“'Do you want to play a game, girls?'
“The fellow who asked us that was a puny guy with a pimply face and wearing glasses. I guess he was about eighteen. He had been sitting in the park all afternoon watching Dolores and me romp around. I was thirteen and Dolores was one year older. It was a sultry day in the middle of the summer; the grass was parched and the foliage just looked weary.
“We stared at him in surprise, especially because his voice had a sort of strangled sound, and he had this funny look in his eyes, a sort of glazed look.
“'We're not supposed to talk to strangers,' I said.
“'Why not?' he asked.
“'Because we're not!' Dolores said. 'My mother told me never to talk to strangers, and especially guys.'
“'So what?' I said. Dolores was a 'momma's girl' and she really gave me a pain sometimes. 'Anyway, you're not a man, you're just a guy.'
“'What kind of game do you want to play?' Dolores asked him. I knew, but Dolores is dumb.
“'Oh, Dolores, let's go,' I said. I didn't like this guy. There was something queer about him, but Dolores was a real ninny.
“'No,' she says. 'I want to know what kind of game he wants to play.'
“Then he said, 'If you come with me in those bushes over there I'll give you fifty cents.'
“That was just about as clear as anything. We'd been sitting on the grass and I got up to go, but Dolores said, 'Fifty cents apiece.'
“You could have knocked me over with a feather when she said that.
“'You know what he wants,' I told her. 'Come on, let's get out of here.'
“But Dolores sprang to her feet, giggling, and started for the bushes with this mischievous grin on her face.
“'You're not going?' I asked, absolutely flabbergasted. Dolores was a very pretty girl. She had wavy honey-blonde hair, bright blue eyes, beautiful legs, just so round and slim, and a bouncy bottom. She was very sexy looking, especially in those white shorts and tight blouse she was wearing, but she always used to act so innocent, like she didn't know anything. It was a joke at school, how innocent Dolores was, and she used to go along with it. Boys used to go up to her and say, 'let's fuck' or something, just to get a charge out of her, and she used to just look at them and ask them what it meant, and when they tried to explain, she'd just act dumb, as if she didn't know what it was all about, and after a bit they'd get all flustered and stop. That's why I was so uptight when Dolores started going to the bushes with this perfectly strange kid. I thought she'd gone crazy. 'Dolores, we'd better not,' I said.
“'Why not?' she asked in that same dumb voice.
“I couldn't just let her go alone with this guy, and, anyway, I was curious to know what he was up to. Dolores vanished into the bushes with the boy, and I followed. There was a clump of white oaks with Spanish moss, thick bushes, and, in the middle, a little grassy clearing. All the kids knew about that place because it was good for playing hide-and-seek.
“The guy was acting real nervous. He flopped down on the grass, and Dolores dropped to her knees in front of him. His eyes were glazed, and he looked scared. Then Dolores asked, 'Where's our dollar?'
“Then he said what I'd been expecting. 'I'll give you five dollars if you take off your pants.' You could hardly hear him because his voice was so husky, and because he didn't look at us but down at the grass.
“Dolores wasn't perturbed in the least.
“'You gotta give us the dollar first,' she said, 'and then show us the five dollars, and then maybe I'll think about it.'
“'Dolores, you're not!' I said.
“But Dolores just grinned like an imp. I'd never seen her that way before. The boy was trembling all over and his face was pale. He fished out his wallet and laid both a dollar and a five on the grass. I could see that there were several other bills in his billfold, and Dolores saw it, too.
“'Five dollars for her and five for me,' Dolores said.
“'No, not for me!' I said. 'You can keep my fifty cents, too! I'm not going to do anything dirty. I'm going.'
“'No don't!' Dolores shouted. Her voice sounded funny. I guess she didn't want to be left alone with the boy.
“'He wants you to do something bad,' I said. I knew I ought to leave.
“'What's bad about taking off your pants?' Dolores said and picked up the one- and the five-dollar bills. Then she stood up, unzipped her shorts and let them slide down, and then she took down her panties.
“The boy and I stared at her. I had never seen her undressed before, or her thighs and the triangle between her legs. It gave me goose pimples. I kept staring at her bare bottom particularly. She sort of sticks out behind, and her backside looked so creamy and round. I kept staring at the crack between her cheeks, and so did the boy. Both of us were absolutely fascinated with her fanny. She kicked off her shorts and panties so that she was naked from her blouse to her socks. I felt like I was going to keel over.
“She sat down on the grass again and the boy said, 'I'll give you five dollars more if you let me stick my finger up your rear end.'
“'What do you want to do that for?' Dolores giggled. I just gasped. I wanted to run, but I just couldn't move.
“'Never mind,' said the boy. 'I just want to.'
“'That's dirty,' Dolores snorted. 'You'll get your finger all dirty if you do that.'
“'I don't care,' he said. 'I just want to do it.'
“'Ten dollars,' said Dolores. 'The dollar for coming in here, the five dollars for me to take my pants down, and ten dollars more for you to do what you just said.'
“'Oh, Dolores!' I said. 'You're not going to let him do that.'
“'Why not? It's his finger.'
“'Dolores, you're bad,' I said indignantly. 'I'm going to tell your mother.'
“'You better not,' she said.
“The boy was all excited and acting queer. He reached for his wallet, though, and added a ten to the five. Dolores snatched it up, folded it, and stuck it in her blouse. Then she turned her bare bottom to the boy and knelt down with her head resting on her hands in the grass. The boy and I just stared astonished at her white cheeks. Then the boy reached in his pocket, took out a small jar of vaseline, rubbed grease on his long middle finger and started poking it up Dolores's rear. It was sort of hard for him to get it in at first, especially because he was trembling all over, but then it just slid up in. Dolores wiggled and giggled.
