"I guess when the kids put me in this here old-folks home they figured that'd be the end of their problems, 'specially the problems they thought they was havin' with me chasin' women all over the place.
"They kept on tellin' me that I was too old to be actin' that way. that I should act my age, and all that sort of shit. Guess they just couldn't understand that old men get horny, too. I do, anyway. Always have. Ever since I was a kid, when Mary took me out into the barn on my tenth birthday to show me what it was all about, I been gettin' it regular, and I don't see no sense in stoppin' now, just 'cause Fm past my three score and ten.
"Well, I got some news for them kids of mine. They may think they've got me locked away where I can't get none, but I'm still doin' all right. Got to admit that, when I first got here I was a little worried about it, 'specially after seeks' all the old biddies they got livin' here, but it didn't take me long to find out there was pussy to be had, if you know where to look for it.
"I guess it was about the third or fourth night I was here, when I was getting pretty hard-up for some action. I was thinkin' about jackin' off, somethin' I hadn't done in a lot of years, when I got my first bit of action. And to this day I don't rightly know whether or not Miss Simmons, my nurse, knew about it or not. You see, it was her I got.
"They got us in little rooms,, with no doors so's they can hear if we fall out of bed or any-thin', and at night they have a nurse on duty. She doesn't have to stay awake, though. They got a little room for her; too, right up at the front of the hall.
"Well, like I said, it was about the third or fourth night I was there, an' I had to get up and take a leak about three in the mornin'. One bad thing about gettin' old is that my bladder isn't as strong as it used to be, nor my kidneys, and it seems like I have to get up two or three times every night to take a leak.
"The head was up at the front of the hall, right by Miss Simmons' room, and as I was on my way back down the hall I saw that her door was open a little bit. I guess so she could hear if any of us antiques needed any help durin' the night. Anyway, her door was open a little bit, so I just sort of peeked in, just to see what it looked like, you know?
"Well, maybe I was gettin' senile, like my kids think, 'cause when I looked in that door and saw Miss Simmons there, in that bed, the blanket down enough so I could see one of her bare tits stickin' out, I just couldn't help slippin' inside for a closer look.
"By the time I got up to the bed I was shakin' I was so horny, and without even thinkin' about it I climbed up there on the bed with her, moving slow and easy so's not to wake her up. My cock was hard and my balls was achin' from lookin' at her. I sort of straddled her chest with my knees, and she didn't even move when I pulled open my pyjama bottoms and let my cock pop out, the head of it goin' right up against her sleepin' lips like it had a mind of its own.
"Them lips of hers was real full and sort of poutin' like, sort of wet and shiny lookin', and in the light that was leakin' in from the hall I saw a little drop of wet on 'em, a drop that had pumped itself out the end of my cock. When I saw that I stopped worryin' about wakin' her up. I just didn't give a damn anymore. I had to get my cock into that sweet lookin' mouth of hers.
"All at once Miss Simmons began moaning in her sleep, and for a second I froze, thinkin' that she was gonna wake up and find me there. Her eyes stayed closed, though, and I watched as just the tip of her tongue came out from between them lips of hers to lick off that little drop on her lip, then make a swipe at the head of my cock to get another drop that had formed there. It sure did feel good, and I couldn't make up my mind whether she was asleep or not.
"Just sittin' there astride her wasn't gettin' much done, so I lifted up real slow, to keep from movin' the bed around too much, and eased the blanket out from under me, exposin' first them beautiful tits of hers, sticking up out of her chest like a couple of small mountains, with dark tips that looked like they was just achin' to be kissed, then the soft-lookin' mound of her belly. With one quick jerk I pulled the blanket clean off her, dropping it over the side of the bed. Miss Simmons, I'll have you know, slept in the raw, just like I used to, and in my mind that's nothin' more than a sign that she was ready for a little fuckin'.
"I settled back down over her tits again, feel-in' them pressin' at the cheeks of my ass, and nudged my cock against her mouth real gentle like. When I did I'll be damned if she didn't open them lips of hers, just enough so I could slide my cock a little way in.
"I knew that I was takin' some big chances on gettin' in trouble there in Miss Simmons' room, and that I should get my tail out of there right then, but I just couldn't help wonderin' just how far I could go. I was thinkin' hard that I should get out, but my body was tellin' me that I had to stay, that I'd be a double-damned fool if I left right then.
"I was sweatin' pretty hard while I tried to make up my mind what to do, when Miss Simmons made up my mind for me. My cock was still lay in' there against her lips, and she stuck her tongue out just a little bit to give it a lick, then kissed it full on the head, That was all I needed. I knew that I was pretty close to comin' right then, and that if I went and shot a load of hot cum into her mouth while she was sleepin' she'd sure as shit wake up, and I'd be in big trouble, but after she kissed the head of my cock I just didn't give a shit no more.
"While I was thinkin' all this she was gettin' busier and busier, polishin' away at my knob with her tongue and lips, and I was gettin' hotter and hotter. Then she sort of lifted her knees up off the bed and they fell apart, bringin' her cunt right out into the open. I damn near got a crick in my neck lookin' back over my shoulder at that sweet lookin' hole. It looked better than any candy bar, and I just had to get a little taste of it, so I eased my body around again, turnin' completely around on the bed, but keep-in' my cock right there by her mouth. I ended up straddlin' her shoulders, with my cock right over her mouth, and my head right down there between her legs, eyes starin' at that juicy smell-in' cunt of hers. I just sat there and looked at it for a couple of minutes, sort of teasin' myself. Then, even though I was pretty sure she was still sleepin', she took the lead again. Her lips came up and locked around the head of my cock, and I just sort of squatted down, slidin' it right into her waitin' mouth.
"She took it right in, about halfway, her lips locked real tight around the shaft, and the heat of her mouth and the busy end of her tongue started drivin' me right out of my head. I had to get somethin' going on my own, so I dipped my head on down towards that pink cunt of hers, and started lickin' away.
"I ran my tongue along her cunt lips for a couple of seconds, just tastin' her juice, then flicked the end of it against her clit, stickin' up outta her flesh like some kind a little prick.
"Miss Simmons started groanin' and moanin' again, really gettin' with it on my cock, like she was just achin' to get fucked in whatever dream it was she was havin'. I slid my tongue right on into that pussy of hers, as deep as I could get it, then started movin' the tip of it around, explorin' and tastin'. That seemed to set her off, 'cause she reached up and grabbed the cheeks of my ass and pulled me down tight on top of her face, takin' my cock all the way back into her tight, hot and lovin' throat. She was givin' me a blow job like I hadn't had in years, and I was lovin' every slurp.
"Maybe, I began thinkin', she was just pretendin' to be asleep. Maybe she needed a little lovin' as much as I did, but, since she was a nurse, she couldn't admit it. It was a nice thought, and I still think it at times, but the way she was actin' I was pretty sure she was actually sleepin', sort of having a wet dream, but with real action.
"Dream or not, she was givin' me some real good head. Her lips was slidin' up and down the length of my cock faster and faster, like she was tryin' to get me to match her motions, so I obliged her, rammin' my tongue in and out of her cunt, stickin' it deep, wigglin' it around, then pullin' it out to give a little lick to her clit. I had my hands under her now, a hold of her ass and liftin' her up off the bed so I could get a straight shot at her cunt, and she was helpin', jerkin' her hips up and down and back and forth and 'round in little circles like I was drivin' her nuts.
"She was givin' as good as she was gettin', workin' away on my cock like it was some kind of all-day sucker. She was puttin' so much suction on it that I didn't have to pump it in and out of her mouth. She was just suckin' it in, all the way back into her throat, so far that on every down stroke I could feel my balls bobbin' against her nose, the air whistlin' through her nostrils ticklin' the hairs I had growin' there so bad I almost had to start laughin'.
"I didn't laugh, though, 'cause I knew I was only seconds away from comin', and I sure didn't want to take a chance on wakin' her up right then. From the way her body was movin' around underneath me, her wet cunt slappin' against my face, smearin' her love-juice all over me, I figured she wasn't far away, either, so I just gave my tongue everythin' it had, stickin' it in and slidin' it out as fast as it would move. I pried the cheeks of her ass apart and slid one finger in until I felt the tight little pucker of her asshole. I could feel her muscles clenchin' and relaxin' as her body pumped away under mine, and I timed it, so that when it relaxed one time I was able to slide my finger right into her hot ass.
"That was all she needed, and when she went off she took me right with her. Her teeth bit down on the shaft of my cock so hard I almost yelled, then I was pumpin' a hot load of cum into her mouth.
"For a second, from the sounds I heard, I thought she was gonna choke from that hot load, but she got her throat workin' and swallowed every drop of it. At the same time her hips jerked upwards, pressin' her cunt tight against my face, lookin' my tongue deep inside it.
"I could feel all them little muscles in her pussy shakin' away, grabbin' at my tongue as a hot flood of juice gushed towards my mouth. That juice tasted like the sweetest honey and I sucked in every drop of it, at the same time pumpin' every bit of stored up cum in my balls, a whole month's worth, down into her throat.
"She just didn't seem to want to stop comin', her body thrashin' away under mine so hard I was sure she was gonna wake up any second. Then, with a little scream that vibrated around my cock, she collapsed back on the bed, her lips still suckin' the last drops of cum out of my cock. Her ass fell back onto the bed, and I was just barely able to get my finger out of it before she broke it off. I didn't really want to stop then, but I knew that if I tried anything else she was sure to wake up, so I let my tongue slide out of her cunt, gettin' one last little lick of that juice of hers on the way out.
"My cock was shrinkin' fast in her mouth, and she didn't seem to want to give it up any more than I had wanted to give up that sweet pussy of hers, but I managed to slide it out from between her lips at last, and climbed slowly, carefully off the bed.
"Tryin' not to make a sound I picked up the blanket from the floor and pulled it over her again, then I slipped out of the room and down the hall to my own little cell.
"About three hours later I was still layin' there, wide awake, thinkin' about what had happened, when I heard an alarm clock go off. A couple of minutes later Miss Simmons came by, makin' her rounds, and I couldn't help but notice as I laid there, pretendin' to be asleep, that she sure had a mighty big and mighty satisfied lookin' smile on her lips. Come to think of it, I guess I was smilin' pretty good, too."
Man's sexual behavior, at any age, is a highly emotional and ubiquitous form of human experience, and when sexual behavior involving older men is the subject, it is hard to make any evaluation as to sexual normalcy, since, even in our own society, a very wide variation in sexual practices falls within the limits of what is considered to be normal by psychiatrists, psychologists and sociologists.
