Joel was like a hungry person. He practically chewed and licked my pussy off that first time. He tried to suck all of it into his mouth, and I loved every second of it. All the time, Joel was playing with his own hard cock. I got warm all over the bottom part of me, and I wanted more I didn't know what, then but I knew that there was more pleasure waiting for me, somehow.
"Finally, Joel shot some juice into his hand. He stopped sucking my cunt and jumped up and ran to the bathroom, and I heard the water running in the sink. When he came out, I was still there, my legs spread wide, waiting for him to finish with me. But he didn't. He told me to put my panties back on, and to not ever say anything to my mother and dad about our 'game.’
"Joel and I used to play games almost every day after that. He taught me a lot. He taught me how to suck his cock and nibble on it with my teeth, until he shot into my mouth. He used to nibbled on my clit, too, while he was sticking a finger up inside my cunt, and I began to 'come' almost every time. We used to talk about him fucking me, but he was afraid he'd hurt me, or that I'd have a baby. He wasn't too smart about things like that, so we were both scared to go ahead and really fuck. As it turned out, it wasn't Joel that broke my cherry was a friend of his from school. Joel brought Alfred home with him sometimes, and for the first couple of times he came over, Joel and I didn't do anything. But I sneaked up and watched them through Joel's bedroom window, and I saw them jerking each other off and then they would suck each other's cocks until they came.
"The next time they went into Joel's room, I just walked right in after them and told them that I wanted to play, too.
"Joel wasn't too sure he wanted to share our games, but Alfie coaxed him, and so I got into bed and took off my panties. Joel showed Alfie how he sucked my pussy and then I sucked Joel's cock. Alfie got so excited watching us, that he took out his cock and began to jerk it. I finished Joel and then went over and sucked Alfie off. While I was sucking him, Joel began to suck me and finger-fuck me at the same time. Alfie came right away, but I kept on playing with his prick to keep it hard.
"It was different with Alfie, somehow. I got more of a kick out of doing things with him. I pushed Joel away and told Alfie to get between my legs and stick his prick into me. He looked at Joel, but my brother didn't say anything, so Alfie crawled on top of me and began to fit his prick into my pussy.
"I was pretty wet and juicy from all the sucking and finger-play, and Alfie's little prick went in pretty easy. It didn't hurt much, and I was so excited that I wouldn't have noticed it anyhow. Joel and I had talked about fucking so much, it was like a big adventure for me. Joel sat there watching us, and playing with his prick like crazy. I didn't have a real come when Alfie began to jerk real fast, in and out, but I felt the hot spurt of his come shoot inside me. He climbed off, and I still wasn't satisfied. I asked Joel if he wanted to try, and Alfie spoke up and urged him to do it, saying that I was a 'good little piece of ass.’
"Joel was already hard, so he just climbed on me and began to push his cock in. I was extra slippery from Alfie's come inside me, so it was easy. I reached up and pulled Joel to me and we began to kiss, sucking tongues. I began to feel all hot and tingly down between my legs, and as Joel lunged faster and harder, I tried to keep up. It was thrilling when he kept rubbing his prick against my clit, and this time. I came just as Joel shot into me. I moaned and rolled my body and I wanted to keep him inside me so I could come again, but he was sort of scared that my mother and dad would come home and catch us, so we didn't do anymore that time. But for the next year or so, until Joel began to date girls, we had some real good times Joel and some of his boy friends.
"I caught him screwing his girl in our garage one day, and I knew then why he wasn't fooling around much with me anymore. He was getting all he wanted from his girl.
"I didn't mind because I knew that I could get boys to do it to me any time I wanted. They were all making grabs at my titties, since they had grown round and nice, and some of them were already asking me to screw. Besides, I had another source of sex by then.
"Jane was my closest friend at school and sometimes she would stay all night at my house. We started off by just playing with each other masturbating each other then we finally went down on each other. I didn't like it as much as with boys, but it was better than nothing.
"When I was twelve almost thirteen I had my first man. The rest had been young boys, none of them over sixteen. But Mr. Braisey, my math teacher, used to make eyes at me, and he'd brush against me and try to feel my tits. After awhile, I began to wonder how it would be to have a real big cock inside me. He was cute, too, and I liked the sexy way he looked at me and touched me. So I asked him one day if he'd help me after school with some problems I didn't understand. He jumped at the chance and that afternoon, when I went to his room, I guess we both knew what we wanted to happen. He locked the door and I just walked up to him and he took me in his arms and began to kiss me. I rubbed my pussy hard against his prick, moving my ass around, and I could feel it getting hard right off the bat.
"He reached up under my dress and stuck his fingers inside my pussy, massaging my clit with his thumb while he shoved one finger up into my asshole sort of like a 'bowling ball' grip. I was hot as hell, and he just picked me up and carried me into the cloakroom and laid me on the floor. I took off my panties while he got out of his, and I was really excited when I saw the size of his cock. It was as long and round as a salami bigger than my dad's; I had watched him going at my mother plenty of times.