“'Oh, that feels funny. Do it again,' she giggled.
“'Do you like that?' I said. I just couldn't believe it.
“'Oh, yes… oh, keep pumping it in and out like that,' she said.
“'Doesn't it hurt?' I asked.
“'No, it feels nice,' she said.
“Then the boy pulled out his finger and wiped it off with his handkerchief. 'Maybe you'd like me to stick this in you?' he asked, all excited, then zipped open his pants and let his thing pop out.
“I'd never seen a boy's thing before, at least not since I was real little, and I'd never seen one that was stiff and hard. I almost fainted: But Dolores acted like she knew all about it, and I knew that the innocent stuff was just an act, and that she wasn't innocent at all.
“'I've never been fucked,' said Dolores, staring at it. 'It'll hurt.'
“'Dolores, get dressed and let's go,' I said.
“'No, I want to stay,' she said. Then she laid down on her back and spread her legs apart. 'Okay,' she said to the boy, 'but remember, ten dollars.'
“The boy laid down on top of her and started trying to put his wienie in her.
“'I can't get it in,' he said after a while. 'You're too tight.' Then he said, 'Let me screw you in the ass.'
“'It'll hurt,' said Dolores.
“But he said, 'I'll be very gentle and use a lot of vaseline.'
“'Okay,' she said, “but remember the ten dollars.'
“He rolled off of her and fished out the ten-dollar bill and handed it to her.
“'Oh, Dolores, you're not…!' I whispered. But now I was sort of hoping she would, because I was so fascinated.
“The guy took his pants and his shorts down and smeared a lot of vaseline on his dong while Dolores knelt down on all fours. They were going to do it like a couple of dogs. It was really dirty, but I was all excited, too, now, so I knelt down behind Dolores and pried her cheeks apart so he could get his thing into her. I could see the little pink hole and it looked so small and tight, and his dong looked so thick and long. I just couldn't believe that he could get that thing into her back there, especially since he hadn't been able to get it into her in front.
“He pressed his thing against her rear-end hole, and I helped by guiding it to the right place. Then he started pressing forward, and Dolores pressed back. I just gasped when her asshole began to open around his dong, just like a small mouth swallowing it, and it started to go in.
“'Ow… ow… ow!' Dolores yelped.
“'Oh, Dolores, it must be awful!' I said. Then, to the boy: 'Stop it! You're hurting her,' even though I was wishing he wouldn't stop. In fact, I wished I was Dolores, getting it.
“But the fellow pushed his dick in further; it just slid in, first the head and then the shaft. It just about drove me wild watching it slide in. Dolores's face was all red and she was biting her lips.
“'Ow, it hurts,' she kept whining.
“But the guy just kept pushing it in until it was all the way up and he was right up to her fanny. After it was in, they just clung together like that and didn't move.
“'Does it hurt?' I asked, which was dumb, because, of course, it did.
“But she said, 'A little, but I like it. It feels funny.'
“'What does it feel like?' I asked.
“'It feels like havin' to go to the bathroom the wrong way, and it's… mmmm… oooohhh!' She was suddenly not talking to me anymore, but was moving her behind with more and more enthusiasm back and forth. Back and forth. And her moaning began to affect me. I felt moist and warm at the slit between my legs, especially as I watched the guy's thick thing begin sliding in and out, in and out, with quicker and quicker strokes, at Dolores's backside.
“'Then, suddenly, Dolores gasped, and the guy sticking his thing in her rear end shuddered and groaned, and they both stopped moving. I knew that something was happening, and I could tell by the expression on Dolores's and the guy's faces that they were both enjoying it tremendously. After they remained motionless for a few seconds, the guy pulled back and I saw his thing slide out of Dolores's back hole. It was much smaller now — the guy's thing, I mean, and was sort of half hanging down. But the warmth between my legs had increased to a point where I couldn't control it anymore. Suddenly I knew that I wanted to get 'fucked,' too.
“'Do it to me,' I said, and started to unzip my shorts.
“'Oh-h-h-h, I can't,' he sighed. 'I'm all pooped out. I don't think I could even get a hard on.'
“'Please,' I begged, sliding down my pants. 'I won't make you give me any money.'
“Dolores sat up, still naked below the waist.
“'Yes, do it to her,' she demanded. 'You have to do it to her.'
“The boy sat up in confusion. 'But I can't get a hard on,' he murmured.
“Suddenly, Dolores took his dick in her mouth. She just came down on him, all of a sudden, taking both of us by surprise. And she started to suck. I was down on my hands and knees, like Dolores had been, with my fanny bare. I just had to have that dong up me. I just had to.
“'There,' Dolores said in triumph. She sure was anything but innocent when it came to sex. She had sucked the boy's dong and it was hard again. 'Now push it up her rear end and fill her full of juice like you did me.'
“I closed my eyes. My bottom felt so bare and cool. There was a little breeze and it was delicious to feel so naked and to anticipate something being done to you. Then I felt this hard warm meat back there. I tried to relax, but I was too excited and I was afraid that being all tense like I was, and tight, would make it hard for him to get it in. I really didn't care if it hurt. I just wanted him to push it in. I had to have it in.
“I'm smaller than Dolores. Maybe he wouldn't be able to get it in me. I looked back, and they were both right behind me staring at my bare fanny. I should have been embarrassed, because I never let anybody see me with my clothes off, not even Mom or my sister, or, maybe I should say, especially Mom or my sister.