According to Kinsey, et al., in Sexual "Behavior in the Human Male, male sexuality usually reaches its frequency peak in early adolescence and declines steadily from that time on, Kinsey estimated that the number of sexual acts performed by the average man may easily reach 10,000 in an average lifetime, a truly fantastic exhibition of sexual prowess.
This sexual functioning in the human male, especially when he reaches what has been called his "declining years," represents a dynamic interaction between mental, emotional and physical factors. It has been shown that sexuality is strongly influenced by complex conscious and unconscious psychic factors, by such physiological factors as neurological and endocrine status and age, and by such socio-cultural factors as income and education and the prevailing sexual mores and attitudes regarding women. The sexual process in the aged male is quite sensitive, and may be disturbed by any one of these factors, or a combination of several.
When considering the effect of aging on sexual desire and performance it is essential to consider impotence, so often associated with aging. Fears of it can lead to impotence, thus creating a vicious circle of cause and effect.
It is a common belief that the older the man, the less able he is to engage in sexual activity. Kinsey and his associates found that impotence does, in fact, increase with age, with practically no men in his sample reporting impotence at thirty-five, while 77 percent of his sample of eighty-year-old men reported that they were totally impotent, They noted, however, the phenomenon of wide individual differences in men under eighty and in the remaining 23 percent, and they reported erections and successful sex acts in some males of advanced age, some were over the age of ninety.
Although sexual activity, like most other male activities such as engaging in sporting events, shows a marked decline as the years advance, it is not correct to assume that sexual impotence is an inevitable function of advancing years. Psycho-sexual studies by Drs. Finkle, Moyers, Tobenkin and Rarg, in their article Sexual Potency in Aging Males (Journal of the American Medical Association, 170: 1391, 1959), and Drs. Newman and Nichols in their study of Sexual Activities and Attitudes in Older Persons (Journal of the American Medical Association, 173: 33, I960), indicate that the ready availability of a sexual partner, a wife or mistress, is more closely related to the continuance of sexual potency in the aging male than is age per sie, Drs. Finkle, et al., concluded that the older male who does not have a readily available sex partner:
... often lacks the drive and interest required to seek out a sexual partner, and thus reports that he is impotent, whereas the married older male is often able to continue coitus into advanced years, since his wife is available as a sexual partner.
In their article, Drs. Newman and Nichols stated: "One commonly recognized belief among younger people in our society is that older persons, especially their grandparents, have no sexual feelings."
After making this statement, they went on to give the data they had gathered, which agreed with Drs. Finkle et al., and showed how wrong those younger people were, They concluded:
In our society, the probability is that the amount of sexual activity engaged in by older persons is more a function of a readily available sexual partner than it is a function of age alone.
Even where impotence actually exists, psychiatric studies have shown repeatedly that, in many cases, psychological impotence in older men is selective in nature. That is, it occurs under one set of circumstances, but not another.
Thus, a man may be impotent with his wife, but with no one else, impotent with his mistress, but not with his wife, impotent with his wife and other women of equal social rank, but not with prostitutes, impotent with women in general but able to obtain an erection and achieve orgasm and ejaculation with masturbation, impotent with his wife but potent in sexual dreams, impotent with women but having morning erections, impotent with women but not impotent with other males, impotent with women but not with children or in unusual or deviant circumstances, and so on. There may be, and evidence indicates often there are, combinations of these circumstances in the cases we will be examining in this book.
To the aging person, retirement - for reasons of health, business policy, or desire for leisure - often means a drastic change in the sexual role and a decrease in both sexual activity and sexual/social prestige. With retirement and cessation of wages, self-regard and sense of sexual purpose may evaporate. Changes occur in sexual interests, attitudes and values as environmental demands, the newly ascribed role, and decreased sexual opportunities for individual achievement affect the person's status and activity.
Ideally, an aged person has confidence in his capacity to relieve his sexual tensions and obtain sexual gratification in a culturally acceptable manner, and he maintains a continuity with his past in terms of interest, goals, and gratifying pursuits of a sexual nature.
In contrast to the young adult, he may put less emphasis on current sexual performance and more on self-assurance that he has made an impression on the world in his lifetime, Review of his past sexual achievements can contribute greatly to his self-esteem. Unlike young people, he may show mellowness, a lack of haste, a patience with himself and others in sexual situations and a tolerance that has grown out of satisfied sexual curiosity.
Most important, the ideal aged person will have internalized the sexual values of his culture so that he continues to be capable of playing the various sexual roles required by his achieved status. Ideally, he has been and is a rational, considerate, cooperative, self-reliant, self-disciplined person, able to gain sexual pleasure through his own efforts and with others, and he has few complaints and is minimally complained about.
This ideal, however, is often not achieved. In chronological aging there is usually the before mentioned decline in sexual functioning, either because of physical or psychological factors, and there may also be changes in the environment or social role for which he is psycho-sexually unprepared. Such changes may reveal to him a paucity of resources for continued sexual functioning, and his capacity to react and adapt to this lessened sexual functioning may be so grossly inadequate that he becomes sexually inefficient, disturbed, and socially disturbing.
For an older man, the feelings of helplessness when he discovers that his sexual potency is diminishing is very unpleasant or even frightening. Helplessness and failure, real or anticipated, decreases self-esteem, sense of worth or dignity, and sexual confidence. Sexual activity becomes restricted, and sense of purpose decreases, Anger often becomes mixed with fear and is accentuated by limitation of sexual ability to achieve relief from sexual tensions and to provide oneself with sexually gratifying experiences.
Anger is often directed against oneself for being damaged, a failure, helpless and worthless, further decreasing self-esteem and self-confidence, and therefore sexual ability. Anger is also directed against, other persons as the individual becomes progressively weaker sexually. At times, however, this anger adds to feelings of strength and permits a short period of increased sexual functioning. Unfortunately, this expression of anger usually leads to increased fear because of guilt, conviction that one should be punished, and a sometimes realistic fear of retaliation.
With the advent of old age many persons begin to review their lives with feelings of regret at missed sexual opportunities. They begin to feel that they have failed to achieve their sexual goals in life, to make adequate use of their sexual assets, or to realize their full sexual potential. They are often grieved and depressed by the loss of a potentially sexually viable self, and the depression can, as we have noted above, often take the form of anger and psycho-pathological action as they realize that they will have no second chance. This can often lead to an attempt to force a second chance, through an affair with a younger woman.
The older man, entering the period of declining sexual prowess, often becomes obsessed with the sure knowledge of his approaching death, a death which he could not really envision when younger, and the awareness that he is being cast aside as "used-up" by his society, a reject who has outlived his usefulness.
Because of this, he will often seek out one last proof of his former sexual vitality and virility. The love-sex act, which has become the prime advertising factor in our culture, the central motivating operative in our entire social organization, leads him to the belief that only through a commanding proof of his continued sexual ability can he prove that he is still a man to be reckoned with and not yet a corpse waiting for burial. The affair which he will seek out, almost always involving a younger girl, represents his final chance for proving his manhood to the world. It is his attempt to turn back the clock to a period when he was still a whole man, a functioning, producing, valuable member of his society.
In both men and women, the change in appearance and loss of sexual value to the opposite sex that occurs in aging may pose serious problems. Men are often severely troubled by their loss of potency, which was not only a source of pleasure and a fancied way of rendering service to a woman and guaranteeing her continued interest, but also a symbol of his masculinity and worth as a person.
In both men and women, the decline of sexual interest and activity appears to be related to early acquired sexual habits and interests. The timid, prudish and inhibited tend to welcome the loss of sexual powers and drive and limit the activity of their sexual capacity earlier than those who have been active and relatively uninhibited. It is the man who enjoyed a full and completely satisfying sex life who is most often apt to become involved in an affair with a younger girl, or enter into the world of deviant sex acts.
Of course, a large part of the attraction that older men feel for younger girls has its basis in the desire for an incestuous relationship, either in fact or in symbolism. The daughter, loved by the man, is remembered as a highly desirable sexual object which he was never able to attain, and in his drive for "one last fling" he will often seek out a young woman who reminds him of his daughter in her most desirable period.
In some cases, the man, throwing all caution to the winds, will replace his incestuous desire for his daughter with an incestuous affair with a granddaughter. This is especially true where a young girl flatters the ego of the older man, either through desire on her own part or as a form of "teasing," in the belief that the older man is past the age where he is capable of sexual functioning, and is therefore "safe." This, in itself, is often enough to renew, for at least a short period, sexual vigor in the man, which sometimes comes as a surprise to the girl involved.
In our first case history we have a situation that is somewhat analogous to this, except that the girl involved does hope that her grandfather is capable of sexual activity.
CHAPTER ONE: A Favor Prom Grandpa
"Much as I hate to admit it, I'm not as young, or near as strong, as I used to he. Of course, at seventy, nobody expects a man to act like a high school kid.
"I guess it's because of my age that when I get home from my daily walk ground the park I'm pretty beat, both physically and mentally, from the three or four chess games I usually get into with other old-timers in the park. That's why, as soon as I get the door closed, I kick off my shoes, mix the same stiff drink I've been having after work for close to fifty years, and collapse into my favorite easy chair. It feels wonderful to just sit there relaxing, thinking about nothing, especially about how boring retirement is, doing nothing, just feeling the warm glow from the drink spreading through my system. Last week the whole thing fell apart on me, though, when the doorbell started ringing five minutes after I got home.
"At first I tried to ignore the ringing, hoping that whoever it was would simply go away, but he didn't, and finally I had to get up and answer the door, just to stop that monotonous, slightly flat ding-dong of the bell. In the past few years my temper has become much shorter than it ever was before, and as I yanked open the door I was ready to growl at whoever it was. The growl died before it was born, though.
"My visitor was Jeanne, my eldest granddaughter, and her little sister, Marie. Both of them are nice, loveable kids, quiet and neat, and I really loved them. At least I loved them as much as any grouchy old man can love kids.
"Of course, Jeanne was well on her way to not being a kid anymore. She was nearing fifteen, and was already well filled out, with long soft brown hair, big blue eyes, and lips that seemed to be set in a perpetual love-pout, even when she was smiling, which was most of the time. She wasn't smiling when I opened the door, though, and neither was her sister, a ten-year-old look-alike of Jeanne.
"Sorry to bother you, Grandpa." Jeanne said, "but we have to talk to you, It's kind of important. Can we come in for a minute, please?"
"Sure, kids," I answered. "Come on in. What can I do for you?" I led them into the living room and sat them down on the couch, taking a chair opposite them.
