The show and entertainment being put on at The Club was one of the most fascinating and enlightening events I have ever encountered in my life. Of course, as in any type of entertainment designed to appeal to a number of different tastes, some items of this spectacular demonstration had more emotional effect on me than others, but they were all interesting in that they showed the wide divergence to which men, and women, have been able to direct the basically simple biological urge.
We all come equipped with a primitive instinctual sexual urge to mate, for the ultimate purpose of propagating our species. Its the same for birds and horses and mice and men. So that we will be sure to do it, Nature made it fun. But as the human race became more complex, with customs and morals and fears and guilts, our sex-life got further and further away from basic principles, and nowadays, not once in a thousand times, is any sex-act accomplished for the sole purpose of creating a child.
Instead very often, the participants are escaping from something, possibly their own inadequacies and tensions, almost every time they employ what should be the free and joyous instinctive urge of procreation. And the mechanics of satisfying these twisted urges has become so complicated and far-removed from the basic principle that the end result is often self-defeating. In a sense we have become so turned around in our search for emotional relief in an area that has stringent social and moral taboos, that we end up hating ourselves for lack of something truly rewarding to feast on.
In my own case, my need for sex and love with little immature girls, preferably forcing them to endure my attentions as victims, could only be the product of a soul warped from normal and productive paths by some early unremembered injury, and the result is far from the original intent of the basic sex-urge that lies in every human.
And the show at The Club was to demonstrate some urges» and desires that made even mine seem palely normal by comparison, indulged in and appreciated by people whose fundamental biological instincts had been deviated into paths even more bizarre than my own. Some of these variations I could witness with interest, others calmly but objectively, and some with an active distaste which bordered on loathing. And the odd thing about my reactions to these latter exhibitions, was that-deep within myself I knew that the ones I loathed were ones which somehow had deep emotional significance for me. If they had not had importance, I would not have reacted so violently toward them.
It's like the belligerently virile man who boasts that he always beats up fairies and all queers. The fact that he has to talk this way, and may even follow up his words with bellicose actions, only proves that he is not sure of his own masculinity and normalcy, and has to keep proving to himself and to the world that he is different and better than the terrible homosexuals whom he despises and fights. A well-balanced and self-accepting man is able to take things or leave them, without getting all worked up about someone whose manners and habits are different from his own. You only get mad at things that strike home close to your own problems.
But to get back to the big show at The Club, that fantastic institution housed in the central core of one of the best-known, most exclusive, and most accessible new buildings in mid-town Manhattan. Surrounded by expensive business offices, professional suites, and executive board rooms, it occupied the center of ten floors, was easily available geographically to its select wealthy members, and provided a literally unlimited repertoire of sexual variations for the pleasure of its guests who could qualify by reason of wealth and desire for emotional and physical abnormalities in intimate sexual activities.
The next act which was presented for the delectation of the critical and interested audience involved three generations of a well-known industrial family whose name I will not mention, although it is famous as the cornerstone of many sound enterprises, and has been free of any breath of scandal in the public press. All three members of this family project we were to witness were males and consisted of grandfather, father and preadolescent son.
All three strode into the center of the dance-floor stage, around the raised rim the rest of us sat while enjoying the spectacles, and the older man, probably nearly seventy years of age, introduced himself and his partners, “Those of you who don't know me have at least heard of me. This is my son, and the little fellow there is my grandson. The fact that we are members here means that our ideas of some kinds of fun are different from most people's, and we come here to enjoy these different ideas.”
The old man's voice was intent but slightly cracked, indicating his advancing years, but his manner was as strong and dominating as that of a much younger man, showing that he still was vigorous and alert. Now he continued, “When I was a young fellow myself, I managed to get into trouble with several different girls, and they caused me a lot of headaches and cost me a lot of money, and all I ever got out it was a few minutes of fun. So I began thinking, and I came up with a system that has worked out pretty well in a number of different ways.”
“I got married and I had children, just like the rest of the men my age. But most of the time I was able to avoid women and the troubles they gave me by the simple system of using men and boys to satisfy my sex urges. It's really very easy and is better for everybody concerned.”
“I had plenty of money and a good business, so I'd look around and find me a good-looking, bright young boy. I'd tell his family I was looking for a smart young fellow to be trained in my business, and I wanted to send him to special schools and give him special training. The family, usually middle-class, were pleased and complimented, and went along with anything I proposed, including having their son come to live with me or in a boarding school of my choice.”
The boy soon saw that he ought to do anything to please me, for he was getting everything he wanted and was being trained for a much better place in the world than his family could ever offer him. And one of the things I wanted was to use him for satisfying my sex desires. They all came to see things my way very soon, and I can tell you that there are over a dozen wealthy influential men in the business world today who got their start and the push that sent them to the top because they bared their bottoms to me over the last forty years. And most of them have since adopted my system for their own lives.
“What can you do for a woman but give her money and jewels and a place to live for a while? For a man you can make his whole life for him, and he knows it. When a cute young girl has turned into an old wrinkled hag or a fat clubwoman, a man is still reaping the benefits of the start he got from cooperating with me. When you want a child from your wife, screw hell out of her till you get it. But the rest of the time, get your kicks out of boys who are appreciative. Girls have to cash in on what they have in just a few years, but a boy or man has a whole life to work out and a good start means he has it made.”