“Anyhow I felt Dolores's fingers opening my fanny so that he could get it in, and guiding his prick like I had when he did it to her, only she seemed to know more what she was doing.
“Then I felt this searing, tearing pain. 'Oh! ow! ow!' I squealed. The head of his prick was going in. It didn't feel like I thought it would, not like a turd at all. It felt real big and like it was just tearing me right up the middle. It really hurt. I could hardly stand it it hurt so much, and I had to grind my teeth together. But I still wanted it in.
“'You're so small, Rosalind,' Dolores said. 'You want him to stop?'
“'No, I want it in. Please push it in,' I begged.
“'All right,' she said, and began working the boy's thing in me. She was doing it more than he was. It still hurt, but once the head was in it didn't hurt so much. Then came the best part. It started sliding right up my rectum. It just filled me. I felt like I was stuffed. It was terrific, the pressure, I mean. Oh, I just loved it. It felt like something coming on that you couldn't stop, just pushing right up on in me, way up in.
“'How far in is it?' I gasped.
“'About halfway in,' Dolores said. 'Do you want to stop?'
“'No, no,' I gasped. 'I want him to keep pushing it in.' So it kept on sliding in. I'd never had anything like it before. It was wild, really wild. I felt like my whole insides were being plugged up, and it was turning on this real nice feeling. It actually felt good. 'Ohhhhh,' I moaned. I just couldn't help it.
“'Hurt?' she asked.
“'No-o-o-o-o-o-o-o, it's so good. It feels so good. Ooooooh!'
“It kept on coming in, and then stopped.
“'Please keep pushing it in!' I gasped.
“'It's all the way in,' said the boy. 'I'm coming… Ohhhh, I'm coming!'
“Suddenly I felt this strange, pulsating, wild, sensation, just unbelievably good. I'd never felt anything like it before. I just moaned and moaned and moaned. 'Oooooh, it feels good. Ooooh, it feels good. Oooooh, it feels good!' I felt it was just driving me out of my mind. 'Oh, my bottom feels so good,' I moaned, and just then I felt his dong vibrating in me and juice spurting, warm, spurty juice. It happened just as I reached my own. I didn't realize it, but Dolores had been rubbing my clit. I just felt good all over, unbelievably good. My clit was soaking wet and that long prick was way up my bare fanny and just pouring juice into me.
“I felt him pull it out of me. It was all soft and flabby now. We were all worn out, all three of us, and just lay there in the grass panting. It would, have been awful if somebody had come and found us there. But we didn't care. I always thought that if you came you'd feel sad afterwards and ashamed, but I didn't. It had been too nice. I couldn't have it any more, not then. But I knew that I'd want to do it again some other time. It had been terrific.
“When we felt a little rested, we pulled our pants back on again.
“'You won't tell?' the boy blurted. He was looking scared. 'I've given you a lot of money.'
“'Of course not, silly,' said Dolores. 'Do you think I'd want anybody to know what you did to us?'
“He fumbled with his clothes. 'Well, I'll be going, I guess,' he said hastily, and disappeared into the bushes.
“'We better be going, too,' said Dolores.
“It was getting late. We got to our feet and started through the bushes for home. We were glad that there was nobody in the park. If there was, and they saw the boy come out, and then us, they'd probably figure out we'd been fooling around. But there wasn't anybody, so it was okay.
“'What does it look like going up my bottom?' I asked Dolores as we walked home.
“'Real good,' said Dolores. 'It looks like a big white sausage going in, and your bottom is so pretty. You have a real small fanny and the skin is so soft. I just love your bottom.'
“'I think bottoms are really beautiful,' I said. 'Your bottom is all round and real white. I guess mine is sort of dark.'
“'Mmmh.'
“'Let's fool around again sometime,' I said. 'I mean, just us two. Maybe when nobody's home at my house you could come over and we could take off all our clothes and fool around, stick things up each other's rear ends, and do other stuff.'
“'Okay,' said Dolores with enthusiasm. 'I really liked being cornholed, though.'
“'Is that what that boy did to us?' I asked.
“'Uh-huh, that's what they call it. Cornhole.'
“'How come you know so much, Dolores? I didn't think you knew anything.'
“She winked. 'I got a brother, remember?'
“'You mean you and your brother do stuff together?'
“'Uh-huh.'
“'Does he cornhole you?'
“'Uh-huh. We do it that way because it's safer, at least that's why we started doing it that way. Then we tried it the regular way once, and I found out I'd rather have him do it to me up my rear. I like it better that way. I really do.'
“'Do you suppose your brother would do it to me sometime?'
“'Do you want him to?'
“'Oh, yes. I think I would.'
“'Okay. Maybe sometime you can just spend the night at our house, and we'll fool around, all three of us.'
“'I'd like that,' I said. 'My bottom feels sort of sore. Does yours?'
“'Sure, it always does, but it'll be okay. It doesn't hurt anything if you do it back there, providing you're careful.'
“'It's queer, though, isn't it, Dolores? I mean, that's not the way you're supposed to do it.'
“She shrugged her shoulders. 'So what?' she said. 'If you like it that way, what difference does it make?'
“'I guess not,' I said uncertainly. I wasn't sure of that part.
“Suddenly something else occurred to me. 'He gave you a whole mess of money to do it to you. And he did it to me for nothing.'
“Dolores grinned. 'Live and learn,' she said. She reached in her pocket, took out the green bills, unfolded and counted them. 'Yes,' she said, 'if he wants to do that again I'll probably let him, but hell have to pay.'
“'I should make him pay me the next time, too,' I said.
“'That's up to you.'