"Well," Jeanne said slowly, once she was settled on the couch, "we have sort of a favor to ask. It's about Bobby, my brother, and us." I waited while she thought for a few minutes, then she continued. "Well, when you're gone, to the park, he sneaks over here and swipes some of your magazines, the ones with the pictures of girls without any clothes on, and then he hides them where he thinks nobody will find them. I know where they're at, though, and Marie and I have read all the stories in them, all the stuff about sex, and it really sounds like fun. We want to try it, but the only person we know that we can try it with, and trust not to tell anyone about it, is you, Grandpa. So, will you fuck us, Grandpa? Please say you will."
"For long minutes I was too completely dumbfounded to speak. At first my reaction was one of anger, a desire to spank Jeanne for speaking that way, but I quickly cooled off and tried to speak calmly to the kids.
"Look, Jeanne, you don't know what you're saying. I couldn't do anything like that. To start with, you're both much too young, and besides, it's against the law. You wouldn't want to go to jail, would you?"
"Please, Grandpa?" was her only reply. "We don't know who else to ask, and we've thought it over very carefully. We really want you to fuck us."
"I'm sorry, kids, but the answer is no. Why don't you just forget all about it, and I promise I won't say a thing about it to your mother. In a couple of years you'll be old enough, then you can find out all about it from boys your own age, the way you're supposed to learn about sex."
"I'm sorry, too, you said no, Grandpa," Jeanne said, "because I didn't want to do this. One of the stories told how a woman can make a man go to bed with her when he doesn't want to. If you won't do it, if you won't fuck us, I'll tear my dress and start screaming, and when someone comes Marie and I will both say you tried to rape me."
"I couldn't believe my ears, and I took a big gulp of my drink, hoping that the whole thing would turn out to be a figment of my imagination, a nightmare of a tired old man. It wasn't, though, and when I saw the determination on Jeanne's face I realized that I was going to have to do what she was demanding. Eddie, my son-in-law, and I had never gotten along, and he would be only too ready to believe a story like that. He hated the very idea that his father-in-law lived in the same apartment building, and would be more than happy to find an excuse to have me put away in an old-folks home. I had no choice but to surrender to Jeanne's demands.
"Okay, Jeanne, you win. I'll fuck you. But first you got to make me a promise. Promise me that you'll never tell anyone, and I mean anyone, about it."
"Jeanne nodded her head in assent to my request, and quiet little Marie did the same. I gave both of them a long look, still trying to find some way out of the situation, and when I realized that there simply wasn't any way out I got up and led them into the bedroom, hoping that I would be able to perform for them. It had been a long time.
"Once we were in the bedroom I told Marie to take off her clothes, and when she had done so I found that, as I had expected, she was much too young. Her breasts were but buds on her chest, mere bulges in the layer of baby fat that still covered her, and the hole between her legs was nothing but a hairless little pucker, which I probably wouldn't even be able to get even a finger into.
"Jeanne was next, and as she slowly pulled off her clothes I realized that she might be old enough after all. Her blouse and shorts came off quickly, and when she released the snap on her bra her ripe young breasts thrust the material away from them, springing out like two ripe pears, ready for plucking, asking for the touch of a man's lips. She pulled her panties down, and a triangle of fine brown hair outlined and partially covered a moist-looking pink slit. She turned slowly around in front of me, bringing into view a tight and firm pair of asscheeks with a small dimple on each side.
"I had the two of them lay down on the bed while I quickly stripped off my clothes, pleased to find that my cock had gotten rock-hard despite the fact that I really didn't want any of this to happen.
"I thought for a minute that Jeanne was going to object when I told her that there was nothing that I could do with Marie, that she was simply too young, but she quieted down when I told the two of them that Marie could take part in the preliminaries, and then watch and learn while Jeanne and I finished things up.
"I started off by kissing Jeanne with my tongue, showing her how to spread open her lips and work with her tongue. At the same time I had Marie play with my cock for a while, running her fingers lightly up and down the length of it, tickling it around the ring at the back of the head and squeezing my balls. Then, without me saying a word to her about it, she began to suck on it. Her mouth was so small that she could barely get her lips around the head of my cock, taking only a couple of inches into her mouth, but it felt wonderful to me. Knowing that this was the first time for both of them, that they were complete virgins, added even more to the sexual excitement that was quickly building inside of me. It was only seconds before my mind began to forget that these were my granddaughters, and my body began to respond to them as women.
"After what seemed like half-an-hour, I broke the kiss with Jeanne and, just for kicks, I shifted around on the bed and planted a wet kiss right on Marie's hairless little twat, still so tight that I couldn't even get my tongue into it. I transferred my attentions back to Jeanne, spreading her legs and sliding my tongue right into her tight pussy, probing around in that virgin cunt, tasting juices that had never been tasted before.
"She didn't react to my tongue at all, so I started working it in and out, tickling her moistening cunt walls, and a few minutes later I felt the full flow of hot moisture begin to form. I knew then, for sure, that she was old enough for what she wanted from me.
"Following my instructions, Marie slid her body under mine, her head at my crotch, and while I continued to work on Jeanne's pussy with my tongue I sank my cock down into Marie's waiting mouth, pumping up and down, in and out, being careful to make only short strokes so as not to gag her by shoving too much cock into her. Soon Jeanne began to roll around on the bed and I knew that it was time to gel: into her.
"I had her lift her hips up off the bed while I slid a pillow under her ass, thought for a minute about getting up and going into the bathroom for some Vaseline, then decided that the wetness my tongue had left behind in her cunt, combined with her natural lubrication, would be enough.
"I eased my swollen and excited cock out of Marie's busily sucking mouth and moved up on the bed, between Jeanne's legs, brushing my lips over her young breasts on my way back to her lips. I felt the nipples harden immediately as I sucked them into my mouth, giving each a little bite. Then I was back at her lips, and when I kissed her this time she knew just what to do, and she put a lot of effort into it.
"I kept my lips locked on hers as I lined my cock up with her cunt, feeling my way with my fingers, sliding the head of it into the depression between her cunt lips. I stopped there for a few minutes to let her get used to the feel of it, pressing inwards, and I could feel her body shaking under mine as young passion mounted inside her.
"She was lucky. It looked like she was going to have an orgasm the first time, and a good one, something that I knew not all virgins were capable of. I guess that most of them are too scared the first time a man screws them, but not Jeanne. After all, she had forced me into this. This was what she wanted, and I was going to give it to her good. I was going to make it as easy for her as I could, but not so easy that I wouldn't enjoy it myself. After all, I was being blackmailed into this, so it was only right that I should get something out of it. Besides, it had been a hell of a long time since I had last had a woman, and I had a lot of come stored up inside of me, ready to shoot into Jeanne's cunt. At the time I didn't even worry about her getting pregnant. All I could think about was that wonderfully hot and tight cunt, waiting for me to bury my cock in it.
"When her moans and her twisting about on the bed under me seemed to have reached a peak, when her tongue began flashing around inside my mouth with a deep urgency, I began pressing down with my cock, harder and harder, trying to force my way into her.
"Soon she was trying to pull her laps away from mine as the pain began to get to her, but I kept our lips locked together, and then, with an almost audible pop, her hymen gave way and my cock sank deep into her. She broke the kiss then and cried out as her legs thrashed on either side of mine, but the cry seemed to have as much pleasure as pain in it.
"I could feel the warm blood running around my cock as I started a slow pumping, and soon her lips again sought out mine, the kiss breaking again as her breath began to come hard and fast, with little moans breaking the ragged monotony of her gasps for breath. Then, accompanied by a scream, every muscle in her body seemed to lock up tight, then she started vibrating like she was having an epileptic seizure, and I let myself go, firing off a load of hot come into her, gasping arid moaning myself as my system reacted to a really good come, the first I had had in over a year, and as good as any I had experienced as a kid, so many years before.
"When we both had finished our shaking, I slowly pulled out of her, seeing the dark-red stains on the pillow under her ass and rolled over on my back, completely exhausted. I watched, too tired to speak, as she slowly got up, wincing as she brought her legs together, then smiling as she looked back at me, still laying on the bed. The two of them put their clothes on and started for the door. When they got there Jeanne turned and looked back at me.
"Thanks a lot, Grandpa. That was really fun. If we can ever do any favors for you, just ask." With that she turned, and the two of them were gone. You know what? She may be my granddaughter, and way too young, especially for an old man like me, but I've got a hunch that I'm going to be asking a favor of her. Real soon, too."
In this case history we find ourselves actually faced with two completely separate forms of deviant psycho-sexual functioning, involving several different determinant factors. The subject of this case, Samuel M., despite his complete dismissal of the subject, has shown quite obvious incestuous desires towards his granddaughters, as well as his continued high degree of sexual ability at a quite advanced age, over seventy years.
The two girls involved, the sisters Jeanne and Marie, show somewhat more complex syndromes, especially Jeanne. Jeanne is quite obviously sexually precocious, completely amoral, and somewhat masochistic in her behavior regarding sex, as are most women. In effect, her sexual affair with her grandfather was the rape of a man by a woman, an action which she knew to be wrong, but pursued anyway.
She and her sister visited their grandfather with the direct aim of becoming ex-virgins through his offices, knowing that they were probably in for quite a painful experience, yet masochistically accepting this situation.
Many researchers accept this masochistic trait in women, especially virgin women, as a normal and useful component of their female sexuality, developing congruently with adolescence and sexual maturity. Dr. Helene Deutsch wrote as follows in Psychology of Women:
Woman's entire psychologic preparation for the sexual and reproductive functions is connected with masochistic ideas. In these ideas, coitus is closely associated with the act of defloration, and defloration with rape and a painful penetration of the body. The sexual readiness, the psychologic pleasure-affirming preparation for the sexual act, draws its masochistic components from two sources - one infantile, regressive and dispositional, and the other real. For defloration is really painful and involves the destruction of part of the body ... Acceptance of pain associated with pleasure, or of pleasure associated with pain, may result in such a close connection between the two that the sexual pleasure becomes dependent upon pain. Thus feminine sexuality becomes and acquires a masochistic character. Actually a certain amount of masochism as psychologic preparation for adjustment to the sexual functions is necessary in woman ...
Thus we see that Jeanne went into her grandfather's apartment expecting to get hurt, demanding that she be hurt. In spite of this she followed through with her original plan, and, in effect, achieved her ends.
Her grandfather, on the other hand, found himself able to engage in an act which he had subconsciously repressed, the desire for incest. Incestuous desires toward offspring are not uncommon, or considered to be psychologically unusual. Indeed, the close proximity between family members, even between a grandfather and granddaughter, such as we have here, is often conducive to incestuous feelings on both sides.