“I explained my system to my son about the time he began wanting to play around with girls. At first he was upset to think that his old man was a queer, or something like that, but after he gave it a try he found that my system works out fine for routine sex, although you may want a dame for special occasions, and you need one for a nominal wife and to make babies. Now he has been using the system for many years and it works as well for him as it did for me.
“My grandson son who is here with us tonight, has shown a precocious interest in sex, although I'm sure he is still to young physically to be able to do much about it, but we decided to let him have a start at our system tonight just to get him used to it. His father and I are going to demonstrate on boys, as would be expected, but because he is new to all this, we are allowing my grandson to use a girl. In a way I'm sort of glad he is, because it will give him a chance to prove that asses are just as good as pussies for giving him his kicks, and he'll find out soon enough that a male ass is just as good as a female one.”
“There's one more thing I want to emphasize before we get started on this party. What I have been talking about is sexual relief, which every man needs from time to time, as you all damned well know. I'm not talking about drooling nauseating sophomoric love, or any of that shit that the really gay boys puke at each other and get so upset about. I'm talking about a practical arrangement, not a sentimental attachment. Get that straight. So let's get going.”
A bright-eyed boy of about eleven, with dark curly hair, probably of Italian extraction, strode out onto the floor and stripped off the silk robe he was wearing. His body was hairless but from the development of his muscles and frame, it was obvious that he was on the threshold of puberty and in a year or less would turn into a handsome alert charming and aggressive youngster who would go a long way in the world. He showed no embarrassment at the role he was called upon to play, and obviously was pleased with the deal he had made with his life so far. He knew which side his bread was buttered on, and was going all out to make the most of the fabulous opportunity which had been offered to him.
This boy went over and stood beside the old man, companionably, as a son might, but with none of the simpering affectations of an emotional homosexual with pseudo-feminine gestures, effeminate hair, or make-up. The old man slapped him lightly on the shoulder and indicated that they would ready for action soon.
The next sex-partner to appear was a chubby round little boy of possibly nine years, blond hair and blue eyes, who seemed alarmed but not ashamed at the number of witnesses to his coming activities. He was too young to be effectively judged, but he must have had a good potential in many ways or he would not have been selected as a playmate by these canny men who could select and choose from so many boys. This child strode up to the middle man of the bizarre family and dropped his robe, revealing a plump boyish body that still showed a layer of childish fat on it, covering the uniformed muscles and bony framework. His little penis was hardly visible in the roundness of his thighs and slightly protruding lower belly, but his buttocks were fully rounded and out-thrusting, almost like a developed woman's. From this sample alone, one could see that the son of the old man had never completely rid himself of a love for feminine smooth roundness and a cute fat ass.
The third partner to join the performing family was a little girl whose age I would guess at about eight. She had brown hair in pigtails, a cute face that looked a little worried, and a delightfully formed little body that was obviously years away from becoming mature. Her legs were quite long and round, her torso was erect and round, and her face was cute and round. A cute, round little girl. She was appreciably smaller than her elected partner, the grandson of the old tycoon, but she did not seem afraid or even embarrassed as she went up to him and stood beside him in her charming little nakedness.
The old man now spoke again, saying. “1 picked this boy for several reasons. He is good-looking and will be a really handsome lad when he grows up. I'm probably trying to extend my long-lost youth through him. But the main thing is that he is knowingly gambling his present conduct, which he thinks is wrong, against a chance to have what he wants later when he grows up. He rightly figures that if he plays ball now with me, he'll have the world by the tail and be a big-shot in his own right while he's still young enough to enjoy the privileges of being a big-shot.”
The son of the family then explained his choice. “I picked this young boy because I've never been able to go along all the way with my father's idea. In principle, yes. But I still like a partner who is soft and warm and round and cuddly, and at least a little feminine. And I like a little active cooperation from my partners, too. I don't want to just use them. I want them to get in the act, too and contribute something to our relationship when we are together. You'll see what I mean as we go along.”
Now came the turn of the grandson to explain why he was using this girl-child for his demonstration. His grandfather had shown why it was permitted, since male and female asses were the same for sex-purposes, and he wanted to prove to his grandson at even this early age that an ass could be as satisfying as a pussy, and much safer and better in other ways.
The grandson stepped up beside his even younger girl partner and put his arm around her shoulder. She looked up into his face and smiled at this gesture of friendship and then the boy spoke. “I've never seen this girl before just now, but I told Dad and Grandpa what I wanted and they picked out just the girl I would have. I've heard all the talk about who has sex with who, and probably because I'm so young it doesn't make much sense to me, or even seem very important. But I asked a lot of questions, so they said if I wanted to learn the answers, I could come down here and see and hear and try for myself tonight. So here I am. I've never seen any kind of sex act in my life, but I know that when my prick gets stiff it feels good to play with it. I've never had a chance to examine what a girl is like down there where she is different from a boy, and I'm going to do that tonight too. And I'm going to try anything else that occurs to me or that I see that looks as though it would be fun. They tell me that this girl's name is Carol, so, Carol, I hope we have fun together tonight. Dad said that you had tried all these kind of things before, so maybe you'll be able to show me and tell me more than my Dad and Grandpa can, since you're nearer my age and will know what I want to know and how I feel about things.”
After the completion of these introductions, the three men of the family all began their demonstrations and experiments, and they progressed simultaneously, all working at the same time. Like any three ring circus, the spectators could not watch everything, and so often missed interesting and instructive details which they would have enjoyed if only one act had been going on at one time. We will try to describe the activities of the three different couples so that nothing will be missed.