“After I thought about it, though, I was glad I hadn't taken any money for it, because then I'd be a prostitute. That's what Dolores must be. I'd just rather do it because I like it myself. Sex is nice, I decided, and if you do it that way, you don't have to worry about having a baby or anything. You can just enjoy the whole thing. I began thinking about Dolores's brother. That would be sort of fun, all three of us doing stuff together. I decided that I wanted to.”
Rosalind's case illustrates two fairly common situations involving anal eroticism. She was introduced to analism by an older youth who was a stranger to her, and she experienced it with another girl around her own age. The whole experience was an experimental one, coming in very early adolescence, at a time when young people of both sexes are very curious about sexual practice. She was actually more innocent than her friend who had been feigning ignorance and who had been actually engaged in acts of incest. Once again, Dolores preferred anal intercourse initially because of the risks involved in normal intercourse. After a few experiences, she came to prefer it for its own sake. Rosalind's initial experience was so very gratifying that it is not surprising that she wanted it repeated.
Havelock Ellis's classical Studies in the Psychology of Sex mentions several cases of anal intercourse, as does Krafft-Ebing. According to Kinsey, however, (Sexual Behavior of the Human Female) the anus is erotically responsive in some persons. “As many as half or more of the population may find some degree of erotic satisfaction in anal stimulation, but good incidence data are not available.” Kinsey goes on to suggest that “the erotic sensitivity of the anal region depends upon the fact that there are abundant end organs of touch throughout the anal surfaces, and in part upon the fact that reactions of the muscles, (the anal sphincters) which normally keep the anus closed, may be erotically stimulating.”
Both Rosalind and Dolores belong to that fifty percent of the population responsive to anal stimulation. A chance experience in both cases led to the discovery that anal penetration was pleasurable. However, what caused them to experiment in the first place was a combination of curiosity and desire for adventure. They wanted something to happen. To young adolescent girls, like these two, sex as yet had little or nothing to do with courtship or procreation. Unless their anal eroticism developed into a distinct deviation, all of that would come a year or two later. At this point, midway between childhood and puberty, sex was still mostly a game, like playing “house” or “high heels,” but more exciting because it involved disrobing, the anticipation of something new, both pleasurable and painful. There is evidence of masochism here. The very painfulness of anal penetration seems to have added to their delight. But ultimately, because of the stimulus of that bundle of nerve endings, the experience was pleasurable to the point of ecstasy, so very pleasurable, in fact, that both could only anticipate a repetition with shameless enthusiasm.
But alongside the purely physical pleasure, and the adventurousness, went the fact that this was something “naughty.” It was not exactly bad or sinful. The backgrounds of both of these girls were not such as to inspire great guilt. Their parents were professional people, educated and affluent, liberal in outlook, especially where social and sex mores were concerned. They lived in the wealthier part of a small Southern city where many, if not all, of their neighbors shared the same values, those of the permissive society. Rosalind's mother never taught her that sex was bad, only that there were reasons, perhaps, to wait until she met the man she wanted to marry. She knew about the variations, in general, at least; her parents practiced them as foreplay, although she was only vaguely aware of that. Sex was, to her, a natural thing, part of life, interesting, somewhat “naughty,” to be sure, but not “dirty.” Dolores's parents were somewhat more conservative and both she and her brother were much more secretive, but she shared the attitudes of her peers, even though she pretended not to, if only because she enjoyed tantalizing and confusing them.
For Rosalind this experience in the park was her first remembered sexual experience, if one omits the occasional situations when she was very young and disrobed with other children. Part of the enjoyment of the sodomy performed on her was the fact that she had to disrobe and relive, therefore, those vague childhood experiences. But mostly, her enjoyment was in the sheer physical pleasure of having the boy's penis thrust up her rectum, a stimulus that caused her to have her first orgasm. No other form of sex thereafter would ever be quite as sweet. That one experience was enough to veer Rosalind toward anal eroticism. She had never experienced anal intercourse before, had never been given an enema, nor had had any sort of anal masturbation performed on her. But, latently, the anal tendencies must have been there to be triggered, and were strong enough to cause her to-set aside all modesty, moral inhibitions, and self-restraint, and participate in an act usually considered degrading, with a perfect stranger and the assistance of another girl.
Her participation in the act of anal intercourse cannot be explained by referring to previous experiences, or at least to none which she recalls. Yet something, of necessity, must have preceded it.
Freud's discovery of the sexuality of the child opened up a new era of research and investigation as well as fresh understanding concerning the sexual impulse. Freud exploded the old notions about childhood “innocence” and showed that the most basic impulse in the child is a biologically based pleasure principle. As he indicated in such works as his Three Essays on the Theory of Sexuality, “a child is born without a sense of shame. He has to be trained into correct habits.” A happy infant lives in a state of joy and bliss which he will never again experience. But gradually the sources of his enjoyment are removed, first his mother's breast, and then, with the beginning of toilet training, the pleasure of prolonging the surrender of excrement. The longing to return to the earlier pleasures, to regress to the joys of infancy may remain unconscious for some considerable time. The first anal experience, however, may arouse them. That might happen when the child is fairly young, and is given an enema for the first time, or repeatedly, or, as in Rosalind's case, it might be postponed until early puberty when, more or less by accident, the first sexual experience happens to be anal. The effect of the boy's penis in her rectum was somewhat like that of retained feces in the infant. The first was recalled by the second with orgasmic consequences.
We do not know what Dolores's background may have been because we have only what Rosalind has told us. But anal experiments with her brother were the immediate cause, preceded, perhaps, by other experiences.