The attraction between Samuel and Jeanne has been even further accentuated by the fact that Samuel is rapidly coming to think of himself as an "old man," and, as with any man approaching death, he wishes to associate his thoughts with youth as a denial of his coming death. Therefore, any young female with whom he would normally come into contact becomes a sex object, and the fact that she is a relative is secondary to the sexual attraction.
Samuel has avoided any sexual relationships with adults, especially those of his own age, because of his overwhelming death anxiety. Indeed, he has been attracted to extremely young girls, finally his granddaughters, who do not elicit this death anxiety because they are so far from an aging death.
The love of children, which the psychologists call "pedophilia," has been termed the perversion of the "weak and impotent" by Freud. While he was not referring to the aged specifically in this statement, it is nevertheless quite applicable.
However, we must at all times keep in mind that the fault for this affair lies as much with Jeanne as with her grandfather. The social code we live by clearly outlines and restricts the sexual behavior of children. In this country, constant pressure is exerted, ideally at least, to prevent any form of sexual behavior until it is legalized and can occur in the bonds of matrimony.
However, Kinsey and his associates have shown statistically what has generally been recognized for many years, namely, that in spite of the attitudes of adults, the children of our society frequently indulge in many forms of sexual activity. The one major factor which makes Jeanne different from other girls her age is that she took her sexual desires for experimentation to her grandfather, rather than to a friend or acquaintance of her own age. We must assume that she did this with full knowledge of the possible consequences of her actions, and with the cultural knowledge that she was becoming involved in an incestuous relationship.
If her actions were prompted solely by her desire for a sexual relationship, it is quite likely that she will be able to move on to a more normal sexual adaptation in later life. If, however, the incestuous desires were the prime factor leading her to forcing her grandfather into a sexual relationship, the prognosis for normal sexual adaptation is somewhat poorer, since submission to incestuous desires implies a serious lack of impulse control which typically precedes the onset of other, more socially serious, psychological deviations.
"Marie and I had been getting some pretty good kicks from looking at the pictures and reading the stories and articles in the magazines my brother Bobby had been stealing from my grandfather for a long time, and while we didn't understand a lot of what we read, we understood enough of it to know that sex must be a lot of fun ... At least, that's what all the articles said. That's why we decided to try it. The only problem we had was finding someone to try it with.
"It took us a long time, and a lot of arguments, to decide on our grandfather for our experiment in sex, At first we thought about having Bobby do it to us, but when we thought more about it for a while we realized that he was probably as inexperienced in sex as we were, and wouldn't know how to do it right. All the articles on sex had pointed out how important what they called 'technique' was and technique seemed to depend a lot on experience, which Bobby couldn't have much of, being only thirteen. We kept on talking about it for about a week, finally decided on our grandfather, then made our plans on how to seduce him.
"One afternoon, when our folks were going to be out for several hours and Bobby was out playing baseball, we went up on the balcony near grandfather's apartment and hid about the time he usually came home from his afternoon walk in the park. We saw him come in the front of the building, looking awfully tired, and for a few minutes I wondered if perhaps we shouldn't call our plans off. He looked like he might be too tired, and perhaps even too old, for what we wanted. Besides, I was getting scared.
"I wanted to find out what sex was all about more than anything else in the world, though, so I put my fears and doubts out of my mind and Marie and I walked up and rang the doorbell several times. It took quite a while for him to answer his doorbell, but finally he opened the door, then invited us in. He looked like he wasn't too happy about having visitors, but he's always loved Marie and me, and I knew that he wouldn't throw us out before I had a chance to tell him what we wanted.
"When we told grandfather that we wanted to get fucked, I thought he was going to choke on his drink, or have a heart attack. I guess our request really shook him up and, as I had been expecting, he refused. After going this far with our plans, though, we weren't about to turn back and I played our tramp card. I gave him the choice of either doing what we wanted, or having me tell everyone that he tried to molest us. He knew that my father didn't like him and would be ready to believe anything bad about him, so he changed his mind in a hurry.
"After a few minutes of just stalling around, like he was trying to figure some way out, he took us into the bedroom. That's where the fun really started, soon with his complete cooperation. First he had Marie strip off all her clothes, then he had me do the same. Several of the stories and articles we had read told about the sexy way a girl takes off her clothes and how much a sexy strip turned a man on. I tried to be what I thought was sexy when I took mine off. It must have been fairly good, because I saw a bulge growing in the front of his pants, and I knew from the articles that the bulge was a sign that he was getting hot.
"I took off my outer clothing pretty quickly, just throwing the clothes on the floor, then moved much more slowly when I got to my panties and bra, sort of wiggling around while I pulled them off and making sure that grandfather got a good look at the furry patch between my legs and at my tits, which I'm pretty proud of.
"He must have liked what he saw, because he began to breathe awfully hard, like he had just run around the block or something, and he was sweating little rivers. When I had all my clothes off, I turned slowly around, letting him see me from all sides like a model with a new dress. When I had my back to him I had the feeling that he wanted to reach out and feel my bottom in the worst way, but was afraid to.
"Once Marie and I were completely naked, he had us climb up onto the bed, then he stripped all his clothes off, and I got quite a surprise. Several of those magazines had pictures of naked men in them, so I had seen pictures of cocks and I had an idea of what to expect. All the cocks in those pictures had been soft, though, and I hadn't realized that when a man's cock gets hard, it gets a lot bigger. Grandfather's looked so big that, once again, I almost changed my mind about the whole thing. I couldn't see any way that he could get that tremendous shaft inside of me without tearing me in half. My hole just wasn't large enough to take something that big!
"Grandfather started things off by showing me how to kiss him, something that I already thought I knew how to do. I hadn't known that there was any difference between the kind of kissing I had been getting and giving to relatives for years, and the way a man kissed a woman when he was going to fuck her. There sure was, though.
"Grandfather pressed his lips against mine, hard, then used his tongue to force my lips and teeth open. Right, away he shoved his tongue deep into my mouth, moving it all around, tickling the insides of my lips and my gums, then rubbing his tongue against mine. When he pulled his tongue back into his own mouth I followed it with mine, doing to him the same things he had been doing to me. As I did that I began to feel hot, funny sensations going through my body.
"All the time he had been busy showing me how to kiss him he had been giving little Marie instructions, too, instructions with his hands. He had her move down below his waist, first kissing, then sucking on his big cock. She could hardly get her mouth around it, it was so big.
"When he broke our kiss, he moved down on the bed, pulling his cock from between Marie's lips. He tried to get' his tongue into her hole, but it was much too small, and soon he gave up and turned his attention back to me, rolling his body over until his head and shoulders were between my legs, spreading them wide.
"He eased his tongue into my hole, first just licking and touching around the outside and the lips of it, then sticking it in deep, until I could feel something inside of me stopping him. At first his busy tongue didn't do anything for me except make me curious as to what was coming next, but when he started sliding it slowly in and out I really began to feel hot and sort of squirmy inside.
"While he was sliding his tongue in and out of my hole, he lifted his hips up off the bed and had Marie slide under him, so he could stick his cock back into her mouth. Pretty soon both he and I were breathing awfully hard, and I just had to let out a couple of low moans, simply because what he was doing felt so good, "I guess it was because he knew it felt so good to me, and because he could tell from experience how hot I was getting inside, that he soon stopped his busy licking at my hole, pulling his tongue out and kissing the insides of my thighs. He slid one arm under the small of my back and lifted my hips up off the bed, then he slid a big pillow under my behind to hold me up there. I didn't understand what he was doing, but I figured he must have had a reason for it.
"He started to move back up towards the head of the bed, and I got ready to put my arms around his back again, hoping that he would kiss me some more, but he stopped halfway up, with his head in the middle of my chest.
"He looked at one of my pointed breasts for a long minute, then he moved his head a little and started to run his tongue over one of the nipples. That really felt wild, and in just a couple of seconds I felt my nipple getting all hot and hard and tight, and even more tender than it had been when he started kissing it. After he had sucked the nipple until it was good and hard, he took almost my whole breast into his mouth and squeezed it with his tongue, at the same time biting down lightly and sucking hard on it.
"After a few wonderful minutes he stopped sucking on my breast and again shifted upwards on the bed until he was laying over me, face to face. Again he started that deep tongue kissing and I felt the end of his cock, burning hot, rubbing through the hair between my legs. He let it rub back and forth for a while, then reached down with one hand and took a hold of it, directing it to the right place, with the head of it pressed tight between the lips of my hole, ready to start moving into me.
"He began to press his body down on mine, trying to force his big cock into my small hole, and the feel of that hot head between the lips of my hole was so good that I just stopped thinking about how big it was, and how small my hole was, and just began totally feeling what was happening to me. I felt the head of it spreading the walls of my hole apart, more than I thought it was possible for them to stretch, and it felt wonderful. Then it slid a little ways inside and I felt it pressing against that blockage that had stopped his tongue.
"Grandfather didn't stop this time, "though. He kept right on pushing his body down on mine, and the harder he pushed, the more it hurt, and the better it felt, if that makes any sense.
"After what seemed like an hour of his pressing it began to hurt so bad that I wanted to cry, to yell, but I couldn't because he still had his lips locked against mine, blocking all sound. I tried to pull my mouth away from his, to tell him that he was hurting me, but he wouldn't let me. Then, with a red flash of pain and the feeling that I was being split completely in two that barrier to his progress gave way and his cock slid all the way into me.
"I did manage to get my mouth free then, and I guess I must have screamed. I fought him, trying to get away from him, but he held me pinned to the bed with his cock, like a butterfly pinned to a display board, and in a couple of seconds the pain seemed to be going away, or was being covered by the wonderful feeling of that cock of his buried deep inside of me, filling me.
"I could feel something hot and gooey running down my leg, and after a couple of seconds I realized that it was blood. My blood! I knew then that I had been successful in my plan, I was no longer a virgin.
"Grandfather began to pump away at me, sliding his cock slowly in and out of my eager hole, then faster and faster, and my body kept getting tighter and tighter, until suddenly - like a tightly wound rubber band breaking inside of me - everything seemed to rush down to my hole and my entire body seemed to catch fire. I was having a climax, my first orgasm, and it was wonderful!
"Right in the middle of that terrific, beautiful experience I felt his cock getting even bigger, swelling inside of me, and then it was shooting a boiling hot fluid into me, washing the walls of my hole and filling it to the brim with liquid fire. That made my continuing climax even better, something that I wouldn't have believed was possible only seconds before, so good that I felt like crying when it ended ... much too soon.