The grandfather took off his silk dressing-gown and tossed it casually to one side, revealing an aging body still in amazingly good condition. His arms, legs and torso were quite thin and corded, with little excess fat except where a slight paunch showed below his waist in front. His buttocks were thin and slightly sagging where the flesh had lost some of its tone, but he was a superb physical specimen for his age. His cock was quite long even while limp, with ridges of veins showing along the shaft and a palely purple head of manly proportions. His balls were of good size and his pubic hair was mostly white.
The good-looking boy who was going to service this patriarch of the family smiled up at the old man, gave him a playful, almost challenging wink of co-conspirators, and leaned forward over the edge of a table which had been provided for the use of the sportsmen. The old man seemed to forget completely the existence of a surrounding audience of his friends and colleagues as he went about the serious and intent occupation of enjoying himself and proving his unusual system of sexual safety and satisfaction. He stood behind his boyfriend's out-thrust bottom, not touching it in any way, and began lightly playing with his own gnarled cock, readying it for the coming exercise.
Considering his age, his tool came alive very rapidly and in a matter of seconds it was sticking out before its owner proudly, the weathered and veined surface bearing witness to long and mighty use in the toils of sex. And now the old man advanced his lance toward its target, probing with the firm sensitive end between the slightly parted cheeks of the bending boy. As he felt this omen of the approaching assault, the boy writhed and wriggled his bottom, not only to please and excite the old man, but also to assure that the entering weapon was aimed and directed properly for a satisfactory later connection.
No mention had been made of any such preparations, but I am sure that the boy had lubricated his anus with some kind of grease so that he would be able to receive the old man's cock easily and comfortably for both of them without the necessity for thrusting and driving to break past the initial resistance of a dry anal sphincter. This would in no way interfere with the old man's pleasure in buggering his boy, and might even increase it by providing smoother more sensuous contact between their contacting flesh. It would have no effect on the actual tightness of the hole which the old man was using, for that was controlled almost entirety by the boy himself, depending on how tightly he clenched his ass around the penetrating shaft. And just plain tightness in a hole to be fucked is not necessarily an unmixed blessing.
By now the old man had his long thick stiff tool buried to the hilt in the dark handsome boy's bottom, and was clasping the firm slim hips with his strong old hands, to assure himself a good stance and a firm base of operation. The boy, obviously experienced in the desires and whims of his patron, now slid back on the table a little, easing out toward the old man, and spreading his feet a little so as not to be caught off balance by the coming action.
At first with short strokes, but increasing to full length surges, the old man now began his enraptured buggering of his willing partner. In and out, in and out, with firm commanding rhythm and rigid penetrating prick, the grandfather drove pistonlike within the eager cylinder of the boy's receiving rectum. Hands on the boy's hips guided and supported him, and from time to time he looked down between their connected bodies to watch with fascination as his rigid tool bridged the gap between them.
And now the training and eagerness and genius of the cooperating boy came into evidence. His actions did not constitute the major movements of the copulation at all, but they provided the artistic and rewarding and satisfying counterpoint which made the main theme of simple plugging really worthwhile for the old man.
All his motions had to be performed without violence for fear of dislodging his en-sheathed partner, but the boy managed to demonstrate a versatile catalogue of accomplishments which would have been an inspiration and instruction to any ardent woman, and which provided a maximum of excitement and stimulation and sensation to his patron.
He bounced up and down on his toes at a tempo several times faster than the plunging rhythm of the old man, and this gave additional thrills to the buried cock by dragging it alternately against the upper and lower walls of the engulfing rectum. He heaved from side to side, giving the same varied pleasures in the other dimension. He tightened and loosened the ring of his sphincter so that the tension on the old man's tool varied irregularly, sending unexpected and delighting sensations into his patron's loins and working him rapidly toward his climax. And finally, his upper body resting only on his chest and shoulders on the table-top, the versatile boy reached down between his own legs and began gently playing with the tightly drawn up balls of his elderly partner. At the first touch of the boy's hands on his tensed scrotum, I could see the old man's ass-cheeks clench with rising passion. His tight cremasteric reflex was already showing his high motional and sexual pitch, and it was obvious now that the moment of truth was at hand.
The boy now was easing back and forth in movements exactly opposite to his patron's, thus increasing the thrills which were being provided while decreasing the exertions necessary by the old man to achieve them. It was cooperation and team-work of the highest caliber, and represented not only practice and experience, but a real emotional sympathy and understanding between two souls who were willing to give, each in his own way, that he might receive in different kind, from the other, for their mutual benefit.
The old man's eyes were staring fixedly ahead, intent only on his imminent ejaculation. Even so, the grip of his hands on the boy's hips was more in the nature of a fond and appreciative caress than a demanding, enforcing grasp to insure his sexual satisfaction. Certainly there was more between these two that the purely commercial and sexual relationship of aging 'Auntie' and prat-boy.
They were willingly working together, admittedly in an unorthodox and socially unacceptable milieu, for their mutual welfare and their common present and future.
