“It started the night that Don graduated from junior high. I was twelve then. We had been to a party and then came home and went to bed. Mom and Dad were already snoring down in the living room, and they bawled us out for getting home so late, but they were too sleepy to fuss too much and so we just went to bed.
“I usually sleep like a top, but this particular night I was all stirred up because of the party and the fun we'd had there, and I also felt sort of different, this funny feeling that I didn't understand, like I wanted to do something and didn't know what it was.
“Finally, I just got out of bed and padded into Don's room to see if he was awake. I didn't know why the heck I did it, but I just felt like talking or something. I guess it was really dumb. He was awake all right.
“'What the heck do you want?' he said in this real surly voice. I could just hate him sometimes the way he talks to me.
“'Oh, nothing,' I said.
“'Then what are you wandering around for?'
“'I dunno.'
“'That's a stupid thing to say.'
“'Okay, so I'm stupid. You're pretty stupid too sometimes.'
“I started to get mad, but instead of leaving like I should have I sat down on the edge of his bed. 'I was just thinking about some of the stuff at the party,' I said.
“'Yeah, what about it?'
“'Oh, I don't know. I was thinking of different things, like I was wondering what Nealey and Marilyn really did in the closet.'
“'How should I know?'
“'Oh, I bet you know. Boys always know stuff… I guess they were kissing.'
“'Kissing!' he said scornfully. ”
“Then what?'
“'How should I know?'
“'I bet you do know, and I bet it was something bad.'
“He didn't answer me for a minute, and when he did his voice sounded different, sort of tight.
“'What do you want to know for?'
“'You do know what they were doing, don't you?'
“'Okay, so I know what they were doing…'
“'Tell me,' I begged. “'No, you're a girl.'
“'So's Marilyn and she knows whatever it was she did.'
“'You're too young.'
“'I am not. I'm only three years younger than you. Come on, tell me.'
“'If I tell you, you got to promise not to tell anybody else, and especially not Mom and Dad.'
“'Of course not, stupid.'
“"They were fucking.'
“'Huh?'
“'I said they were fucking,' he repeated in this harsh whisper. ”
“Oh…'
“I'd seen the word scrawled on sidewalks, along with a lot of other words, but I didn't know what it meant, although I had an idea. Just hearing him say it gave me this real funny feeling all over.
“'What's “fucking”?' I finally asked.
“'You mean you don't know what it is? Holy cow, but girls are dumb!'
“'What does it mean?'
“I could just make out his face. He was staring at me and sort of wiggling around. J could feel that he was sort of excited and his voice sure was funny.
“'Fucking's what a boy and girl do… He sticks his wienie in her.'
“'Oh… Is that what boys do to other boys, too?'
“'Huh?'
“'I saw you and Chuck in the garage last summer,' I whispered, suddenly remembering something that had been both puzzling and exciting. 'You both had your pants down, and you were bending over and he was sticking his wienie up your rear!'
“'You didn't see anything like that!' he gasped with horror and sat up bolt upright in bed.
“'I did!'
“'Oh, God!' he groaned. “'I didn't tell anybody.'
“'Oh, please don't-please don't ever tell anybody!'
“'I won't, only is that fucking? Is that what Nealey did to Marilyn?'
“'No, I don't know… Look, you've got to promise me you won't ever tell what you saw!'
“'What kind of a ninny do you take me for?' I said. 'How could I ever tell anybody that! Anyway, I still want to know about fucking.'
“'All right, that's one kind of fucking…'
“'A boy can do that to a girl, can't he?'
“'Yeah.'
“'Y'wanna try it?' I found myself whispering in the most seductive tone of voice I could manage. Remembering the sight of Don's bare butt, I really felt excited.
“'Fran!' he gasped.
“'I just wondered,' I said. 'I want to try it.'
“'You do?'
“'Uh-huh!'
“'You sure?'
“'Uh-huh.'
“'You have to get undressed,' he said. His saying that sent a thrill up my back. “'You mean strip naked?'
“'No. Just pull up your nightgown and bend over.'
“I did. I stood up with my back toward him, pulled my gown way up high and just held it there, then I bent down, way down, and waited. I felt him fooling around behind me, poking and pushing around between my cheeks, and then suddenly his wienie slid in and slithered way up my rear. I just about exploded.
“'Wow!' I exclaimed.
“'Is it in?' he asked, a stupid question.
“'I'll say… It's just about up to my throat.' I felt like I'd been speared. I was afraid it would hurt, but it didn't. It just felt weird, this long, warm, wienie just going up in me. I balanced myself by leaning on the bed with my arms while Don started pumping in and out. He'd shove it way up in, pull back, then shove it in again. At first it went in very hard because it was so tight, but he'd put cold cream on his thing and pretty soon it was really sliding in and out like anything and it started feeling good. That was the part that really caught me by surprise. I'd wondered why Don and Chuck had been doing what they did, and why other kids did, too, and I'd figured that the reason was sort of exciting being undressed with another person and fooling around. I never realized how good it felt to have a boy stick his wienie up your rear end. The more Don pumped me and fucked me, the more excited I got, and it felt so good I could hardly stand it. I reached back and spread my buttocks apart with my hands so he could get it in me deeper and bent down until my head was on his bed. All the while he kept giving it to me, driving it up me as far as it would go, pulling it out almost all the way, and then driving it back in again, slipping it in and out, real fast. This terrific sensation began to build up in me every time he did it. It was unbelievable. “'Like it?' he gasped.