"Grandfather had his eyes closed, and his breath was coming very fast and - harsh. His face and chest were all flushed, and I hoped that he wasn't going to have a heart attack. That would have been sort of hard to explain to our folks. Then, with a loud groan of pleasure, he pulled his softening cock out of my hole and just rolled off me, dropping onto his back next to me on the bed. His breath slowly evened out, the flush disappeared from his face and chest, a smile came to his lips, and I knew that he was okay.
"Marie and I got up off the bed, sorry that it was over, and got dressed. Grandfather was still laying there flat on his back with a big smile on his face as I thanked him and we left, promising him that if he ever wanted any favors from us, just to ask.
"We let ourselves out the door, first checking through the window to make sure that nobody would see us, then locking the door behind us so no one would disturb him. I figured that he needed some rest. After all, he was a pretty old man and probably not used to all that exercise anymore. I know I was tired, and I was feeling pretty sore all over. I had trouble getting my legs to go together without getting a hard stab of pain, but I felt pretty good, too. Sort of warm all over and really happy with the world. Marie hadn't yet said anything about what had happened, but I knew that she had liked what little she had been able to get, even though she hadn't been able to get the loving I had gotten from Grandfather.
"We went down the stairs to the patio area and over towards our apartment. We were walking along the little raised concrete walkway, sort of like a long porch, that led past the doors of all the ground floor apartments on that side of the building. Marie was just ambling along like she usually did, looking down at the ground instead of at where she was going, but I was digging on the great big world, which seemed to be much prettier, so much brighter and more alive, than it had been before we had gone upstairs. I was just filled with a pink cloud of happiness, and I wanted to see everything in this new light before it wore off. That's how I noticed that Mr. Jurgensen's apartment door was partway open, like he had forgotten to latch it securely and the breeze had opened it a little.
"Mr. Jurgensen is a retired Army officer, about the same age as my grandfather, and a real nice man, even though he keeps to himself most of the time. Mom says that he's very shy and lonely, but I think that he's just bored from sitting around all day with nothing to do.
"As we came up to his apartment, I slowed down a little. I guess I'm a naturally nosy person, and peeked in his open door. Marie didn't notice me slowing down, and kept right on walking towards our place. I saw Mr. Jurgensen sitting on the couch in the living room, reading a book. He couldn't see me standing there, the book was in the way, and I almost laughed when I saw what he was doing while reading. He had one hand down between his legs, and it sure did look like he was playing with himself.
"I watched him for several minutes,-to make sure he wasn't just scratching an itch, then I couldn't hold back the laugh anymore. He heard me, snatched his hand away from his crotch, and dropped the book on the floor. As he saw me standing there in the doorway his face turned bright red, and although he opened his mouth to speak, he obviously couldn't find a thing to say. I stood there for a couple of seconds, just watching him struggle with his emotions, then I stepped into his living room closing the door behind me.
"I know something that's a whole lot better than playing with yourself, Mr. Jurgensen," I told him, giving him a big smile. He still didn't seem to be able to find his voice, so I just walked across the room to where he was sitting, reached down and grabbed the tab or his zipper, pulling it down all the way, exposing the bulge in his shorts.
"Hey, stop that!" he yelled. "You can't do that."
"Why not?" I asked, putting on my best little-girl look, the one I use when I get caught doing something wrong. "Don't you like it?"
"I didn't wait for him to answer my question. All the time I had been speaking I had been working my hand inside the open fly of his trousers and through the slot in the front of his shorts. As soon as I had my hand wrapped around his hot cock, which was already as stiff as a piece of iron, I pulled it out of his pants, got down on my knees in front of him, bent my head, and kissed the end of it.
"He was a lot more cooperative than my grandfather had been at first. He let out a low groan, then his hands went to the back of my head, fingers sliding through my hair, pushing down on it. I opened my lips wide and let his cock slide between them, tasting the salty flavor of his mixed sweat and lubrication juice and smelling the musky scent of his sexual excitement. Aren't those fancy words? I learned them from one of Grandfather's magazines. One he gave me later, before Bobby had a chance to swipe it.
"Anyway, Mr. Jurgensen kept pushing down steadily on my head, and I let more and more of his tasty cock slide into ray mouth, feeling the gnarled texture of it with my tongue, sucking on it to get more of that salty taste out of the end of it. In a couple of seconds I felt the head of his cock press at the back of my mouth, and I was sure that I couldn't swallow any more of it I was wrong, though, as Mr. Jurgensen soon showed me.
"He stopped with his cock that far into my mouth for a minute, easing his pressure on the back of my head, and I began to suck hard on his cock; using every bit of power in my lungs. Then, with a quick, hard shove, he forced my head down even further, and the end of his cock slipped past that little gag-thingie at the back of my mouth and into my throat, with my lips brushing against the cloth of his pants.
"For a couple of seconds I thought I was going to throw up all over him, and then I began to get scared because I couldn't breathe anymore. Just as I was on the point of panicking he again eased his pressure on the back of my head, and the head of his cock popped out of my throat and into my mouth again.
"I took a couple of deep, shuddering breaths of air, let his cock slide out until my lips were wrapped around the soft ring at the back of the head, and then he urged my head down again. Once again I let his cock slide all the way back into my throat, but this time I was ready for it, and I didn't gag on it like I had the first time.
"I really got going on his cock when I felt my skirt lifted in back. For a minute I thought that he was going to play with me a little while I sucked him off. Then I realized that, from where he was sitting in front of me, there was no way he could reach down between my legs. Startled, I took my lips off his cock and looked back over my shoulder to see what was going on.
"There, between my legs, was Marie. She must have slipped in the door while I was busy with Mr. Jurgensen's cock. She was sticking her head up under my skirt, her face coming to rest pressed deep into my crotch!
"Her busy little tongue slipped into my hole, twisting around, tickling the inside of it and starting a new wetness that felt good and told me that soon I was going to have to get fucked again.
"Once again I went to work on Mr. Jurgensen's cock, sucking it into my mouth, playing with the head of it with my tongue, massaging the shaft with the insides of my cheeks. He really must have loved what I was doing, because soon he was gasping for breath and grunting and groaning like he was in pain or something. He sounded like he was really working hard, and I hoped that it wasn't too hard.
"His cock seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, swelling inside my mouth, then it was pumping and pouring hot juice down my throat, almost choking me. I swallowed convulsively again and again, to keep that juice from flooding into my lungs, and with a bit of a shock I realized that it really tasted good, sort of salty and slick, like a salted egg yolk. I sucked hard on his cock, trying to get all of his juice out of him and into my mouth, and at the same time Marie was sucking just as hard on my hole, combining her sucking with flashing her tongue in and out of me like a little cock, setting my body on fire.
"When I had the last of Mr. Jurgensen's juice sucked out of his cock, I let it slide out of my mouth, licking the head of it clean with my tongue, then settling back on my knees, savoring the feel of Marie under me, working away on my hole with her tongue. What she was doing felt wonderful, but not as wonderful as the feel of a big cock in there. I wondered if Mr. Jurgensen would be able to get it hard again so that he could fuck me before we had to get home. I was sure hoping that he could.
"I didn't need to worry about him. His cock didn't even, get soft. One of the magazines had mentioned men who were able to keep an erection for as long as they wanted to, and I guess Mr. Jurgensen must have been one of those men.
"I didn't know how long he would be able to keep up that hard on, considering his age, which must have been at least seventy, so I decided that I'd better take the initiative rather than wait to see if he was going to do anything on his own.
"I gave the head of his gleaming cock another big kiss, then looked up at his smiling face, hoping that he was going to continue to cooperate.
"I hope you liked that, Mr. Jurgensen," I said. When he nodded his head I went on, "Good. Now I want you to make me come, too, Please? I need it real bad, and I need it real quick."
"Again he nodded, as though he couldn't trust himself to speak, and when he did I stood up in front of him, regretfully pulling ray hole away from Marie's busy tongue, and straddled his legs. I had thought that I would be able to get my legs on either side of his waist, knees bent to fit against the back of the couch, but I quickly realized that wouldn't work. Sure, I could sit like that but I couldn't get my hole within inches of his cock. Next I tried spreading my legs out to each side, like I was doing a split. That didn't work, either.
"All the while I was moving around, trying to find a position that would let me get his cock into my hole, he was just sitting there, smiling at me. When I was good and frustrated, ready to pull him down on the floor to fuck, he laughed out loud, then slid forward on the couch, making room behind his back for my legs.
"I wrapped them around his waist, and finally I was in the right position. His cock was only inches away from my hungry hole, inches that I could close up just by tightening my legs around his waist.
"His shaft was pointed up at an angle, almost at my belly button, and I pressed down on it with my hand, lining it up with my hole, then scooting forward just a little to get the head of it pressed against my opening.
"I kept my fingers wrapped around it and began to rub it up and down the length of my slit, covering the head of it with the shiny juice from my hole, getting both of us a lot hotter, until I got that feeling that I had had with my grandfather that told me I was right on the verge of a climax. I wanted another climax, wanted it badly, but I wanted to hold off for a couple of minutes to enjoy this second fucking that I was getting in one day.
"I was still pretty sore from the screwing my grandfather had given me and I couldn't help a few little twinges when Mr. Jurgensen's prick slid into my hole. Even so, it felt so good that, when it was in the right place, I leaned forward and locked my lips on his, searching inside his mouth with my tongue. As we kissed I slowly tightened my legs around his middle, pulling my body closer to his, sliding my body over the hot shaft of his cock.
"My hole spread and spread as he slid slowly into me. Each time the pain got a little too bad I would relax the pressure of my legs for a minute, stopping the advance until the pain died down. This seemed to go on for hours, then I felt the rough cloth of his trousers brushing against the lips of my hole, the few hairs that were sticking out along with his shaft tickling me. He was into me all the way, and it felt wonderful. The heat from his cock was spreading through my body in powerful waves, and the fire that was crashing through me turned my muscles to jelly, making it impossible for me to pump my body back and forth on his cock, like I wanted to do.
"Mr. Jurgensen took charge, grabbing my hips and sliding me away from him, his cock slipping out of my cunt, then pulling me forward again to bury his meat in me. Back and forth he pushed me, until I regained enough control to start the motion myself again. When that happened his hands left my hips and pulled the buttons of my blouse open, releasing my bra. His fingers began to roam over my breasts, teasing and pinching my nipples, caressing me with the gentlest of love-touches, driving me right out of my mind.