Now the old man's strokes became short and jolting, and the boy's reactions followed him as well as possible. We all knew that spurts of the old man's gism were jetting into the handsome young man's asshole and that the boy was welcoming this tribute from his patron and accepting his duties as part of a mutually beneficial bargain which the two of them had worked out between themselves. The gnarled, veined, still-potent cock of the old man was ramming vigorously in and out of the tightly clenched sheath, and it was obvious that the old man was enjoying to the highest degree the physical ecstasy he was experiencing, as his loins boiled over and sent his seed shooting out.
With his advancing years he had come to realize that each orgasm, no matter how achieved, might possibly be his last, so each was taking on a poignancy and importance that it would not have had in the years of his youth or middle-age. As a result, the recipient of his ejaculation also took on increased importance, so that this boy was sure of a wonderful start in his social and business life, from the sendoff which the old man was providing for him.
Gradually the vigor of the old man's pumping slackened, and we could see his tool begin to bend as he thrust into the boys bottom, no matter what the two partners did to stimulate him further. At last the old man admitted he shot his bolt, and withdrew his sagging tool from the still willing boy. The lad, feeling this, jumped up and got a clean towel with which he wiped clean his benefactor's cock, and then began to wipe his own bottom which was oozing injected semen.
The old man's face seemed almost sad for a moment as he realized that he had used up another of his few remaining ejaculations, but then he brightened and turned to face the audience, his arm around the shoulders of his alert handsome young partner in a fatherly rather than a carressingly intimate gesture. With a brisk salutation that was half salute and half defiance, he waved at the assembly. He had proved his thesis, as it applied to himself, and possibly in its universal application. Let the audience judge for themselves, and conduct themselves accordingly in their future dealings with variations on the basic theme of sexual satisfactions.
When the middle man of this family group started to demonstrate his use of the old man's theory, he at first seemed a little embarrassed at performing before an audience. The fact that he was not so firm a convert to the system was evident from the fact that his partner was more obviously a substitute female, with soft roudnesses, and none of the trim incipient masculinity which the grandfather's partner had shown. But the boy who was to perform with him knew his job, and had no intentions of jeopardizing a wonderful future by failing at such an important time as this.
The boy had been selected as having not only a cute body for sexual use now and in the near future, but also for having a good mind and a strong sense of motivation and psychological drive which would make him a business success in later years when his present duties would be paying off most handsomely. And this will to succeed showed up now.
As the man hesitated, the boy immediately sank to his knees before his patron, and looking up adoringly into the man's worried face, he fondled his limp useless cock gently and carressingly, stroked the low-hung bag of balls, and then sucked the pale soft head of the flaccid tool into his full-lipped boyish mouth. The man looked down in surprise at these aggressive gestures from his supposedly passive and submissive partner, and then glanced at the audience to see how they were taking it. The onlookers, of course, could have not been shocked by anything that could have happened. Their worst reaction would have been boredom, for their very presence here at The Club meant that they were all interested in sexual activities so bizarre and wild and so far removed from so-called normal things, that they could not be safely achieved anywhere except in an institution devoted to the strangest and most varied sex acts.
The chubby little youngster seemed to realize that if his patron was going to succeed in his part of the demonstration, his attentions would have to be kept firmly fixed on the definitely sexual aspects of the performance, for otherwise he would be emotionally blocked by the presence of the witnessing audience and his father and young son.
This meant that the man's sexual interest had to be aroused immediately, and the smart little boy went right about his job. With his cherubic mouth in front of the limp cock of his patron, he proceeded to suck the head of the man's dickey into his hot moist mouth and then blow it out, and suck it in and blow it out very rapidly, so that only the sensitive glans was stimulated, but that very quickly and repeatedly within the boy's lips. The man looked down to identify this novel and pleasant form of stimulation and smiled.
The battle for his attention was won.
Now the boy really went to work with technique and intensity to excite his patron and to prepare him for the consummating act of pedestry between them. At all times the boy's worshipping eyes looked up into his guardian's face, seeking assurance that he was providing pleasure for the man, and showing his eagerness to do everything possible to provide that pleasure. The full sensuous lips encircled the stiffening penis and sucked and gripped it into increasing rigidity. The plump, short-fingered hands teased and caressed and stroked the shaft of the lengthening tool, and then titillated and touched with loving gentleness the wrinkled bag of testicles which hung from its base.
As he half-squatted before his patron, the boy's full hips and buttocks, almost womanly in their size and proportions; swelled out behind him and were the focus of the man's glances as he anticipated their coming joining. Aware of this scrutiny, the canny boy managed to wiggle and squirm his round bottom most seductively in a way reminiscent of a sexy woman who can swivel her ass around in a most tantalizing way while just walking from a man she wants to attract… but is pretending to ignore.
By now the ardent attentions of the boy to his impassioned and technically superb cock-sucking had achieved the desired effect of arousing his guardian to a state of rigid randiness, where his only interest and goal was to bury his stiff tool in some hot moist receptive canal to assuage the wonderful pulsing pressures which were building up within his loins. Once or twice he tried to shove the boy's cute sucking head away from his out-standing cock, but each time the boy showed some new and more rewarding trick of fellation, and the man relaxed to savor the new thrill for a few moments more.
Finally the boy saw that the time was really ripe, and he abandoned his cock-sucking as suddenly and unexpectedly as he had begun it. He leaped to his feet and flung his round, chubby, almost feminine body against his master's chest in an expression of affection and reassurance, pressing hips to hips, and plump almost breasted chest to adult hairy male chest. The man patted him affectionately on the back to show his appreciation and then the boy ducked away and bent him self across another part of the large table which was for the use of all three parts of this family act.