“'Oh yes,' I moaned. 'Please keep doing it. Don't ever stop. Ohhhhh, I love it, I love it!'
“He kept shoving it to me and shoving it, and I learned how to push back and forth, too, with my fanny. Ohhh, it was good. Then I felt his wienie pulsating and warm stuff squirting up me.
“'What's happening?' I whispered.
“'I'm shooting off in you,' he moaned.
“Finally, he pulled it out, and when I reached back I found that my buttocks were just wet with this stuff that smelled like Clorox and was sticky and gooey.
“'What did you do in me?' I asked.
“'I shot off,' he moaned.
“'Does that mean I'll have a baby?'
“ 'No, silly, that's the wrong hole for that.'
“'I guess I'd better go to bed,' I said.
“'Yeah.'
“He pulled his pajama pants back on and climbed back in bed. He was all worn out, and I was sort of tired, too. I hadn't had a climax exactly then, but it had felt real nice, and I understood now why kids did it.
“I went to the bathroom and washed myself off back there and then went to bed. Boy, that had really been something. I knew that I wanted to do it again.
“The next morning I woke up pretty late and had my shower and got dressed. Later, I felt that I had to go to the toilet, but I couldn't go. My rear felt stuck, and I remembered all the juice that Don had pumped into me. And then I had an idea. I really felt now that I wanted something pushed up my rear end again, so I decided to see if I could talk Mom into giving me an enema.
“I've always liked enemas, but I really didn't know why until Don fucked me in the rear. It all started when I was eleven.
“Another girl and I, her name was Ginny, used to play in a little shed on a vacant lot. One Saturday Ginny and I went over there to play house and when we opened the door there was her brother Allen with his pants off trying to stick a candle up his ass. We just stood there in the doorway bug-eyed, and then we burst into hysterics. Poor Allen was so flustered. The candle was still up his ass and he'd taken his pants off so that he was bare from the waist down.
“It was about the first time that I'd seen a boy up close, so I could really see what he looked like. Don was my brother, of course, but except when we were real little we never saw each other naked. I used to wonder what he looked like undressed and sometimes I'd try to peek in when he was having his bath or something, but I never did really get a good look at him in front.
“Allen's wienie was as hard as a rock. It stuck out in front, and then there were those round balls underneath. I was absolutely fascinated and kept staring at him. I was also fascinated by his bare bottom and the way the candle looked disappearing in between his buttocks. I think buttocks are awfully fascinating; to me that's the sexiest part of a person, his buttocks.
“'What the heck are you doing?' I asked, giggling away.
“'He's trying to screw himself. Can't you see?' said Ginny. She was giggling, too. We were both in hysterics, and there was Allen, red-faced, trying to pull the candle out of his ass and put his pants back on all at the same time, and blubbering at us not to tell anybody.
“'Let's make a daisy chain,' Ginny said.
“'What's that?' I wanted to know.
“She said, 'Allen can cornhole me, and then, while he's doing it, you stick the candle up his ass. Then he'll cornhole you and I'll stick the candle up his ass.'
“Allen was enthusiastic, but I was confused. “'What's “cornhole”?' I asked.
“'It's when a boy shoves his prick up somebody's ass,' Ginny said. 'Allen and I do that all the time.'
“'But why don't you screw the regular way?' I asked.
“'We can't get it in,' she said.
“'I never had it up your ass either,' said Allen. 'Come on,' he added, 'get undressed. I don't want to be the only one without his pants on.'
“'Okay,' said Ginny, cheerfully, and took off her shorts and panties; I felt kind of shy at first, but I took off mine, too, and there the three of us were with our bare asses.
“'Stick the candle up my ass,' Ginny told Allen, and pushed her rump in his face.
“I watched.
“'Ow, that hurts,' she said when he tried to stick it in.
“'It'll hurt at first,' he said, 'especially if you don't bend down enough. You got to bend down more.'
“Ginny spread her legs apart, bent way down, and grabbed her ankles. I could see her asshole. Allen poked the candle against it and started moving it in and out. I could see it start to go in. It just about drove me wild. I wished it was going in me, even though Ginny kept yelling, 'Ow!' and griping about how much it hurt. I noticed she didn't do anything to stop him from shoving it in, though. He got it about halfway in and then she told him to stop a minute because she was getting a cramp from bending over. She straightened up and Allen and I kept staring at the candle in her ass and how it disappeared up the crack. She had sort of plump cheeks and they just sort of folded around the candle. I asked her how it felt, and she said it felt good. Then I asked her if she'd stick it in me, only I wanted her to do it and not Allen, because he was a boy.