"I had forgotten all about Marie, but she soon reminded me that she was still there. I felt my dress lifting in back again, then her lips were touching the soft and tender skin at the base of my spine, her tongue running through the fine hair there. Her teeth pulled gently at the hair, then her lips began to move slowly downward, pressing against the skin of my behind, her tongue probing gently into the crack.
"I didn't know what she was doing, but I knew that it felt awfully good, and fit right in with what I was doing with Mr. Jurgensen's cock. Marie had to move her head back and forth in time with my pumping, and she managed fine. Then her fingers were busy next to her lips, spreading the cheeks of my behind apart to let her tongue probe deep into the crack.
"My mind was more on the feel of Mr. Jurgensen's cock inside my hole than on what my sister was doing, but this changed quick when she slid the tip of her pointed tongue into my asshole. It was like an electric shock going through me, and my body slammed forward against Mr. Jurgensen's, ramming his cock all the way into my hole. Marie didn't pull out her tongue. She followed right on with my forward motion, stabbing it in even deeper when my body was stopped by the man sitting in front of me.
"That strong forward thrust must have been all he needed to set him off again, because I could feel his cock jumping around inside my hole, pouring another load of fluid into me. The fire of that hot fluid, combined with his cock being buried in my front hole and Marie's tongue in my back hole, set off my own orgasm, and it was even better than the one I had had with my grandfather only half an hour before.
"My body shook and shuddered in reaction as the waves of pleasure poured through me, and then, once again, it was over too soon. When the last of my shaking had stopped, I lifted up off Mr. Jurgensen's still stiff cock, wanting more of it but I was too sore now to take it again for a while. Marie's tongue slipped from my anus, and I picked up my panties and quickly pulled them on.
"It felt like I was floating on a cloud as I walked out the door of Mr. Jurgensen's apartment, leaving him on the couch, smiling. My thoughts were a haze of pleasure ... I was wondering if there might be any way to get my grandfather and Mr. Jurgensen together - with me in the middle."
It is unfortunate that both Samuel M. and Mr. Jurgensen succumbed to the temptations of Jeanne and Marie, nymphets who have attained fully developed sexuality in advance of their moral and social development. However, it is doubtful that any serious psycho-pathological damage has been done to either person, since they can "justify" their actions by telling themselves that they were forced into what they did. Without this justification it is doubtful if either person would be able to accept the situation.
Jeanne and Marie, on the other hand, have entered into lives of socially abnormal sexuality, which will strongly affect their future development as adults. Jeanne in particular shows signs of emotional instability which will cause her problems in the years to come. It is likely that she will infect her younger sister Marie with the same problems.
CHAPTER TWO: Two Mixed-up Couples
"When I introduce people to Sandy I often call her my sister, even though we really aren't sisters in the sense of having the same parents. In all other ways we're sisters, though. We grew up together - with her folks living next door to mine - went to school together, dated together, and when I decided it was time to break free from my folks and get a place of my own, Sandy came with me.
"Someday I suppose one of us will meet the guy and get married, breaking up our sister act, but that's a long way in the future, I think. Both of us are having too much fun being single to think about getting married now.
"Don't get me wrong. We aren't what you'd call inseparable. There have been many weekends when we've gone out - and one or the other of us has met a guy who was right for that time - and not come home for several days. There have even been times when one of us has brought a guy home to our apartment for a night or two. When that happens the other either sleeps on the couch or goes to visit her parents for a day or so. We always manage to work it out okay.
"Even though we don't always come home together, we usually start out together. Neither of us particularly cares for dates. We'd rather go out on our own and play it by ear. We meet more guys that way, some of them awfully interesting. About the only time we don't always leave together is on a Saturday or Sunday morning. Quite often we will meet guys, not necessarily together, on Friday or Saturday night, and end up going down to the beach or up to the mountains or something the next day. That's probably why we get along so well. After being together all week it's nice to get away from each other for a day on weekends.
"That doesn't happen all the time, though. Some weekends neither of us happen to meet anyone we want to spend a day with, even though we might have spent the night with him, and when this happens we usually take a drive down to the beach together the next day. It's surprising how many groovy guys a girl can meet down at the beach on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon, and when it happens on a Saturday it's very seldom that we return home from the beach alone.
"That changes Saturday night from a going-out night to a party night, either at our apartment or theirs. Some of those parties at our place get pretty wild, too. Except for one thing. Neither one of us goes for group sex or swapping around. When Sandy meets a guy, he belongs to her, the same with me, and if the guy makes the mistake of trying something with Sandy when he's with me, or with me when he's with Sandy, he quickly finds himself all alone, out in the street.
"Last Saturday turned out to be the exception that proves the rule, though, and I can't say that, either of us regretted breaking the rule. We'll probably never do it again, unless we meet those two again, but on that particular day, with those particular men, it was right ... perfectly right.
"We had driven down to the beach, parked the car, and just wandered around for about an hour. We didn't see anything that looked interesting though. Oh, actually we did, but the interesting guys we saw all had chicks with them already.
"There were lots of couples, lots of creeps, and lots of passes from the creeps, but neither of us met anybody worth spending any time with, so we decided to head a little further up the coast, to a stretch of beach we knew about that was almost always deserted. If we couldn't get any party action going, at least we could get some sun and some rest and relaxation in preparation for the night.
"The beach we drove up to is only a couple of hundred feet long, and is completely hidden from the highway by steep cliffs. The few people who do stop to look out over the ocean usually fail to spot the narrow trail leading down to the beach and they never even realize that there's a beach below. We found it one day quite by accident, while looking for a bush to go behind.
"When we climbed down we found that we had the whole place to ourselves, or so we thought, and I took advantage of the opportunity by removing my bikini completely so I could even out my tan a little. Sandy spent about ten minutes in the water, then came out, dried herself off, and laid down on the blanket next to me to soak up a little sun. She didn't take her suit off, though. She gets sort of nervous about being naked outdoors, worrying that someone might come along and see her.
"We both fell asleep there in the sun, which was a mistake, considering my state of undress. I woke up pretty suddenly, though, when a laugh, almost a cackle, penetrated to my sleeping mind. I don't know why I didn't jump up startled, when I heard the laugh, but I didn't. All the two old men standing there by the blanket could see what they weren't supposed to see was my bare butt. That was bad enough, though, and I quickly grabbed the beach towel and wrapped it around myself. Then I sat up.
"Those two old men, we later found out their names were Hiram and Walter, were something of a shock to see. They had to be at least in their seventies, both dressed in dark suits, and Hiram had what looked like a checker board under his arm. Talk about senior citizens! These two looked like they had escaped from an old-folks home, or perhaps a mortuary, somewhere.
"Sorry to have startled you girls," Hiram said in his old, old voice, !but we didn't see you until we got to the bottom of the path. I didn't think that anyone knew about this place but us, so we didn't bother to look over the edge before we came down."
"Have you been coming here long?" I asked him.
"Since I first found the place, back in twenty-seven."
"Sandy was awake now, too, watching us but not saving a word. Walter, I saw, had an open bottle of wine, and he passed it to me. It was sort of warm, but it tasted wonderful anyway. Before passing it on to Sandy I took a look at the label Chateau Lafite Rothschild, 1962. Whoever these antiques were, they obviously weren't living on pension checks.
"Pretty soon we were all chattering away, with the two of them explaining why they liked to come down to this beach to play checkers and read, and Sandy and I telling them all about ourselves. We didn't find out much about them, their personal lives, that is, and pretty soon the thoughts I had been having about, their age disappeared from my mind. As a matter o! fact, before long I had so dismissed Hiram's age from my mind that I didn't think a thing about it when he laid down on the blanket, with me sitting next to him, still wrapped in my beach towel. I hardly even noticed when, a couple minutes later, Walter and Sandy wandered off down the beach, with her giggling as he told her stories about some of the old women he knew.
"I wasn't thinking, just sitting there, listening to Hiram talk and it seemed quite natural for me to casually reach over and begin running my fingers through his thinning grey hair. He didn't react in any way for several minutes, then he equally casually laid one of his hands on my leg, rubbing it slowly back and forth. I felt a sudden warmth flooding my body, and began to wonder about all those stories I had heard about old men forgetting about sex because they were too old. When he reached up and flipped the towel away from my breasts I simply smiled down at him, waiting for him to make the next move.
"He didn't keep me waiting long. He rolled over, pulled the towel completely away from me, dropped his head between my legs, and stuck his tongue right in! That felt really good, as it always does to me, but the soft tickling of his mustache on ray thighs added a touch I had never felt before, and suddenly I found it was getting very hard for me to breathe as hot passion raced through my body.
"I looked away from him for a second, and saw that Sandy and Walter were back, lying at the other end of the big beach blanket. I had been so involved with the feelings that were rushing through my body that I hadn't' even heard them return.
"To my great surprise, but without much shock, I saw that Walter, grey, old Walter, had the top of Sandy's bikini off and was kissing her breasts, and she had his pants open and was rubbing his prick.
"The sight of them doing that added even more to the tension building inside of me, and I reached down for Hiram's head, lifted it, and gave him a deep, full kiss. Several minutes later, when we had to stop to catch our breath, Hiram drew back from me and quickly stripped off his clothes. When he dropped his pants I saw that, while he might be old, his prick certainly didn't seem to know it. It was as hard as a rock and looked like it was a foot long.
"Naked, he dropped his wrinkled body down beside me again,, and as our lips met his hands roamed over my body, gently caressing my breasts, fingertips running across the skin of my tummy, a finger gently probing at the lips between my legs, then thrusting deep into me. I began to lose control of my body, moaning and crying and rolling around on the blanket as he brought my passion to a fever pitch. He was rolling around with me, his breath coming in hard, harsh gasps, and for a second I worried about him having a heart attack. He didn't let me worry for long, though, as his hands seemed to be stroking all over my body, and I didn't even notice it when we rolled off the blanket and onto the sun-warmed sand. He noticed it, though, when he climbed between my legs, dropped down over me, and his prick slid down past my waiting cunt and drove into the sand! He gave out a yelp and rolled away from me, but I was right with him, bending over to lick the gritty sand off the head of his stiff prick.
"I shifted back onto the blanket, and he followed, once again going between my legs. This time he didn't miss, since I had a hold of his stiff prick and directed it straight to the right place, my waiting cunt. I must not have gotten all the sand off, though, because I felt the scratching of a few grains as he pushed his big prick into me. It slid in, deeper and deeper, fatter and longer than any I ever remember having had before, and by the time he had it all the way in - his hanging balls resting against my lifted butt - I was ready to come just from the feel of all that meat inside of me.