Rosalind's analism was confirmed by a second experience that followed soon after the first and, thereafter, her sexual interest was entirely displaced to the rear. This is how she describes it.
“About a week after that thing that happened in the park, I wandered over to Dolores's house. I was wearing my green slacks that are real tight-fitting, and a tight-fitting blouse. I hoped Dolores would be there, and that maybe her brother would be, too. I was pretty ashamed of what we had done in the park, but what made me more ashamed than anything was the fact that I'd liked it and that I wanted it to happen again.
“Dolores was home, and so was her brother Dick. He was about sixteen and tall and kind of good-looking, but there was something about him that was sort of sissy. You can sense that about a guy. The guy in the park was a little like that, too. We just talked and crapped around down in their playroom in the basement at first. They have this pool table down there, and Dick taught me how to play pool. When he was pressing over me, showing me how to hold my cue, I could feel his dong pushing against my rear, and, boy, it sure turned me on. I was just dying to have him shove that thing up me. But I didn't let on.
“Then we started fooling around, chasing each other and stuff, and Dick goosed me. Wow! I just about died when he did that. He and Dolores saw the funny look that I must have had on my face, and they both laughed, and I just blushed right to the roots of my hair.
“Dolores disappeared upstairs and came back down with a jar of cold cream. I felt funny-especially when I saw the look in Dick's eyes-and I stood leaning my fanny against the pool table, staring at him. Both of our voices were real husky when we tried to talk about stupid stuff like school. We both knew what was going to happen. Dolores, I figured, really runs things between those two. She's really bossy.
“'Okay, you guys, this is it,' she said. 'Both of you, take your pants off.'
“Dick and I both sort of choked up. Then he started undoing his belt, and after he did that, I started on my zipper, and pretty soon we were standing there in our birthday suits. Dolores made us strip naked. I kept worrying about her folks, and if they were going to come home, but she said they would be gone for hours.
“Dolores made me bend over the pool table and spread my legs apart. I was just about wild. Dolores took her brother's dong in her mouth and started to suck it, like she had the boy in the park. Dick got all excited, and when she stopped, it was hard as a rock. I just stared at it while I was bending over the pool table and looking back. It was much thicker and longer than the other boy's had been. It looked like a banana. I couldn't see how he could get it in, especially because I'm pretty small. And I was scared, too, because if he did get that thing in, it would just rip me open back there. But I couldn't move. I really wanted it all the time I was scared. In fact, being scared made me want it even more.
“Dolores smeared cold cream on her brother's dong, and I could see that he had to really control himself, he was so excited. Then she daubed a mess of it on her finger and all of a sudden ran it up my rear.
“'Wow!' I squealed.
“'Want me to do it again?'
“'Ye-s-s-s-s!'
“And she did. Boy, did I want it then. I didn't care if that big pole ripped me to pieces or not at that point. I had to have it up my backside.
“I closed my eyes and waited. Like before, Dolores guided the thing between my cheeks, and I felt it pressing against my asshole. Dick pushed. And Dolores told me to take a deep breath and push back. I did what she said. There was this awful pain, worse than the first time, but I wanted it so bad that I didn't care. He worked it in me very slowly. The worst is the first part when the head is going in. It just rips you apart back there. I couldn't help yelling.
“But they didn't pay any attention to me, and I didn't want them to stop. It kept going in and in. And then, suddenly, when the tip had shoved up through my anus, it just shot up my rectum all the way. Wow, that was really something! That big thing just slithered in.
“Dick was as wild as I was at this point and started pumping back and forth in me. The first time was hard because my rear was so tight, but then it got easier and he was just pushing back and forth. I was just moaning and moaning, it felt so good. Oh, it felt good. I'd never had anything ever happen to me that felt so good. It was much better than the first time.
“I felt the pressure building up in me again, like it had before. It grew, and the good feeling was so intense that I was just wiggling all over and my bottom was bouncing up and down. And all the time he kept screwing me and screwing me. We were both breathing hard. I just shut my eyes real tight and tried to relax because I knew it would slide in and out easier if I did, but I just couldn't, and instead my rectum just grabbed tight around his dong and that was really good because that's one of the things that makes cornholing so good, the fact that it's tight, really tight. I'd much rather be screwed in the ass than the regular way. And the other thing that was good is that you didn't have to fool around with rubbers or anything like that, or worry that maybe you'd get pregnant. I just really relaxed and enjoyed it.
“He kept on pumping me, and it got so good that I couldn't stand it when I felt his dong pulsating and the warm cream spurting up me. Boy, it felt like a gallon of it was going up me. That brought me to my climax, too, and I just groaned and groaned because it felt so good. He held it way up in, as far as it would go, while the juice spurted in, and then slowly pulled it out. Like that other time, I was just fagged, and so was Dick. Dolores had this funny look on her face. She really enjoyed watching her brother give it to me.
“She had me lie down then on my stomach on the couch and just kept running her fingers over my buttocks and very lightly down the crack. 'He pushed it way up in there,' she whispered. She seemed to get something out of doing that, and I guess I did, too. It was nice and delicious just to lie there and have her tickle my fanny. Dick was completely flaked out, too.
“'I want it in me again,' I murmured. I felt drowsy, and it was nice to think of how it would be if he just pushed it in me while I was lying there, and didn't pump or anything, but just pushed it in. So finally I told Dolores what I wanted. 'I want to lie down on the rug on my tummy with my legs apart, and I want Dick to lie on top of me and shove his thing all the way up my rear and just keep it up in there.'
“'Okay,' said Dick, 'let's do it that way.'