“She pulled the candle out of her ass, and I turned around and bent over, way down, like she had, and with my legs apart. Then all of a sudden we heard voices outside.
“'Oh, geez, somebody's coming!' said Allen, and we really went into a panic getting our clothes back on. It was just in time, too, because an old man stuck his head in the door and wanted to know what we were doing in there.
“'Just playing,' said Ginny, but I don't think he believed her the way he looked.
“'Well, you better get out of here and go play somewhere else,' he said, and we scrammed out of there and lit for home.
“I was really hard up after that. I'd wanted that candle in me in the worst way, and I kept imagining what it would be like to be cornholed. I kept noticing kids' rear ends, too, when we went swimming, and wondered what they looked like bare-assed. But I never said anything about it to anybody, because I was awfully shy, really. I know what I just told doesn't sound like it, but it's true. I was.
“Then something happened to really send me off after school started. I have an older sister, Jane, and she was about eighteen then, and going to university. We never got along very well. Jane was always sort of stuck up and everything. But I guess one of the main reasons I didn't like her is because Dad and Mom both liked her better than me. I hadn't really figured that out then, of course, but it always seemed like she got more stuff than I did and they made more of a fuss over her, especially Mom. If I got sick or something Mom just gave me a dose of something and didn't make all that much of a fuss. Anyway, I practically never got sick. But Jane was always getting sick. She had a lot of intestinal trouble, and Mom was always making a fuss, always wanting to know if she'd gone to the bathroom and all that stuff. I always found it sort of disgusting.
“Anyhow, I came home from school this one day just as Mom was taking Jane in the bathroom. I had a funny feeling that Mom was going to give her an enema so I decided to stick around and peek through the crack in the door and see if I could see her getting it.
“I took off my shoes and sneaked up to the bathroom door and tried looking through the crack in the door. What I saw just about drove me out of my mind. There was Jane with her dress up and her panties down, bending over with her big rear end right in front of me, absolutely naked bare, two big round white cheeks, and Mom was shoving the enema tube up her ass. I was just hypnotized. Mom kept shoving it in and in. She must have shoved it up her a mile. I envied Jane so much, wished it was me getting it, and I kept wondering what it felt like to have a tube pushed up your ass like that. Then they moved away from where I could see.
“After that, all I could think about was what it would be like to be given an enema. I'd never had one, although Mom was always giving them to Jane. I figured Jane was lucky, and I wondered what she thought about it, and if she liked it. We had the same room, and that night when we were in bed, I asked her what it was like to take an enema.
“'What the heck do you want to know for?' she said.
“'I just wondered. Mom gave you one today, didn't she?'
“'How the heck do you know that?' she said, real snotty. Then she asked, 'You didn't watch, did you?'
“I told her I did, and she really got mad, and told me she was going to tell Mom on me, and that I was real dirty and everything. I got really scared and begged her not to, and finally she said she wouldn't, but that I better mind my own business and not go peeking at people when they're doing things that are private.
“The next morning, I still pretended to be asleep when she got up and I stared at her bare ass when she was getting out of her pajamas and getting dressed. It was so big and round, and I kept remembering what the red rubber enema tube had looked like disappearing up between those round white mounds. I really had a thing about rear ends now.
“A couple of weeks later, when I was coming home from school, I suddenly had this absolutely insane idea. When I got home, Mom was sitting on the sofa reading a magazine. I went up to her and stood there biting my lip, my hands behind my back, and then I heard myself ask it.
“'Mom,' I asked, 'would you give me an enema?' My throat was so dry I could hardly get it out. Mom just stared bug-eyed at me, and I guess I don't blame her.
“'What in the world-?' she said, in that tone of voice she used when she was really up tight.
“I felt myself blushing, and I got all confused and everything, 'That's okay,' I said, 'never mind,' and I started to go away. I felt like a real idiot.
“'Wait a minute, honey,' she said. 'Why do you want me to give you an enema? Are you sick?'
“I looked the picture of health, and there was never anything wrong with my bowels. I had planned to tell her I was constipated, but when it came down to it, I just couldn't lie, and I got all flustered.
“'No, that's okay,' I said. 'I'm okay,' and I started away again.
“But Mom said, 'Wait a minute, dear. Let's sit down and talk about it.' And she got this real serious expression on her face, like she does when she wants to set one of us straight about something.
“I sat down next to her, feeling awfully silly, and wishing that I'd kept my dumb mouth shut.
“'Now, what is this all about?' she asked. 'Why in the world do you want me to give you an enema? You're not sick.' I blushed and looked down at my shoes. I was really embarrassed. 'I dunno,' I said, wishing I could just fly out the door and keep on running.
“'You don't know?'
“'No.'
“'Well, I think I know, and I think you know, too, young lady.'
“I didn't say anything, and I was hoping she wouldn't tell me, because I was afraid she could just about read my mind. And I was right, because she could.
“'I think you want me to give you an enema because of sex,' she said.
“I just about went through the floor when she said that.
“'Is that right?'
“'I guess so,' I said in a real low voice. I couldn't look at her.