As he lay on his stomach on the surface, his full chubby round bottom bare and fully exposed to the coming penetration by his patron, the full plump thighs dangled down from the prominent buttocks, and his feet did not reach the floor. This was going to be quite a different type of buggery from what the old grandfather had indulged in with his older, more active, and more masculine partner.
The man, his cock swinging rigidly before him, approached the table and fondled the soft warm round curves of the boy's waiting bottom, caressing the silky flesh, and running his finger between the plump cheeks which seemed to clench in protest at his digital violation. Then he slid his hands up and down the boy's full smooth thighs, spreading them slightly by the motion, and so small and undeveloped were the child's genitals that they completed the picture of sexless effeminacy were invisible from the back in this pose, and for the allegedly passive partner.
Now the man, in his turn, knelt down behind his pathic lover, and kneaded the firm full globes of the child's ass with his hands, spreading them and pressing them together as he tested their warm resiliency and elasticity. Then the man planted a quick kiss on the summit of each delightful round hillock, and blew a kiss between their lovely prominences which he spread momentarily. As he rose and took his attacking position behind the boy, it was obvious that this love-play of the last minute had even further increased the passion of the man, and readied him for his role of aggressor in the mock-rape he was about to enact, unnecessary though, such actions were to the practical outcome of their liaison.
The man put his hands firmly on the boy's hips, seeming to hold him in place by force, and the boy pretended to squirm and object to being thus handled. With one hand the man tried to separate the bulbous cheeks between which his probing cock was already seeking entrance. The boy pretended to writhe and wince and lurch aside to avoid the thrust, for in their game the master must overcome him by at least a show of force. A willing partner of either sex was no fun to indulge in sexual activity with. He had to prove himself master of the situation and be able to force his attentions upon an unwilling recipient.
By now the man had his cock firmly between the pouting cheeks of the smooth round ass, and was gripping the full hips with his hands to make sure that he did not lose the ground already gained through some escape maneuver of his victim. With a firm hold on the body before and below him, the man gave a mighty heave and thrust with his steel-hard cock. He must have been on target and the way for his entrance certainly had not been eased with any lubrication, for everyone could see the boy cringe and wince as he felt his anal portal being stretched by the penetration of the man's adequately large and virile prick.
The boy's whole chubby body was quivering and shaking as though racked with sobs and terrible pains, but the participants and the watchers knew that this was just superb acting with the added advantage of providing increased contact and stimulation for the man as he drove into his partner's childish rectum. The man's hands kept the boy's body and chest pressed down tight against the table in a position of helpless subjection, and the struggles of the prone boy were just enough to give verisimilitude to this portrayal of homosexual rape, without, in reality, endangering the position and success of the welcome raper. Each to his own taste, and the boy was providing exactly what he knew his patron wanted and most enjoyed.
The man had rammed his thick stiff tool full-deep into the struggling boy's bottom, and was now forcibly stroking himself in and out of that tight, hot, well-padded sheath. He at all times maintained a pose of masterful dominance over his victim, and seemed to be subjecting him to a frightful ordeal of agonizing buggery. At the end of each stroke, the man's belly was driven heavily against the cushioning firm round cheeks of the boy's buttocks, and his throbbing long thick cock was buried inches deep within the hugging hot slippery canal of the childish rectum.
And at each stroke, the boy managed to wince and shudder and jerk in some way that would give his raper a new and different sensation and thrill, either by contact with hot quivering buttocks, or a special squeeze of his clenching anal sphincter, or by a twisting heave of his hips that pressed his rectum sideways against the penetrating bar of gristle. Once he spread his thighs widely as though in agonized reaction to a particularly heavy as the man plunged hard against him, the boy thrust from his master, and on the next stroke, snapped his thighs and asscheeks tightly together, catching for a moment the man's scrotum in a warm soft tender trap which gave a wholly new thrill to the ardent pumper behind.
So well thought out and nicely executed was this pseudo-rape of the child's bottom by a cruel pervert, that the man was soon building up to a terrific climax, even before he expected it himself. Each development of the crescendo had been so perfect that it was going to culminate very soon in a roaring soaring glorious orgasm for the man.
He was beyond the stage where any playacting by the clever boy made any difference. Sheer instinct drove his pelvis as it pounded against the round cheeks before him, driving the throbbing prick in and out of the caressing and exciting tube between them. Thrilling sensations flowed up through his rigid cock in an unending river of passion, flooding his loins and raising his sex-pressure till he had no ability or desire to hold it in. He could feel the intense intimate throbbings within his pelvis focus and concentrate into a final series of exotic and delirious spasms that sent his sperm spurting out in mucous globblets that seared his cock and soul as they passed from him into the lovingly receptive bowels of his cute young boy-partner in this bizarre coupling.
Still he pounded into and against the child's bottom, determined to savor to the utmost this most exciting and fulfilling event of all the off-beat experiences he had encountered during his adherence to the system promulgated and enforced by his father. Jolt after jolt of relieving semen shot from him to be sucked up within the rectum of his loving pseudo-victim, and each seemed more satisfying than the last. He had never believed himself capable of so huge and rewarding an ejaculation, and he secretly and silently prayed to himself that he would be privileged to enjoy more thrills as deep and lasting as this one had been.