“I got down on the floor and Dolores pushed a pillow under me so that my rear was sort of up. I was still feeling comfortable and drowsy, like you do when you're just waking up. It was a nice feeling. I felt Dick kneel over me on his hands and knees, and then I felt his dong between my cheeks. Dolores was kneeling down beside me, guiding his thing to my hole.
“This time it went in real easy and didn't hurt a bit. I guess I was real slippery back there by this time. Very slowly he slid it through my anus and up my rectum until it was all the way in. It just went up in. Oh, it felt so nice. It was so full and plugged back there, just like a very big, hard turd.
“'Please just leave it in, and don't pump or anything,' I whispered.
“He just lay there on top of me very quietly. He was heavy, and he was crushing me, but I didn't care because his dong felt so good up my rear. I really don't think it would be half as nice doing it in front. I don't even care about trying it that way.
“I just closed my eyes and lay there with it in me. I kept wishing I could just have it up in there all the time, just feel how it pushed and pressed in my insides. It was wonderful. I've never had anything so wonderful. I liked it this time much better than I did the time in the park, and even better than the first time Dick did it to me. I don't really like it as well if the boy pumps in and out. I'd rather just have it in, way up in, and just lie there like that. That's the best.
“I wish I could describe what it's like. It hurts a little. Even after you get used to it, it still hurts. You feel this thing sort of tearing you open, and then, when it's in, you can feel this sort of ache all up your rectum. But it's a nice ache. It's funny. Something that hurts can also feel good because it hurts. I think that's queer, but I don't care. It feels good. The way it feels good is sort of the way that eating sour lemon drops or pickles or something like that can be sour or bitter, or something, and still taste good. You have to get used to it, though. The first time isn't good, and you wonder what the heck you're doing it for. But the next time it's nice. And the next time nicer still. That's the way it was this time.
“Dolores didn't say anything. She was just kneeling beside us, and when I turned my head to look up at her, I could see her staring right at my bare bottom and Dick's wienie disappearing between my cheeks. She had this funny look in her face. I knew she liked just watching me get it, and I figured that for her it was just about as good to watch as to have it done to herself; maybe she even liked it more. And Dick just lay there on top of me, pressing down on me and keeping his thing pushed up me. A boy's thing feels warm, and it also feels sort of soft and hard at the same time. It's hard, of course. He couldn't get it in unless it was. But the surface of it feels sort of soft, too. If you use a lot of vaseline and cold cream or something it doesn't hurt too much. It doesn't feel like anything else.
“I've tried sticking other things up my fanny: a rubber wienie I bought in a joke shop, and a sausage, and a toothbrush handle, and stuff like that. But none of those things are the same. A sausage is a little bit more like a boy's thing. It's sort of thick anyway, and it hurts a little when you're working it in. But it's cold. It isn't warm. What makes a boy's thing nice is, partly, at least, the fact that it's warm. The other thing, though, and that's the best part, is that it's so long and thick. It feels like its way up in your insides, and, while it was up there in me, I kept trying to imagine where it was. I don't know too much about how the body is put together and your insides and stuff, and I wondered if it was up in my bowel, but later on I looked up in a book that had a picture in it of what insides look like-you know, one of those charts? — and I figured out that it goes up through your anus and then up your rectum, and that its being in your rectum is what makes it feel so nice. I think the bottom is the most beautiful part of a person's body. It's so round and the skin is so smooth, and there are those two fat cheeks. And the crack looks sort of mysterious because you know it leads to that tight little hole that goes right in you. I just love my bottom. Sometimes now I like to stand in front of the mirror and just stare at my bare bottom and remember what it feels like to be cornholed, and imagine what it must look like to have a boy's dong going up between my cheeks and right up my bottom. Sometime I want to be cornholed in front of a mirror, one of those big door-length mirrors where you can see your whole body.
“Dick and I just lay there with his thing in me for a long time. I don't know how long it was. But after a while it started getting soft and shriveling up smaller and smaller and finally he couldn't keep it hard anymore, and it grew soft and slid out. I was sorry, but I was sort of tired, too, so it was okay. Afterwards I looked at his dong, when it was soft, and was surprised that such a small thing could get so hard and long.
“We got dressed after that, and then went upstairs and had cokes. Then I went home. Dolores is lucky to have a brother who likes to do that to her. It must be nice. I think they do it a couple times a week sometimes.
“But now I have to tell about what happened afterwards. Dad and Mom have never been strict, and I never went to church much or anything, but I always thought that sex was what married people did to have babies and stuff. I guess I thought that way because of what they said in health class in school, which was just the way Mom and Dad talked. Mom told me all about the birds and bees stuff when I was about eleven. I guess I know quite a bit about it. But they never mentioned any-filing about doing it in the rear end. It bothered me that I couldn't talk to Mom about it. You can just imagine that! Anyhow, after that I thought about it and thought about it, and I decided that there was something wrong. I couldn't have a baby that way, of course, and I couldn't hurt anybody but myself, but it was dirty. It was indecent and dirty. And it was also queer. I didn't want to be queer. I didn't know much about them, but I knew that I didn't want to be that way.
“Quite a bit of time passed before I did it again. I didn't see Dick and Dolores again. I kept avoiding them at school and started going with other kids. I guess they thought it was kind of funny, and that I was mad at them or something. But I wasn't. I just didn't want to do that stuff anymore. I'm supposed to be Catholic, although I haven't been to Mass since I was confirmed, and Mom and Dad don't go to church at all and don't even believe in religious stuff. I thought a little about going to a priest for confession, but how the heck could I tell him that I'm practicing sodomy. That's what they call it. I just couldn't do it. So I just said to hell with it. I won't go to a priest or anything, but I'll stop this cornholing stuff, too. And I did, at least for a while.