“'Yes, I thought so,' she said triumphantly. 'Well, I'm glad we're having this talk because you're getting some silly notions in your head.
Your sister told me you watched us the other day.'
“'She would, darn her!' I said.
“'No, I'm glad she did,' Mom said. Then she said something that really surprised me. 'Now, I think I'm just going to give you the enema right now so that you can find out what it's like and get all this out of your system.'
“Then she got up and I followed her into the bathroom. I really felt queasy. I was going to get something up my ass. Mom fixed the thing and hung the bag up on a hook on the bathroom door and then told me to pull my dress up and take my panties down. I did. Then she told me to bend over and started shoving the tube up my rear end. It felt so darned good I could hardly stand it. I just kept shifting from one leg to another and crossing my legs and bobbing my bottom up and down while she pushed the tube up me. I could feel it way up inside, and the water was spurting in and everything. I must be awfully sensitive back there because it just about drove me wild.
“After it was over, and I'd been to the John a few times, Mom had me sit with her and we talked again.
“'Well, I guess you got quite a charge out of that,' she said.
“I told her that I guess I did. She thought about it for a while, and finally said, “Well, I guess it won't hurt you. You're obviously going through some kind of phase, so if you feel you want one again, you tell me, and we'll just see how it goes.'
“I guess that makes it clear that I wasn't as innocent as I let on to Don, and that I really knew what I wanted him to do to me.
“I knew Mom would give me an enema if I asked her, and she did. The next time, I bent down with my dress up and panties down, and she shoved, the tube up my bare rear, way up. I told her it felt good, so she screwed me with it, pumped it back and forth while the water was pouring in me until I had this terrific orgasm.
“'Ohhhh, Mom, it feels good,' I moaned.
“Later I told her that the reason I'd asked her to give me the enema was because of what Don had done to me and that I was stuck up back there, and also he'd gotten me all aroused and I hadn't come. She wasn't mad or anything, but just kissed me and said she was glad we could talk, and that it was all right for me and Don to do that, but that it probably would be a good idea for me to have her give me an enema afterwards. When I saw Don he told me he'd peeked through the door and had watched Mom give me the enema and that he'd shot off when he'd watched the tube going up between my bare buttocks. I just laughed and told him what Mom had said and I thought he'd faint.
“'You mean she doesn't care?' he asked.
“'Nope. We can do it any time we like.'
“'Wow!'”
Frances is anal erotic in a very unusual family situation in which this form of sex is not only permitted but encouraged by the mother. Unquestionably, the mother herself is anally erotic and derives considerable sexual satisfaction from giving enemas to her daughters, and she is also deriving vicarious pleasure from the experience which Frances has had with her brother. Jane, too, is anally erotic, as will be shown in what follows, and the situation is one in which all members of the family quite openly enjoy sex in this manner.
It should be noted that the father, a very successful and affluent lawyer, is never at home, that the family lives in a rather exclusive residential suburb, and that the mores of the set in which the parents travel are highly permissive. This is the kind of family in which wife-swapping, “key,” and other sex games are indulged by the parents who, in turn, have exceptionally permissive attitudes toward their children. From earliest childhood the two girls, in particular, have been brought up to accept sex as a normal and natural interest and to consider no form of sex to be particularly deviate. The mother is not a deviate in her own mind, nor are her daughters. She has not been quite so open with her son, who was obliged to be secretive about being sodomized by another boy, but this was not because of any moral scruples on her part so much as the purely accidental fact that she had never had occasion to know what he was doing and thus give him permission to do it.
The mother is a psychopath and somewhat nymphomanie. Or, perhaps, better, one might say that she is a person with both psychopathic and nymphomanie tendencies. She is not purely one or the other. To her sex is a matter of free choice, a pleasure to be indulged in, and she has no moral feelings about it. Her attitude is quite the opposite of those held by most women in the conservative household and community in which she grew up in the Middle West. After coming to California, she rebelled against this earlier upbringing by living promiscuously. The present marriage is her second. She has lovers and she willingly permits her husband to have mistresses when he wants. Actually, he is quite loyal to her, does not have her permissive values, and would be quite shocked if he knew how she was rearing the children. In this case that term is a double entendre. She is deliberately perverting them. However, her husband is seldom home and is almost a stranger to his children. Virtually, his only role in the household is to provide the rather lavish economic resources which enable the family to live an affluent life.
According to studies such as Cleckley's Mask of Sanity, psychopaths are excessively egoistic persons who simply take what they want and do what they will without much consideration of others or the trouble they may cause. They are more frequently than not the products of permissive homes. In the area of sex they are frequently quite promiscuous and indulge in sexual activities without remorse or inhibition.
Frances shows signs of becoming, like her mother, a psychopath, or, to use the more recent terminology, a sociopath. She will lie and maneuver in order to secure sexual gratification. It does not disturb her that the form of sex she prefers is deviated; she indulges in it purely for the pleasure it gives her at the moment. She does not think beyond the moment to the further consequences.