"Mr. Braisey started to say something about it hurting me, but I told him I'd been fucking for almost two years and that it would be all right. I spread my legs and put my fingers down and opened the lips of my cunt, and he lowered himself down over my pussy, his prick in his hand, and fitted the head of it inside me. It felt wonderful, but when he began to shove it deep inside me, I thought I'd bust wide open. It seemed to be filling my whole insides!
"But I got used to the size of it real quick, and when I began to move my hips, and wrapped my legs around his back, it was like heaven for me. I moaned- and groaned and he was panting and slobbering. When we came together, it was like a couple of dogs going at it. He made me sing all over, and when he'd finished, I kept on wiggling my hips and ass, and sucking his tongue, murmuring how good it was, and for him to fuck me again. And pretty quick, he began to set up that good rhythm, plunging his cock deep inside me with every lunge, and then we exploded together again!
"We did it a lot after that, and I liked it so well with a grown man that I didn't even bother with the boys anymore. I tried it on two of my other teachers, and it worked the same. They were wild for a young, tight pussy, and when they found that I'd suck them off, too, I had it all my own way. I made a mistake, though, when I began to take money for it. Word had gotten around school that I was an easy lay, and then they began to say that I was a whore. I was taking money from two guys, old men who couldn't get any young stuff any other way. Then the first thing I knew, I was pregnant! I needed money for an abortion, and I got nasty with Mr. Braisey and a couple of the others, and one of them must have told the police that I was blackmailing them. They all denied having sex with me, and since I couldn't prove it, it was me that got the dirty end of the stick.
"They put me in a juvenile home for unwed mothers, and I had the baby and gave it away for adoption I never even saw it. The first week I was back home, my father caught me fucking a boy and asked the courts to take over. They put me in this joint, and if they think that this gets a girl away from sex they've got rocks in their heads! There's more sex going on here than in any whorehouse.
"I was the youngest one in the place when I came here, and you should have seen the lesbians flock around me. I was young, tender stuff to them, even though I'd already had a baby. And after two years of females sucking your cunt and masturbating you, you almost forget guys altogether. I mean, nobody but another female can hit the spots with her fingers, tongue, teeth and her pussy. I was lucky two of the older girls up there actually fell in love with me, and that's when you get really taken care of when a 'les' loves you.
"I'm due to get out of here soon. They're going to try me in a foster home a preacher, I think they said. But I'll tell you this: if they think that I've been cured of being sexy, they're nuts. I learned now that nobody has to go without sex, no matter where you are.
"I don't think I've become a les, but I sure do like lesbian sex. I've done a lot of thinking about being 'caught' again getting pregnant and maybe for the first few weeks I'm out, I'll stick with lesbian sex. That's a good cover-up, too, because most stuffed shirts don't figure that two girls are having sex, even though they room or sleep together.
"Maybe, when I'm old enough to be my own boss, I'll become a prostitute. I know I could, because I was. Or, I might marry some jerk and settle down, because I know I can get all the sex on the side that I want. I don't know much, and I'm no ball of fire at working, so maybe that's the best answer. I know I won't go back home. Who needs that? There are thousands of sexy guys out there, and almost as many sexy women, and I've got what they want a young, sexy body, and a willingness to give out. So, what have I got to be afraid of?"
Martha seems to typify many of today's youths who have indulged in bisexual activities. In a study of young persons (eighty-four boys and fifty-six girls) who admitted to bisexual behavior, Dr. Alien Kimbell learned that seventy-five percent had entered into homosexuality by their own choice, and of this number, almost all seriously doubted that they would ever again become strictly heterosexual. Another survey showed that almost half the girls questioned said they would not give up lesbianism after they married no matter how satisfactory sex relations with their husbands might be. A few said that they might "cut down," and only two percent stated positively that they would give up lesbianism after marriage.
The conclusion of the experts is that the number of persons who engage in bisexual relations is growing, and the conclusions are that women are participating in bisexual acts at a rapidly increasing rate.
Many a young wife finds it easier, safer and wiser, to engage in lesbian activities as a change from routine marital sex, than it is to have affairs with other men. Another attractive aspect of homosexual relationships while married is that most parties have "transient" affairs. They meet, go to bed, have sexual contact, then part, with no cloying entanglements. This seems particularly suited to couples who have children, and who do not wish to sever the marriage ties, because of the kids. Thus, they can "have their cake and eat it, too," by keeping up an outwardly normal marriage appearance while indulging in secret homosexual activities.
Finally, the experts agree, there is the "forbidden fruit" aspect, for the bisexual individual is always playing with the possibility that he might be caught. This usually lends a very unique kind of excitement to his sexual activities with both partners.