At last the fountain of his loins ran dry and he could feel his weapon begin to sag into impotency even with all the emotional fervor he could still contribute to the relationship. His hands on the boy were now frankly caressing, as distinguished from the dominating and enforcing grips of a few minutes earlier when he had to maintain the fiction of raping and victimizing the child's ass. The strokes and pats of his fingers were frankly loving, and the boy understood the change, knowing that his own ardor and willingness and effectiveness had brought about the alteration in attitude.
The man's flaccid cock plopped from the slippery hole it had so wonderfully used. The boy did not wait to bother with a towel, but dropped before his patron and lovingly sucked his master's dangling cock clean, handling it and murmuring to it with all the intensity and concentration of a child involved with a symbol of its love. If the boy had been a girl, and the limp cock a doll, the child would have been dressing it in its best clothes and tenderly putting it to bed with all professions of love and affection.
When he was sure that his master was well cared for, and the beloved cock all clean and safe, the chubby little boy got a towel and wiped his bottom, from which the man's gooey sperm was dribbling, despite the utmost tightness with which the child tried to hold it in and save 't. Then the two partners in this bizarre travesty of mating left the stage where they had been performing, the man's arm tenderly cuddling the plump childish, almost feminine form of the round little boy.
Now we can turn our attentions to the third and probably the most unusual couple who were going to perform in this three-ring family circus, as proofs of the old man's theories as to the relative value of men and women as sexual outlets for busy ambitious men. The grandson, possibly ten years old, himself, was being indoctrinated into this strange family custom, even though he was obviously much too young to be able to benefit himself by ejaculatory sexual pleasure from his bizarre experience. He had shown a normal childish interest in some aspect of pro-creative activity, and now he was being thrust headlong into a participating part in a wild orgy of homosexuality. Later trips to The Club would expose him to more forms of heterosexuality as practiced by the members, and long before he had matured enough to have his first emission and orgasm, the boy would know more by observation about the way-out aspects of sex than most mature adults ever dreamed about, let alone saw or experienced.
The boy turned to his little girl partner, a child of about seven or eight, and smiled in a friendly way at her as he carefully inspected what he could see of her. Then he led her by the hand over to the big table which was the stage for all the performances, and helped her scramble up on it, getting her to sit on its edge facing him. This brought her hips and crotch just below the level of his face, and in easy reach of his curious and searching hands. He felt all around her plump little hips and waist and chest, none of which were significantly different from his own ten-year-old parts.
But then he began to hit paydirt, when he got to investigating between her firm round little thighs. The little girl was already experienced in many matters of sex, and had been employed as a teacher for the boy because she was near enough his age and would not frighten him. She knew what he wanted to find out, and was willing and eager to teach him, by example on her own lovely little body. Before he could even ask, she lay down on her back on the padded surface of the table and spread her legs so that her little pussy was visible and available for his hands and eyes.
He was fascinated and working carefully, so as not to hurt his tiny little partner, he spread her thighs even further apart and raised her knees, so that she was completely exposed before him. Gently he felt and stroked the insides of her thighs and down her lower belly and around her firmly rounded bottom. Then, with a sensitive finger, he parted the plump lips that bordered the pink gash of her cunny, glancing up at her face to see if his move was alarming or hurting her in any way. She smiled back at him, for much bigger things than his finger had been thrust into her tiny hole and the net result, after the first time, had been pleasure rather than pain. And even for the pain, she had been handsomely rewarded with presents and money. Even at her tender years this child had found that sex was a good thing to know about and to do something about, for one way or another, it always seemed to be worthwhile.
Under her rapt encouragement, the boy spread her pussy wider open and down near the bottom he found a hole that seemed to lead right up into her body. At the top of her slit was a tiny knob, which he planned to investigate sometime later, but the mysterious hole was what he wanted to find out about now. Slowly and carefully his finger entered the warm moist tight canal, and with glances up to make sure it was all right with her, he pressed in. His fingers were not long, but almost immediately he was in as far as he could reach and had not hit bottom.
Then a sudden thought occurred to him. He pulled out his finger and pushed her little legs up even higher. But she was not fooling him. The hole he had felt was not her bottom hole, similar to his own. It was something entirely different and wonderful. And from things he had overheard and guessed, he thought that it had some use in connection with his little penis and with making babies. But if that were so, why had he actually seen his father and his grandfather and those crazy Negroes before them, using men's and boy's bottom holes to put their stiff dickeys in? It was all very confusing, and the boy realized that he was out of his depth and did not even know how to go about-getting the information he wanted or getting the nice feeling he hoped for from having his little dickey get hard and be played with.
The womanly-wise, although physically tiny girl immediately spotted his dilemma, and went about solving it in a most direct and satisfactory way. She coaxed him up onto the table beside her and made him lie down on his back. Then with no coyness or show of false modesty she set about doing what she liked to do and what she was being hired to do.
She leaned across his body and began playing lovingly and expertly with his immature little cock. He smiled in appreciation and as soon as he had the beginnings of a childish erection, she leaned even further and began sucking his little upright dingus with her hot eager mouth. It was so small, especially compared with some of the adult tools she had coped with for regular members of The Club, that his whole prick was easily encased in her mouth and she could exercise her well-trained tongue on it. She sucked the red end and he thought he'd never felt anything so good. She twisted and twirled her tongue and lips around his short shaft, and he knew he had found heaven on earth. And finally she sucked in hard on his whole dickey, engorging it to the limit, while flicking her versatile tongue across the sensitive meatal opening in the end, and the boy knew that heaven could wait, — he had it better here and now.