In addition to the element of psychopathy in this case, there is the further aspect of incest. Frances prefers to be given an enema by her mother, something which she finds very gratifying, or to submit to anal intercourse with her brother, rather than to indulge in either activity with someone not of her family. Between the three children and the mother there is an unwholesome and unhealthy bond of sexual indulgence which will make future relationships with other persons difficult. Since psychopaths are lost souls, so to Speak, beyond hope of cure, very little can be hoped for in the case of Frances and her mother. It is by no means evident, however, that Don and Jane are psychopathic. Indeed, they show every sign of being horrified by the sexual activities of their mother and sister. Consequently, they may escape, but only if they are removed from the home situation.
There is, finally, the importance of enemas in anal eroticism, and the fact that they are the chief reason for this form of sexual activity. This is most certainly the case here.
Young people do not pass through the various stages of development at an even rate, and most will become very mature in certain areas and remain regressive in others. This is essentially what happens where sex deviation is concerned. The young person who becomes a deviate may also be highly responsible, morally speaking, an excellent student, a star athlete, and socially very popular. In the area of sexual activity, however, he will still be a child, very possibly permanently so.
It can work as well the other way around. Many young people are entirely “normal” sexually, but they may be very egoistic and irresponsible, poor students, and physically and socially underdeveloped. The deviate is consequently not a degenerate or pervert, and, indeed, his regressive sexual preferences may have little or nothing to do with achievements in other areas, unless it is in the positive way of spurring him on to higher goals to compensate for what society frowns upon in him.
Anal eroticism is among the less common deviations, and remains under the ban of social disapproval, even since the beginning of the “sexual revolution.” Consequently, those who have these preferences remain very reticent, and it is difficult to get accurate information. Only the occasional case, here and there, reveals it, although the probability that it is reasonably widespread is high, in view of the fact that anal sex is very common among children, as we have seen.
Analism is chiefly a form of masturbation, often involving narcissism, the girl's fascination with the beauty of her own naked buttocks, or partial-ism, a fascination with buttocks in general, coupled with a desire for penetration in that region. The visual and tactile elements are intertwined.
The enema is a highly erotic form of medical treatment and the apparatus is particularly stimulating to the person with anal tendencies. The dark red-rubber bag or hot water bottle, bulging with water, the long tube which leads from it, culminating either in a black nozzle or, more titillating, a soft rubber colon tube. Even the most insignificant details are important. Like other regressive types, the anal erotic is obsessive and compulsive. Ritual is important. The girl wants to repeat the first time, wants each subsequent occasion to be as much like the first as possible. If she was given an enema with a fountain syringe and tube in the bathroom, she wants only a fountain syringe. If she was dressed at the time and had to pull up her skirt and take down her panties, she must repeat that. If she had to lie down on the rug on the floor or bend over, she must repeat that. What her mother or the mother substitute says is important, too. She wants to be told to bend down, to be told that she must bend down further if she is not bending enough. If her mother was stern, then she wants her to be stern again. If she was gentle, she wants that.
Whether the first experience of an enema was painful or pleasant makes little difference. It often imprints itself deep in the mind of the young person; it becomes a focal experience of considerable importance to him, an experience which he wants repeated.
Frances had several experiences in anal intercourse both before and after her seduction of her brother. One of them happened when the auburn-haired, well-developed girl had just turned twelve.
“One time I was upstairs in the attic with this boy. His name was Billy, and we were fooling around in the trunks up there. We got started talking about sex, or rather I got us talking about it, and I asked him if he'd ever done it with another boy. He got this funny look on his face and said he had.
“'What's it like?' I asked. 'Is it nice?'
“'Uh-huh. You wanna try it?'
“ 'Do you wanna?'
“ 'Okay,' he said.
“'All right. What have I got to do?' I asked.
“'Take down your slacks and lie down.'
“'You take yours down first,' I demanded.
“'Well, all right,' he said.
“He acted embarrassed, hesitated a minute, then unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants and took them down, and then he took down his shorts. It was the first time I'd seen a boy's wienie and I was curious… well, not the first time.
“'If we fuck, do you put that in me?' I asked.
“'Yes,' he said in this hoarse voice.
“'Won't it hurt?'
“'No, it'll feel good. Go ahead and get undressed.' I undressed.
“I really wanted to try it now, so I took down my slacks and panties and then I lay down on the floor on my tummy like he told me to. He got down on top of me, and he was really heavy, too.
“'Can you get it in?' I whispered.
“'I'm trying,' he said.
“I felt it between my cheeks, sticking in the crack, but he couldn't find the hole. I reached back and tried to find it, but I couldn't either.
“Then we heard the door slam downstairs. Our folks had come home, and we got scared and got up and got dressed again. It was a good thing, too, because my aunt came right upstairs to the attic to see what we were doing, and we were just looking at the stuff in the trunk.
“That night they all went out to a dance or party or something and left us two kids home. It was sort of late when they left and we'd both gone to bed. After they were gone, I got up and sneaked into Billy's room.
“'Is that you, Fran?' he said.
“'Uh-huh…You wanna try it again?'
“'Yeah,' he said.