“Then one time we had a party at my house for kids. I was seventeen then. It was for graduation, and us kids danced and all that stuff. There was this boy there. His name was Freddy. He was a quiet boy, around eighteen, I guess, and he didn't goof around as much as the others did. Mostly he seemed to be by himself at the party even though he was pretty tall and good-looking. Mom liked him. He was what she called a 'nice, clean-cut young man,' and she'd been wanting me to go out with him. He wore sideburns, but he was almost the only boy at the party with short hair and a clean-shaven face. He was sort of square. The other kids snickered at him because he didn't smoke pot. In fact, he didn't smoke at all. He dated girls sometimes because, like I say, he was sort of good-looking, but he wasn't exactly what you call popular because all the popular kids are on grass and speed and stuff.
“'Would you like to go to a drive-in movie?' he asked me. He was sort of shy.
“'Okay,' I said, 'but it has to be on a weekend because Mom won't let me go out on school nights.'
“'Friday?'
“'Sure.'
“Freddy just beamed. He danced with me several times that night, and he was pretty good, too. I caught him admiring my legs as I was whirling with my skirt flying. My legs are one of my best points, that and my bumps, which are pretty, firm and pointy, and my bottom, which sort of sticks out and is very round.
“The night of the date, Freddy drove us down the lane leading to the drive-in, past the ticket booth and into the car park. Most of the cars had kids in them who were paying more attention to necking with each other than to the movie. Freddy fastened the audio thing on the driver's window, and then disappeared. He came back with two cokes and two big cartons of hot buttered popcorn. I just love that.
“We settled down in the seat of the car and snuggled. I could feel him pressing against me; he was strong, and it was sort of exciting. Then I felt his arm around my shoulder, and I thought, Aha! I think he's got ideas. But, of course, that's why all the kids go to the drive-in. It's for necking. Well, I can handle Freddy, I thought to myself. I thought of brushing his arm away, but then thought what the hell for. A little necking is okay. I'm sure as hell not going to go all the way. I was sort of curious, because while I'd been on dates before it was usually with a bunch of people and we didn't really do any serious necking, just kidding around. I wondered what he'd do next. Then I felt his fingers begin fooling around with my breasts. It was sort of nice. I thought I ought to stop him, but I was enjoying it. He snuggled real close, and I felt his hand slip down under my dress and work under my bra, very gently, and massage my breast.
“I thought I really ought to stop him. Enough was enough. But it was sort of pleasant. I figured I could stop him any time. I wouldn't let him go too far. So I just relaxed in his arms and let him fondle me. It was nice, why worry. All the kids did it. Stupid to wait for marriage and all that crap. Dumb. It is only fun when you're young. The real fun is when you're fresh and free, and it's all exciting and everything. Look at Mom and Dad. I don't think they do it much anymore. I wished, though that I was on the pill. I sure as hell didn't want to get in a family way. I felt strange and giddy, and dizzy, as though I was just drifting along in real quiet water in a canoe. It was nice. The feel of his hand on my breast was beautiful. I just loved it. I must be supersensitive. I didn't want to think or try to figure anything out, or wonder whether it was wrong or what would happen. I just wanted to drift along with this beautiful thing, and just let it all happen, anything! I just melted, cuddled close, and surrendered to the softness of his hand on my breast. I loved it. It was so good. All my early resolutions just disappeared, poof! Then I felt his hand sliding up my thigh under my mini. He kissed me, first on the top of my head, through my hair, then on my cheek, and then grabbed me to him hard, and so fierce that it hurt, and smashed his lips against mine and just crushed me. And, as my lips parted, I felt his tongue slide between my teeth and into my mouth. It was really wild, just wild, unbelievable. I wanted him now. He could have me because I didn't care. He hugged me close and just threw his arms around me and crushed me.
“'Oh-h-h-h-h-h, Freddy!' I gasped. 'Please.'
“'Want to?'
“'Yes-s-s-s-s-s-s!' I closed my eyes, breathing hard. There was a lump in my throat. I felt his hand sliding up my skirt. I wanted him to undress me and just do it and do it and do it to me. I felt him fumbling in his pocket, and it annoyed me. I wanted him to get on with it.
“'Oh, shit!' he said with a snarl in his voice. 'I didn't bring any rubbers.' Then he asked, 'I suppose you're not on the pill?'
“'No, Freddy, I'm sorry.' I thought it was nice of him to be so considerate, and I just loved him for it, because he could have had me anyway.
“'I won't without a rubber,' he said in this tense voice.
“Suddenly I remembered the rear end stuff when I was thirteen. That was kids' stuff, but now I wanted to do it that way again. I remembered how it felt and how nice it was. I wanted it so much I was just shameless.
“'Freddy?' I asked.
“'What?'
“'There's one way we could try it.'
“'What do you mean?'
“I was hoping he'd get the idea without me having to say it. It was kind of embarrassing. 'I can't possibly get a baby if-if you stick it in my behind.'
“'You mean you'd let me do it that way?'
“'I'd like it… If you'll be very gentle.'
“'Oh, Rosalind,' he said, 'I've never done it that way.'
“'If you want to, you can. I don't mind.'