While still orally stimulating his dickey with all her accumulated techniques and wiles, she slowly rolled over and half-kneeled above his supine form. She was in no way demanding attention from him. She was offering her little pussy for his investigation and pleasure while she continued to amuse him to the best of her great ability.
Hesitatingly at first, but then with increasing interest and enthusiasm, the boy used his hands and eyes on the tiny pelvis so delightfully close and available. He peered and fingered and felt and caressed until it seemed that he wanted to memorize for all time every detail of female pelvic anatomy during this, his first lesson. Soon he had her straddling on her knees over his face, and both his hands were gently busy exploring her lovely little pussy and bottom, radiantly beautiful in warm shades of pink.
Again he paused as a question occurred to him. His glance went down to where the little girl was so effectively and willingly sucking and toying with his dickey. The onlookers could almost see the wheels of thought turning within the boy's head as he pondered the question. She was sucking his sex-parts. Would it be all right if he tried sucking hers?
Almost anything seemed all right in this crazy club, but he didn't want to make any bad mistakes that would upset Grandpa who had such crazy ideas. And what would a girl's pussy taste like? And would she like to have her pussy kissed as much as he now liked to have his dickey sucked? Her radiantly warm little cunny was just inches away from his face now, and — Nothing ventured; nothing gained!
Slowly, with his hands and arms lovingly clasped around her waist and hips, he pulled down, bringing her crotch slowly closer to his mouth. While it was still an inch or so away he stopped and stuck out his tongue to get a first taste of this newest adventure. The sensitive inquiring tip of his tongue dipped into the barely moist groove of her infantile pussy and he was pleased that she tasted mildly salty but very good.
His arms tightened some more and his mouth opened to enclose her whole slot as his tongue slid up and down between the firm plump lips that rimmed her little cunny. They were now clasped in each other's arms in a classic pose of '69', which they had selected themselves because it provided wonderful feelings of closeness and sexiness and mutual giving and taking, and was altogether a fine idea. After a few moments, the girl slowly straightened out her legs and lay full upon her young lover, her thighs spread so he could breath easily, and his nose and eyes coming up between the pert round cheeks of her prominent buttocks. And her mouth was always busily engaged in finding new thrills for his rigid little dickey, while the hot breath from her nose warmed and excited the tiny bag of his balls.
After a few minutes of this delightful interlude, seemingly by simultaneous mutual consent, the two children rolled over on the padded table-top, so that they were doing the identical wonderful chores but with the boy on top and the girl on her back on the bottom. This offered no real novelty, however, and the girl knew that her instruction in sexual activities was far from completed merely because she had taught her partner that '69' could be fun for both participating parties, no matter what their ages.
She quickly slid out from under her boyish companion and helped him roll over on his back in preparation for his next lesson. Still manually playing with his stiff little tool, she squatted down over his hips, while he watched with consuming fascination, and slowly introduced the end of his dickey into the slot of her cunny. In this position she had complete mobility and could control every aspect of their joining, and also could let him see exactly what was happening between them.
As he felt the tip of his sensitized cock caressed by the warm saliva-wet lips of her little pussy, the boy knew that this was something he wanted more of, and soon. By instinct as well as by intent, he thrust upward to increase the contact, and the girl, her aim perfect, dropped her anxious pink hole eagerly on him, burying his little rod to the hilt in her soft warm body.
Once they were joined, she dropped from squatting, onto her knees, and was more comfortable and better able to perform her present duties of pumping her tiny sheath up and down on his little piston. Slowly at first, so as not to dislodge the little intruder, she began posting rhythmically, sure that the hot exquisite stimuli to the small symbol of moist walls of her pussy were providing delight to the rod of masculinity which they contained. As the two children became more accustomed to each other, she was able to writhe and wriggle her hips in every sensuous variation to give more thrills, both to herself and to her partner by infinite variations of the intimate contacts between them.
As the glories of inverted intercourse began to dawn on the boy, from feeling and seeing his partner's performance upon his re-recumbent form, he reached up and began caressing her arms and body, and even her face with hands so lovingly gentle that they showed his appreciation and thankfulness without a word being spoken. Instinctively his hands seemed to gravitate to the front of her chest where vestigial nipples, no more prominent than his own rudimentary useless buds, presaged womanly breasts years in the future. He felt and patted and caressed those barely visible spots, and the girl, aware of what he was doing and slightly stimulated by both the idea and the action, smiled down in pleasure at his efforts to have them both mature instantly.
After several minutes of this position, the girl stretched her legs out behind her and lowered her torso down onto his, still supporting some of her weight on her elbows, but providing a greatly increased area of bodily contact between them. Her thighs clasped his, her belly and chest were ardently pressing down on his, and her hands were as free as his to explore and excite and caress.
The boy seemed to realize then, that although they seemed to have done almost everything else, they had not yet performed that most common gesture of affection — they had not kissed. He reached up and tenderly took her head in his hands, drawing it slowly down toward his own. To him it seemed obvious that when two people wanted to kiss, they just brought their lips together. Working on this oversimplified basic premise, the boy's first attempt at a kiss of passion ended up as tow bumped noses. But with both children working on it, they learned how heads must be turned, and within seconds their young fervent loving lips were fused in a mutually exciting and rewarding kiss that added much to their feelings of belonging together and of loving together and of mutual acceptance.