“We pulled the shades down and turned on the light. Then I pulled up my nightie and lay down on the bed on my tummy and he took down his pants and lay down on top of me. He got his dick in the crack like before, but he couldn't find the hole, and I couldn't either. I said, 'Maybe you can get it in if I bend over.'
“He said, 'Okay, let's try it,' so I stood up, held my nightie way up high, and stooped down. It really felt funny doing that, and I could see my bare ass in the mirror, all round and white, and, boy, that really got me excited. It was really something when I saw his wienie going in between my cheeks. I really bent down with my head on my arms on the bed, and my knees bent and everything, and he said he could see my asshole. So I reached back with my hand and guided his dick right to it, and he pushed. I could feel him pushing. But it didn't go in. He pushed and pushed, and it hurt a little, not much, but a little. But it didn't go in.
“Then he said, 'Maybe I ought to put some vaseline or something on it.' So I went to the bathroom and found some vaseline in the medicine cabinet and we rubbed some of that on his dong and I reached back with my finger and rubbed some of it around my asshole.
“Boy, this time was different! I bent down again, right in the bathroom, and he pushed the head of his dong against my asshole. This time we spread my cheeks apart; he pulled one cheek and I the other. He could really see my asshole now. And when he pushed, I felt my ass open up and the head of his dong went in and the whole thing just shot up me like a red-hot poker.
“'Is it in?' he said.
“'Oh boy, I'll say!' I said. It didn't really hurt, because he didn't have a very thick dong. Or really, I should say, it hurt, but I sorta liked it. It really felt great. I would liked to have had him leave it in, because I liked the way it felt in there, but he pulled it out, and I straightened up.
“'Do it again,' I said, and bent over again. This time it went in real easy. It just slid in. It was really neat. I just loved it. It felt like I really had something back there. It was really in. 'Leave it in,' I begged, but he pulled it out.
“'Lie down and let me screw you the regular way,' he said in this tense voice.
“I was all for trying that, so I lay down on my back on the bathroom floor and spread my legs apart like you're supposed to. And he lay down on top of me. But it was the same old stuff again. He couldn't get it in. We tried vaseline and everything, but it still wouldn't work.
“'You're too small,' he said.
“'Stick it up my ass again,' I said, 'and this time leave it in.'
“We decided to do it dog-fashion this time. At least, that's what he called it. And I got down on all fours and he got behind me and shoved it up my ass again. I loved feeling it go in. He pulled it out and pushed it up in again. He didn't try to pump or anything. Then, finally, he asked me to jerk him off. I didn't know what that meant, but he showed me how to hold his dick and rub it. He started getting excited, and then this white stuff spurted out of his dong. After that he wasn't interested in fooling around anymore, even though I was, and we finally went to bed.
“I didn't see Billy for a couple of months after that night. They lived upstate and we were on Long Island. But one time, at the end of the summer, they came down and visited us again, for a weekend, and we went out to Montauk Point to have a picnic. We went swimming and all that stuff, and then we went off down the beach, climbing on the rocks and all that.
“'Do you want to fuck?' I asked.
“'Naw,' he said, 'you're too little.' And then he told me he was going out with a girl, and that he didn't want to do any dirty stuff anymore. The regular way was okay, but not in the ass.
“I should have been humiliated, but instead I wanted it so bad that I started to peel down my swimsuit and begged him to fuck me.
“'Okay, bend over,' he said reluctantly. I did, and he started pushing his dong into my ass. We'd been swimming, and we were both wet. His dong rubbed up in me. He had to sort of work it in.
“'Is it in?' he asked.
“'Yes. It's going in.'
“'You've got to bend over some more,' he said.
“I did. I bent just about double, and he pushed his dong all the way up as far as it would go. It felt awfully good and I wished he'd leave it in, but like the last time, he pulled it out.
“'My poor prick,' he said.
“'Do it again,' I begged; but he said, 'No, it's dirty. I don't ever want to do it that way again.'
“Not long after that, Jane and I started fooling around with the enema thing. It happened one summer when we were at the cottage. There are a lot of old people in this place where my parents insist on spending their vacation. I hate it. There aren't too many kids, and there really isn't anything to do except go to the drive-in movie, or, if you dig the great outdoors, which I don't particularly, you can go boating and stuff. Most of the boys are real creeps.
“After Mom gave me that enema I started fooling around with the enema thing myself. Whenever my folks would go out, I'd go in the bathroom, strip naked, and try to give myself an enema. I'd keep getting water on the floor, though, and it was hard to get the nozzle in myself and keep it in there.
“Then one day Jane caught me. I thought she'd gone over to the lake with Mom and Dad, but she hadn't. I was down on all fours on the bathroom floor, naked, trying to stick the enema nozzle up my fanny when I heard a sound behind me, and there was Jane. Her eyes were as big as saucers.
“'What the hell are you doing?' she demanded.
“I pulled out the tube and sat up. Boy, was my face red.
“'What does it look like, dummy?' I retorted. 'I'm taking an enema.'
“'What are you doing that for?' she asked. 'Are you sick?'