“Freddy looked around at the other cars. And then he unbuckled his belt, raised up, and pulled down his trousers and his shorts. I started undressing, too. I pulled up my mini and slid down my panty hose. It felt deliciously cool to be bare, and I remembered that wonderful anticipation with Dick in the playroom. I stared at his penis. It was so long and thick and hard, much bigger than I remembered Dick's being. I felt very nervous, scared, and excited all at the same time. I reached into the popcorn carton and rubbed butter from it on my fingers, then very gently applied it to his penis. I felt how warm his thing was and remembered how nice that part was when it was in.
“'Oh, Rosalind,' he sighed.
“'How shall we do it?' I asked.
“That was a real problem. I could hardly get out of the car and bend over or something like that, and it was awkward to kneel down on the seat because of the steering wheel.
“'Maybe you could sit down on it?' he said.
“'All right. We could try it that way.'
“I didn't think it would work. If it didn't we'd have to drive someplace where we could get out of the car and get on the grass or maybe get in the backseat or something.
“I raised myself up. It was hard. I hung on to the dashboard and he held me from behind. He slid under me. Then with his hands on my hips, he held me. He was very strong. I reached back with my right hand and found his thing and manipulated it around until I had it between my buttocks; after pushing and poking around quite a bit, I got it to where my anus was. We were both trembling we were so excited. My bare rump felt delightfully cool in the night air and I was just beside myself.
“He had a circumcised dong; it was blunt and thick and just pricked my flesh. I bent far forward, and very gingerly let my weight down on it, just lowered myself down so that it stabbed up in my rear. I felt my anus spread, and it hurt. It was just a regular jab of pain. He really speared me. I felt like I was being impaled.
“'Oh!' I whimpered, remembering that first time in the park.
“'I'm sorry,' he said. 'Want me to stop?'
“'No, no,' I said, my voice sounding real tense.
“I held myself for a moment until the pain eased, and then let my weight push the head up through me. 'Ohhhhh… wait a moment,' I gasped. 'It's so big.'
“'Does it still hurt?'
“'Yes, but I think I can stand it, only we've got to do it real slow. I feel like I'm being ripped apart.'
“Freddy held my hips as I wiggled and wiggled, ever so slightly, very carefully letting his penis work its way up into my rectum. It was incredibly tight. The pressure just thrilled me. I could feel it pressing inside. Then the pain abated, and the shaft slowly entered me. I felt very full and clogged, as though I was terribly constipated. I was breathing hard, and so was he. I gradually let my weight fall so that his dong pushed its way in.
“'Oh Rosalind,' Freddy moaned.
“I felt his penis pulse in me and hot fluid spurt. He began to pant with ecstasy.
“'I… I'm shooting off,' he moaned. 'Ohhhhh, Rosalind.'
“My rectum was really lubricated now, slippery and slimy with his semen, and suddenly he released my hips so that I slid down, and his penis just shot up my rear all the way, all nine inches. It just sent a shock right through me. I'd never felt anything so overwhelming. I felt stuffed, crammed, and packed back there, as if I was on the toilet with this monstrous turd which had a life of its own. I just loved it. Wow!
“'Ooooh, Freddy, it feels so good!' I sighed. I didn't want him to pump. I just wanted him to let me sit on his lap with his thing way up my fanny. It would be so lovely to just drift off to sleep with it in me and to wake up that way. I sighed and relaxed against him. I smoothed my dress in front so that it covered my upper thighs. If anyone looked in and saw us, they'd only see a girl sitting on a boy's lap and wouldn't know that the entire length of his penis was up my rectum. There was no pain at all now, only the fullness, the intense pressure. It wasn't exactly ecstatic, just nice. What could be wrong with it? I thought. Who did it hurt? I couldn't possibly get pregnant that way, and it certainly didn't hurt him or me or anybody else.
“'Do you like it?' he asked me in a whisper. “'Oh yes, Freddy, I do. It feels so good. I love it.'
“It was a lovely, comfortable feeling, so very good. Maybe I was a queer, but so what.
“Suddenly, without warning, Freddy started to pump himself in and out. I felt him withdraw until he was almost out and then plunge on up in, full length. It just sent chills up me when he shoved it in. It felt so peculiar, moving up and down in me without me having any control over it. It was exciting. I tried pressing back as it plunged in, and the sensation was tremendous. I held my thighs tightly together and it was just overpowering. It was so intense that I had to close my eyes. A sweet flooding pain welled up in me. I wanted to strip naked, spread my legs wide, and bend until my head was down to my ankles. I wanted his penis to be five feet long and as thick as a firehose. I loved his penis pounding in me, in and out, back until almost the very tip was out and then surging way up high until the entire length was buried in my rectum.
“'Ohhhhhhhh,' I moaned. 'Ohhhhhhhh, it feels so good.' I reached my climax just at the moment when he began spurting semen up me a second time. We were both trembling. Then, gradually, we relaxed and, as I rose up, his shriveled thing slid out. I pulled up my panty hose and smoothed down my mini.
“'Ohhh, Freddy,' I moaned, 'that was wonderful.'
“Freddy and I did it quite a few times after that. We love each other. I guess we're pretty lucky to like the same thing so much. It would be awful if only one of us liked it. Now we're planning to get married and I think the only intercourse we'll have is anal intercourse because that's the kind we both love.”
Rosalind and Freddy are both anal erotic. Most analists are lonely folk, timid and ashamed, unable to completely relate to another person. In view of the fact that anal eroticism is not common, it is very fortunate that Rosalind and Freddy happened to find each other. In the eyes of conventional people they are, of course, perverts. But is any sexual practice perverse if it makes for a close pair bond? In their case, it is doubtful that they can be classified as deviates. In any case, theirs is an innocent and wholly moral form of sexuality, St. Paul's harsh and judgmental letter to the Romans to the contrary.