"Then he began to pump, and I almost went out of my mind, moaning and screaming and scratching at his back with my nails, pulling him down on top of me with all my strength, wrapping my legs around his thin waist to get him in even further. Then, with a flash of feeling that I can't describe, I came and came and came, and it was just wonderful, I could feel his prick throbbing inside of me and the hot gush coming from the end of it, and I knew that, no matter how old he was, he wasn't too old!
"When it was over he pulled out of me and flopped over onto his back, completely out of breath. I sat up, and saw the red scratches on his prick from the sand I had missed, and started to lean over to kiss it. A slight sound stopped me, though, and I looked up to find Walter standing right next to me, his stiff prick pointed right at my face, the head of it gleaming wet from his own and Sandy's juices. Without thinking about it I leaned forward and kissed it, then he inched forward, sliding it into my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sandy sit up, look at us with a smile on her lips, then move over to Hiram, doing the same thing to him that I was doing to Walter, kissing and sucking his wonderful prick.
"We spent the rest of that glorious afternoon there on the beach, swapping back and forth, fucking and sucking, running out into the surf to cool off, teaching and learning from each other. I never would have believed that there was anything I had left to learn about sex, but Hiram and Walter taught me different. They taught me that I was just getting started, still in grade school compared to them.
"When the sun went down and it began to get cold we climbed the cliff, walked up the road to where we had left the car, and the guys followed us back to our apartment, where we took up where we had left off on the beach.
"Finally, about six in the morning, Sandy and I both fell asleep, even though Hiram and Walter were still going strong. When I woke up about noon, Hiram and Walter were gone, and the only things they left to prove that it hadn't all been a dream were the exquisite tiredness and satisfaction that filled my body and the knowledge that just because a man is old doesn't mean he can't throw a good fuck.
"We've never seen either of them again, although we go back to that beach every chance we get. We just know that someday we'll see two old men, playing checkers, waiting for two young girls to prove that old can be beautiful."
Although at no time in their narrative do any of the participants in this case history, June B., Sandy W., Walter H. or Hiram K., report taking part in any homosexually oriented activities, there is nonetheless a strong undercurrent of repressed homosexuality in all four of them. An undercurrent which is finding expression in other than purely sexual activities.
Hiram and Walter report being strongly attracted to each other over a long period of years, indeed, living almost their entire lives together, with Hiram obviously playing the dominant role in their relationship.
Sandy and June, while much younger, show a like degree of dependency upon each other, and their unarticulated fears regarding the possible sexually oriented attraction they feel towards each other are expressed as feelings of sexual inadequacy, which are at least partially eliminated by their constantly being together to lend each other mutual encouragement.
This seems straightforward enough, but one may ask, "What does homosexual behavior, male or female, include?"
If two men live together for many years, if one of them so much as puts his arm around the other as an expression of warmth and affection, if two women greet each other by kissing, are these gestures expressions of sexuality? Most psychiatrists would not designate such behavior as sexual unless erotic interest and excitation could be demonstrated as motivational elements.
Yet, it is often difficult to establish motivation, particularly when the participants lack conscious awareness of erotic feelings toward each other, and where there has been absolutely no history of overt homosexual activity either inside or outside of the relationship.
Kinsey attempted to solve this theoretical and methodological problem by rating the extent of homosexual desire or activity rather than- by designating the respondent as a homosexual or a heterosexual. A seven-point scale was constructed to determine a heterosexual-homosexual balance. Respondents who scored zero had had neither homosexual responses nor experience; those who scored three were about equally heterosexual and homosexual; six was scored by exclusive homosexuals.
Another attempt to establish a valid guide-post for determination was offered by Dr. J. Marmor, the editor of Sexual Inversion, when he stated:
The clinical homosexual is one who is motivated in adult life by a definite preferential erotic attraction to members of the same sex and who usually (but not necessarily) engages in overt sexual relations with them. The definition does, however, exclude patterns of homosexual behavior that are not motivated by specific preferential desire - the incidental homosexuality of adolescents or the situational homosexuality of prisoners and sailors. Most members of such groups, who turn, or return, to exclusive heterosexuality as soon as the opportunity arises, are not homosexuals psycho dynamically.
According to this, consciousness of preferential homosexual desire is required for the classification, but it does not take into account one decisive point. That an adult who repetitively engages in homosexual activity, even such non-overt activity as we have here, may be erotically responsive though the awareness of it is repressed.
Repetitive homosexual behavior, even though the behavior does not find an explicitly sexual outlet, establish the existence of a homosexual pattern, whether or not it is perceived of as being preferential. An adult who repetitively engages in homosexual behavior, overt or not, must therefore be designated as a homosexual.
Those who are overtly or covertly homosexual, or who have repressed their homosexual drives, yet still engage in and enjoy heterosexual activity, could be termed bisexual, and this is probably the best term to describe the sexual functions of June, Sandy, Hiram and Walter. In these cases the persons may be predominantly homosexual or predominantly heterosexual. The latter, nevertheless, have the tendency, under certain conditions, usually involving high degrees of emotional stress, to shift into a homosexual gear. That is, even though they have completely repressed their homosexual tendencies and desires, they have the capability for homosexual arousal and behavior. This readiness for inversion differentiates persons who engage in sporadic, infrequent, rare, or even no homosexual encounters, although they have homosexual desires, from the exclusive heterosexuals.
One final point we must take into consideration when examining this case history is the refusal by Hiram and Walter to admit, even to themselves, that they are growing old. It is because of this refusal to admit their progressing disability that they have chosen to live apart from their society, spending their time together, yet apart from all others of their own generation. This is bound to seriously affect them in future years, as, even though they have still retained a remarkable degree of sexual virility, there is bound to be a lessening of their sexual ability, not necessarily accompanied by a lessening of sexual drive, and since they are not prepared for this lessening, having refused to admit they are growing old, this lessening could have serious psychological consequences.
"I guess when most men, or women for that matter, get old they develop a strong desire for company. That's why so many of them are satisfied to be put away in old-folks homes. Not Hiram or me, though. We've been friends for over fifty years, been through a hell of a lot together, even the war, and we don't need anyone else. We've got each other.
"Don't get me wrong. There's nothing funny about our relationship. Neither one of us is queer, or anything like that. We're just two old friends who get along well, are used to each other, and as long as both of us are alive we don't need the company of any other people our age to keep our spirits up. Of course, we still need company occasionally, female company, since both of us still get pretty horny every now and then, but that's a special case.
"Both of us have a thing about playing checkers. Lots of older people prefer chess, a much more intellectual game, and we both enjoyed it when we were younger. Neither of us have the patience for it anymore, though, so we play checkers instead, a much faster moving game. One thing we don't like, though, is playing with a bunch of other antiques around, usually kibitzing. We prefer our privacy, and one way we get it is by driving up to this little beach we discovered a long time ago, when both of us were still in college. We thought we were the only ones who knew about the beach, but last time we were down there we got a surprise. Our beach had visitors. Two of them.
"Neither one of us is as agile as we were forty years ago, and on the path down to the beach we kept all our attention on where our feet were going. That's why we didn't see the girls until we were all the way down on the beach.
"I spotted them first. Two girls laying on a big beach blanket, one on her back, the other on her stomach. The one laying on her back had a very, very brief bikini on, and the other, the one laying on her stomach, didn't have a damn thing on. There were a couple of little patterned pieces of cloth laying next to her, which I assumed was her bathing suit.
"As soon as I saw them I stopped dead in my tracks, surprised that there was anyone at all here on this out-of-the-way, and almost unknown, beach. When I stopped Hiram followed ray gage and saw the girls, but he didn't stop. He walked right up to them and I followed. The deep sand must have muffled our footsteps, because neither of them moved a muscle until Hiram spoke to me.
"She sure has some pretty dimples in her butt, doesn't she, Walter?"
"His remark was so appropriate that I couldn't help but laugh, and I guess that's what woke them up. The girl without her suit on pulled a big towel around herself, sitting up at the same time, and I got only the briefest glimpse of a rosy-tipped nipple. The other girl, the one with the bathing suit on, just opened her eyes, without moving her body an inch, and lay there looking at us.
"Hiram's always been a lot less shy around women than me, and he started talking to them like he knew them right off. I guess he knew what he was doing, because the girls seemed to accept our presence without any question. Soon Hiram was concentrating the largest part of his conversation on the towel-wrapped girl, who I found out was June. The other girl, who still hadn't moved, was Sandy.
"I had brought a bottle of wine down from the car for us to drink over our checker game, a Lafite Rothschild '62 that I didn't particularly want to waste on a couple of kids, but when Hiram signaled that I should offer them a drink I passed over the bottle, already opened to give the wine a chance to breathe, and June took a big swig out of the bottle that almost made me choke. Wine like that is made to be sipped, not gulped.
"The bottle went around a couple times, rapidly emptying, and while Hiram got both girls to talking about themselves I was mentally reviewing my wine stock, wondering how many bottles of the '62 I had left. Not many, and at a going price of thirty-five dollars a bottle I didn't figure on buying too many more. I couldn't help think of what a waste it was drinking it like this.
"By the time we got to the bottom of the bottle we were all acting like we had known each other for years, and it was completely natural that Hiram should lay down on the blanket next to June and start running his hand up and down the exposed portion of her leg while he listened to her talking about herself. I figured that he might do even better without a bunch of other people around, so I asked Sandy if she'd like to take a walk up the beach, and after a quick look at June and Hiram she said yes.
"We walked slowly up the beach, not speaking, and in minutes we were around the little rocky outcropping that split the beach in half, and hidden from whatever Hiram and June were up to. I was trying hard to think of something to say, some way to get a conversation with Sandy going, when suddenly she tripped in the sand. Luckily I was in just the right place, and I caught her. Without thinking my arms went around her to keep her from falling. Then, when there was no longer any danger of her falling, my arms stayed around her, and I bent my head, bringing my lips down to hers.
"The kiss seemed to last for hours. Her lips were so unbelievably soft and warm that, for the time the kiss lasted, I felt like I was twenty years old again, instead of over seventy. I guess, for a couple of seconds at least, Sandy must have forgotten my age, too, because she responded to my kiss, her lips opening and her hot tongue sliding into my mouth. I pulled her almost naked body tight against mine, and felt her slight movements as she fitted her shape against mine, settling snugly into my arms. Then, to my surprise and disappointment, she pulled away from me, breaking the kiss, and without saying a word she turned and started walking back up the beach, towards Hiram and June.
"I knew that I should at least try to stop her, but for several seconds I just stood there, unable to move as my mind savored the feelings that the touch of her lips had sent through my body, then, belatedly, I started after her. I realized that it was too late to stop her from going back to the blanket, and I only hoped that Hiram and June hadn't gone too far in the short time that we had been gone.