“'No,' I said, 'I'm not sick.' I don't know why I had to be so darned honest. All I had to say was I was sick and that would have been okay. I'm dumb sometimes.
“'Let's play nurse,' she suddenly said with a grin. 'I'll be the nurse and you can be the patient.' We used to play that when we were little.
“'Okay,' I said. “Then I'll be the nurse and you can be the patient.' And we both started to giggle.
“Jane stripped so that we were both naked, and I lay down on the floor on my tummy with my legs apart. Jane started shoving the tube up my bottom. We took the nozzle off and smeared vaseline on the tube first. Boy, it was wonderful! Wow! While she was pushing it in me, she turned the water works on, and then she started finger-poking me. That was really good. I just kept groaning and wiggling and squirming around because it felt so good, begging her to really ram the tube all the way up my rear and all that. I just loved it. She kept telling me how beautiful my bottom looked with the tube going up. She was really enjoying giving me the enema as much as I enjoyed taking it. She pushed the tube way way up me, or so it seemed, and I could feel it going in all the way. It goes in sort of tight at first because it has to get through your rectum, and that's very tight, then it suddenly sort of bursts through into your bowel, and after that it just slithers in, and that's the part that feels so good, especially when somebody is finger-poking you at the same time.
“Afterwards I gave Jane an enema the same way. I made her lie down on her stomach with her legs apart, and, while I was pushing the tube up her, I gave her a good finger-poking. She was like me. She just went crazy and kept begging me to really shove it way up in.
“When it was all over, we got dressed, cleaned everything up, and were just sticking the syringe back in the closet when our folks came up the drive. They wondered why we were so red in the face and tired, but we told them we'd been out playing tennis, which they said was a dumb thing to do because it was so hot.
“Jane and I talked more than we'd ever done before. She and I had never been particularly close, but now we were. She told me that she'd faked most of the times when Mom had given her enemas, and that she sort of thought Mom was getting something out of giving them to her, but she hadn't been really sure. Then we talked about Don, and I told her about what he and I had done, and she was just fascinated.
“'Oh, I've always wanted to be screwed in the ass!' she exclaimed. 'I wonder if he'd do it to me.'
“'Why don't we all fool around together,' I suggested.
“'Oh yes, let's,' she said with enthusiasm.
“About a week later Dad and Mom went to the city for the day leaving the three of us alone. In the morning we walked down to the lake and swam around awhile and then we came back. On the way back we started talking about sex, and I finally came right out with it, about Don and me, and also about what Jane and I had done, so that all three of us now knew.
“'Let's do it,' I said. 'As soon as we get home, let's do it, all three of us. First Don can cornhole Jane and while he's doing it to her I'll give him an enema.'
“But Don said nix on that. He didn't want anything up his ass, he said, and anyway, he wanted to screw the regular way and none of this rear-end stuff. Jane and I weren't too enthusiastic about that, because-suppose something happened and one of us got pregnant. He talked us into it, though. We were both curious to try almost anything and that included regular, of course. It would be a way of finding out if we were as queer as we were afraid we were. That part bothers me a little, I mean about being queer.
“As soon as we were home, the three of us stripped naked and started fooling around. I sucked Don's prick so that it became as hard as a rock and he gave us a trip around the world each. He started licking around our tits, our nipples and everything, and then worked down and down until he was sucking and licking us around our pussies and then our assholes. It was terrific. I'd never had anything like that before and neither had Jane. We both came, but we were so excited that we still wanted more even after we'd come.
“Then Don started screwing Jane. They did it the old-fashioned way first, him on top and her underneath. That's about the dullest way to make love that I can imagine. I think Jane thought so, too. I don't know why adults are so hung up on old-fashioned. I think its a bore Anyway, Don shoved it to her and screwed her. He was still full of it even after he finished with Jane and wanted to screw me the same way. But I said that I at least, wanted it dog-fashion. He agreed, and I got down on my hands and knees and he pushed his prick up into my vagina. He fucked me. But, it's funny, I didn't like it much. It really didn't feel like anything.
“'Stick it up my rear,' I begged him. “He did, and the moment it slid up my rectum, I came.
“'Ohhhhhh, that's good,' I moaned. 'It's goood!'
“The fact that Jane was staring at my bare cheeks and watching me get it back there really added to it, too. I like to have someone watch me have something pushed up my rear. I don't know why, but it just adds something to the whole thing. I just love it.
“After he shot off up my rear, and after we'd rested for a while, Don cornholed Jane. It was my idea. I enjoyed watching her get it, too, and kept staring at her buttocks, at how round and white they were, at how the prick just slid right up in. It really turned me on. Jane enjoyed it, too. Both of us like rear-end sex much better than any other way. It's funny, that part. My vagina really disgusts me. I hate my periods, and I hate the goo and all that. I really think that it's a very ugly part of your body. But there is no part of your body that's as pretty and clean as your buttocks, and to be penetrated back there is really nice. I really like it.