Both of the children knew from past experience that when adults did these same things which they were doing, there came a time of greatly heightened action and passion, and after that, the party was over, at least for a while. However, since they were too young by far to experience or even expect an orgasm of any sort, this child's party could possibly go on almost indefinitely while they explored all possible permutations and combinations of sexual behavior which their physical development would permit. There certainly were no other limitations on their activities, for even if their audience became restive and wanted to indulge in their own forms of bizarre behavior, the kids could keep going on their own with no one to tell them that what they were doing was bad or immoral or dirty or nasty.
Now again the girl, as teacher, took the-initiative in introducing her partner to new ways for enjoying sex. She wiggled off his supine body and lay down beside him, head opposite his head and feet beside his. With a few words and urging gestures, she had him roll over on top of her, and then she spread her round little legs and raised her knees to give him full access to her waiting warm pussy.
He looked down between their slightly separated bodies and saw the exciting proximity of their sex-parts. With her hands guiding, he lowered his hips, and found that his stiff little tool slid easily deep into her hungry hole, bringing their pelvises tightly together in the age-old position of marital coitus.
Driven by primitive urges beyond his conscious control, the boy began pumping up and down upon her, his little piston stroking automatically within her loving cylinder. His arms surrounded her in a gesture of affection while supporting some of his weight, and his lips sought out hers to seal their togetherness with a long impassioned kiss that welded them into one in their mutual giving and receiving. To hold him even more securely to her, the girl wrapped her chubby little legs around his hips, her back bent almost double to get a good grip with her ankles locked together.
The view from directly at their feet was fascinating indeed. It presented a moving writhing mass of rounded hairless pink flesh, composed of a cute girlish bottom, bent and stretched so that her little asshole was exposed, and between the plump thighs pounded a tensed compressed boyish bottom with stretched out straining thighs. And at the center of this picture, all hot and pink and korking, could be seen a tiny stiff little prick pumping in and out of a hairless hot little pussy whose firm lips spread and rubbed lovingly along the little moving shaft which penetrated the little hole.
After some time at this phase of their acrobatics, the girl remembered that part of her duties was to introduce her partner into the possibilities of enjoying the rear entrance, either male or female, for his sexual uses. He was so engrossed in his present pleasures, that she had to bite his searching tongue quite sharply to bring him back to reality, and when she did, he raised his head and looked at her questioningly. She gently lowered her legs and thrust him off her panting heated body. When he started to protest, she indicated that this was not the end — there was at least one more act to follow, so he reluctantly agreed to cooperate.
Once free of his weight and body, she rolled over on her tummy, her legs slightly spread, and pointed for him to mount her in this position. He finally understood and knelt behind her between her legs, his little tool jutting proudly out in front of him. But now there came problems, for the deep crease between her round buttocks was an effective barrier for his short weapon. The girl hunched up her hips from the table a little, and then, resting her weight on her chest, she used her hands to spread the firm round hemispheres of her ass cheeks, revealing and exposing the tight button of her anus all pink and puckered at the bottom of the deep groove.
The boy got the message, and while she held all in readiness, he slowly eased himself down into that delightful nook, pressing aside and crushing away the wonderfully smooth soft round bulwark of her buttocks. At first there was resistance when he hit the target with his little lance, but his fervent pressure and her wiggling acceptance soon pierced that barrier and he achieved partial admission into her little bowel.
Now she could relax her hips back down onto the table and concentrate her efforts toward giving him the best she could offer in this manner of copulation. When he rhythmically drove his spear into her, she tried to relax her sphincter so that he could get fullest penetration. And on the withdrawal stroke, she clenched her anus, holding as much of his dickey within her as possible.
By squirming writhing motions of her whole pelvis the girl could impart added thrills not only to the little prick of her lover, but also to both their entire bodies, and she performed these maneuvers as thoroughly as possible without endangering the more or less precarious connection between them due to the shortness of his dickey.
Again the view from the bottom was one to captivate the eye of a connoisseur and artist, to see two round little bottoms squirming and pounding, one pressing down tightly on the other, while four youthful legs stretched out into the foreground in moving tensing throes of pagan abandon to sensual pleasure.
By now the boy was in a quandary, for he knew that his grandfather would want him to make at least a preliminary decision as to his preferences in sexual conduct on the basis of his present experience. But so much had happened and it had all been so new and so wonderful that he could not make any valid decision without knowing more and taking time to think things over. But he couldn't keep all these grown-ups waiting while he made up his mind. The very thought of their annoyance at being kept waiting, began to cool the ardor of his passion, and he rolled off his cute little girl partner and sat up on the edge of the table.
To his surprise, both his father and his grandfather, with their boy-partners, had disappeared from the center-floor stage, and all eyes in the audience had been concentrated on the two children for some time. Most children would have been embarrassed into paralysis by such a situation under any circumstances, but the young boy showed the stuff he was made of. He stood up on the table, stark naked and with his little erection sticking out grandly before him and announced:
“I know I'm supposed to decide something after what has happened here tonight. However I think I need more information and more experience before I can really be expected to have an opinion that means anything. For this reason I am going to reserve decision until a later date. For now I am going to take my delightful partner and leave you to your own pleasures. We will pursue our experiments in private where we will not waste your time with things which you already know. Good night, Gentlemen. Come on, MY Love!”