“Don and I did it quite a bit from then on, and Jane, too. We'd sneak into Don's room when Mom was out. All three of us would strip naked and then Don would cornhole us. We tried it in all different kinds of positions-bending over, lying down on our stomachs, dog-fashion, lying down on our backs with our legs up, every way that we could. What Don couldn't figure out was why both of us liked it so much in the rear and didn't like it at in the regular way. I think it used to bother him a little, and I think it bothered Jane, too. But it never did me. I don't see anything at all wrong with doing it that way. They call it Greek, and I read once that the Greeks were the most cultured people in the whole world, so how could anything that they did be bad? I don't think it is.
“But, better than anything, better than doing it Greek, even, I like enemas. I'd rather be given an enema than anything, and either by Jane or by Mom. I keep trying to think back to remember how I got this way. It must have been the first time that did it for me, and I think that it was when I was ten and had the Asian flu.
“'Frances, come in here this minute. I'm not going to speak to you again,' Mom snapped that time. I remember how mad I was and how I threw back the covers and then threw my legs over the side of the bed. I didn't want a darned enema, even though I'd never had one before. I remember how the bag bulged and how red it was, and how absolutely awful that long tube looked. I didn't want to have to expose my buttocks either, especially since I felt that Mom hated me.
“'I'm waiting for you,' Mom said in this sort of angry voice. What I hated most was having to take my pajama pants down in front of Mom and bend over with my bottom stark naked, and have her Stick something in me back there, her of all people. But I couldn't do anything about it, so even though I was pretty red in the face, I took down my pants and bent down. She stuck the nozzle up my bottom and then the water started squirting in.
“'Is it going in?' she demanded.
“'Yes, Mother,' I whispered.
“That's when I found that it feels good to get an enema, even though its humiliating, too. I was also sort of excited having my bottom bare, and I began to wonder what a boy's wienie would feel like back there.
“'Can you take any more?'
“'It's all right, Mom,' I said.
“I was pretty quiet about the whole thing, just took it and didn't cry or complain or anything. Afterwards Mom made me go back to bed. I just lay in my bed, thinking about the enema, and after a while I began to wish that she'd do it to me again.
“Mom came upstairs to see how I was. 'Did the enema work?' she asked me.
“Then without having planned to say anything, I heard myself telling Mom that it hadn't particularly, and that maybe I needed another one.
“Mom raised her eyebrows a little, especially because I'd said I wanted another one.
“'Well, I guess I'd better give you another,' she said. She went into the bathroom, and I climbed out of bed and followed her in. I just stood there in the doorway, with my stomach turning flip-flops, and my hand kept slipping back over my buttocks while I watched her take the nozzle off the tube and start greasing the tube. 'I'm going to run it way up in this time,' she told me. 'Get undressed.'
“I closed the bathroom door behind me, took my pajama pants down again, and bent down.
“'You'll have to bend way down,' she said.
“'All right… Am I bending down enough?'
“'No, a little more.'
“I felt her insert the tube in me. She slid it between my buttocks and through my bottom hole. Then it started sliding way up in. Ooooh, it felt good.
“'It doesn't hurt, does it?' she asked.
“'No,' I said. 'It feels funny.'
“'Bend way down. Take a deep breath and bend way down,' she said.
“I did, and felt the tube sliding way up in me. It was just delicious.
“'Get down on your knees and elbows,' she told me.
“I did and just crouched there with my bottom up. I could feel the tube way up in.
“'Does it feel good?' Mom asked in this odd voice.
“'Yes, Mom,' I confessed.
“'I'm going to run the tube up higher,' she whispered, 'and you can just enjoy it, and if you want to holler or anything, it's okay.'
“So she started pushing the tube further up into me, very swiftly and smoothly. As it slithered in I also felt the water. I was still embarrassed, and my face was blushing, but I really enjoyed it. I found that if I pressed my thighs real tight together, pressed, and pushed back, the sensation was just wonderful. The tube kept going in and in. It was already more than a foot in. I pressed very hard, tightened against the water, but it squirted in. The pressure became painful, and I found myself wriggling around. My heart was pounding. I moaned.
“'Hurt?'
“'No-o-o-o-o-o-o-o, it feels good!'
“'Feels good?'
“'Ooooooooo!'
“'Lie down on your tummy and spread your legs apart.'
“I did and the tube pushed up higher and I was just in ecstasy. 'Ooooooo, this enema feels good! Oooooh, it feels good!' I just hollered and my buttocks were bounding up and down.
“That's the time that I'm sure got me started on this stuff. Mom was kind of funny afterwards, and I felt that I'd done something wrong even though she was the one that had done it to me. But now I know what it was, and that that's the reason I like Greek and all that stuff.”
Frances's is the most purely anal erotic of all the cases mentioned and is almost a classic example of analism as discussed in Chidakel's Female Sex Perversion. Analism begins, he pointed out, with enemas given to young children by their mothers. Other, later forms of anal eroticism, including anal intercourse, are essentially derived from these initial experiences. The fact that the mother also derives sexual gratification from giving her child an enema is typical. There is, therefore, an incestuous component to analism as well as a homosexual aspect. Analism cannot be regarded as a simple phenomenon but is a highly complex syndrome.