"They had, though. When we carne back around the outcrop of rock that had shielded them from our view I saw at once that Hiram hadn't wasted a bit of time. He had June's towel off, and his head was down between her legs, his tongue busy lapping away at her cunt. Sandy was walking with her head down, looking at her feet, and she was only feet away from the blanket when she looked up and saw them.
"She stopped dead, shock written all over her face and in the sudden tenseness of her body. She stood there, unmoving, for long seconds. Long enough for me to catch up with her, walking up behind her and looking at Hiram and June over her shoulder.
"She seemed frozen to that spot by what was happening in front of her, and I knew that this was my best chance to get a little action of my own going. I put my arms around her from behind, pulling her back towards me and bringing both hands up to cup her tits. Even through the cloth of her bikini top I could feel the heat of her nipples hardening under my touch. I squeezed her breasts gently, at the same time running my lips along the line of her shoulder and across the back of her neck. Again her body reacted to mine, just as it had with our first kiss. Her hands came up and pressed mine tight against her tits, her body pressed back against me, and her head lifted as my tongue traced along her neck.
"She was pressing her butt tight against my swelling prick as I took my hands from her tits, putting them on her shoulders, and began to press her down, onto the blanket. As she went to her knees, I quickly brought my hands back and with surprisingly steady fingers undid the snap of her bikini top.
"She turned as she knelt on the blanket, facing me. I followed her down, and when her upper body was supported only by her elbows, I leaned forward and began to kiss one of her tits, tickling the dark red of her nipple with my tongue until it grew to a hard point in my mouth.
"She settled back flat onto the blanket, and I followed her down, unwilling to give up the delicious taste of her tit. One of her hands came up between my legs, pressing at my balls through the cloth of my trousers, then her fingers were at my zipper, pulling it down, freeing the aching hardness of my cock from its confinement. There was a wide, soft and dreamy smile on her face as her hand wrapped itself around my cock, a smile that seemed to grow even wider as she slowly, with just the right amount of pressure, began to slide her hand up and down my shaft, jacking me off. Even as a kid I had never been much in favor of masturbation, but I found out that afternoon that there was a big difference between doing it myself and having a beautiful young girl doing it. It's funny, in all my years I've been sucked and fucked in just about every possible way, I never before had a girl simply jack me off.
"It seemed to take only a couple dozen strokes of her hand up and down my cock before I felt that expanding ball of heat in my guts that said I was close to coming. It had been quite a while since the last time I had screwed a woman, and I had a lot of come stored up inside of me. Because of that I knew that, this afternoon at least, I was going to be able to keep going for quite a while. Even so, I wanted to come inside of her. I didn't care whether it was in her cunt, her mouth, or her ass, just so it was inside of her body, with her heat wrapped around my cock, not just her fingers.
"I tightened up every muscle in my middle, especially my ass muscles - an old trick I had learned many years ago - to keep from coming and with frantic fingers I fumbled at her bikini bottom, seeking the snap or button or whatever to open it. Finally, in desperation, I just pulled them off, ripping them down around the lush curve of her hips, pulling her legs up to get them off, then throwing them to one side. My urgency seemed to be transmitting itself to her. As soon as she was completely naked she spread her legs wide in invitation, then her hand pulled on my cock, pulling me forward and down between her legs.
"As I settled between them she brought her knees up on either side of me, lining my body up with hers. Then her legs lifted completely off the blanket, wrapping themselves around my waist, her heels pressing against my ass. Her hand pulled my cock back and forth, rubbing it along and between the lips of her cunt, then she stuck the head of it against her opening and with her feet began to push down on my ass. forcing my cock Into her.
"It felt like she was on fire. I had never before felt a cunt so hot, and as her heat transferred to me I felt my cock getting bigger and bigger, almost as if it was going to explode at any minute, and I don't mean just by coming, It actually felt like I had a bomb sticking out from between my legs, sticking into that boiling hot, wet cunt underneath me.
"While she pulled me down hard with her legs, then with her hands as her arms went around my back, I used my muscles to hold back, letting my cock slide in a fraction of an inch at a time, teasing both of us by holding back. All the time my lips and teeth were busy, kissing her neck and shoulder, biting lightly at her ear. My weight was supported on my elbows, and my fingers wrapped tight in her hair, turning her head first one way, then the other. I bit her right ear, blew gently into it, then turned her head and darted my tongue deep into her left ear, wetting it with my saliva, then blowing into it as I had done the other one. All of that, combined with the slow penetration of her body by my cock, was having the effect I had hoped for. She was getting hotter and hotter, closer and closer to an orgasm. Above all, I didn't want to come before her, to disgrace myself with a girl fifty years younger than me, and I had to use every ounce of willpower I could muster and every trick I had learned in a long lifetime to hold back while I brought her body to a fever pitch.
"Finally, when it felt as though my body was one large cramp from my fight to hold back my climax, she began to moan and twist under me, and I knew that she was ready. I let my body settle down over hers, my cock sinking all the way into her cunt, bringing forth a loud groan from her as it hit bottom.
"I let it rest there for a moment, loving the feel of her hot cunt walls wrapped around the full length of my shaft, then I slowly drew it out until just the head was inside of her pussy. At the top of my stroke I paused again, while her legs pulled frantically at me, then slid down until I was all the way inside again. Up and down, in and out ... I kept my pumping slow at first, letting her passion build, then faster and faster as I felt her coming to a climax.
"I felt the little ring of muscle at the entrance to her cunt beginning to quiver and grip at the shaft of my cock, and I began to lunge up and down as fast as I could. I relaxed the tense hold I had on my own reactions, and in seconds the head of my cock felt like it was on fire as the come rushed to it, then into her body.
"Her orgasm came at the same moment, and her heels began to beat at my ass, pounding against me, as her body arched up under me, her butt completely off the blanket as she strove to get every last fraction of an inch of my cock into her. Her body thrashed under mine, twisting and turning, and every muscle in her cunt came alive, grabbing and milking my cock, becoming even more heated and more slippery as our juices mixed.
"A mixture of shuddering gasps for air and groans of pleasure were coming from her wide-open mouth and her head was twisting from side to side as she let herself go completely, enjoying the heat of her orgasm. My hips were still hammering away, driving my cock in and out of her as my juice pumped from my cock. Then, with one last lunge, I forced myself as deeply into her as I could, stopping there as my cock gave one last jerk, ejaculated one last spurt of come. I felt her body collapse under mine, and knew that we had ended our orgasms together, as we had started them. A perfect come for both of us.
"As I slowly pulled my cock out of her relaxing cunt I was very happy to find that it wasn't getting soft, as I had been afraid it might. I have always been blessed with a cock that seemed to be willing to stay hard for as long as I needed it, but, with the advancing years, I no longer had the total faith in it that I once had.
"When the head finally slipped from between her cunt lips I looked over to where Hiram and June were laying, to see that they, too, were just finishing up. As I got to my feet Hiram rolled off of her, smiling widely, and I knew that he had enjoyed his experience as much as I had mine. I got to my feet, and did something that I should have done earlier, if I hadn't been in such a rush to get my cock into Sandy's cunt. I quickly stripped off all my clothes. As far as I was concerned the fun was just starting, and I wanted to be properly undressed for the next act.
"When I got my clothes off, I left Sandy on the blanket, with her eyes still closed, and stepped over to where June and Hiram were. I got there just as June started to move toward Hiram. I guess she had finally caught her breath from the screwing he had given her, and had decided to continue the action. She was headed for Hiram's cock with her lips open, but then she saw me and suddenly changed direction.
"I was only standing about two feet away from her, and my still stiff cock was pointed right at her. She looked at it, for a minute, then I saw her tongue wet her lips and she began to move towards me. I wasn't at all sure what Sandy would think of me changing horse in midstream, or what Hiram would think of me shoving my cock down his girl's throat, but when her lips touched the head of my cock in a soft kiss I forgot all about them.
"Her soft, wet tongue circled gently about the head of my cock, licking it all over, then she dropped her head below it and ran the pointed tip of her tongue around the supersensitive flesh of the ring just behind the head. Her lips planted little kisses all over it as she moved, then her tongue traced a line along the bottom of my shaft, all the way back to my balls. Her mouth opened wide and she sucked my sac, gently squeezing my balls against the roof of her mouth. She sucked on them for a minute, then let them slip out of her mouth, tickling the sac with just the tip of her tongue, sending shivers all through my body.
"Her lips moved back up my shaft, then wrapped around the head of my cock. My body-reacted instantly, my hips sliding forward, guiding my cock deep into her mouth. She was on her knees right in front of me now, her hands wrapped around my thighs, one finger tickling between the cheeks of my ass.
"Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sandy get up, and for a second I worried about what she might do because of my deserting her. I need not have worried. She walked over to Hiram, watching us, dropped to the blanket next to him, and began to suck on his cock just as June was sucking on mine.
"After a few minutes of June's busily moving tongue I had to start concentrating on not coming again. I hadn't expected to get so hot again so soon. It must have had something to do with the age of the girls. I hadn't screwed anyone that young in over thirty years.
"Finally I had to pull my cock out of her mouth or come right then, and I was still worried that the next time might be the last time for the day. I didn't want to waste it. I pushed June's mouth away from my cock, then dropped down onto the blanket next to her.
"As June started to lower herself from her kneeling position to lay next to me, I urged her body around until she ended up laying on her stomach, nude, the way I had first seen her. The sight of her laying there on her stomach when we first came down to the beach had sent ideas through my head, and now I intended to follow through on those ideas.
"I bent over her and began kissing the back of her neck, taking little bites from the soft flesh, pulling gently at little blonde hairs with my teeth. Slowly I worked my mouth downwards on her body, kissing each shoulder blade, running my tongue lovingly over each little bump on her spine.
"At the base of her backbone, just above the crack of her ass, there was another fine, thin patch of golden hair, and again I teased her body by pulling gently at them with my teeth. Her breath was coming in great, shuddering gasps, and I knew that my actions were really turning her on.
"Her flesh pressed up against my lips as I moved my head still further down her body, my tongue running lightly into the crack of her ass. With my fingers I spread her cheeks, bringing into view the tight little brown pucker of her asshole, I let my tongue continue to trace little paths along the bottom of her crack, coming a little closer to her hole each time. She was squirming around underneath me now, and I knew that there was nothing I could not do with her body. She was totally mine, totally in my power.
"Once I knew that I had her ready, I let my tongue seek out her asshole, probing around it, tasting the sweetness of it, then working slowly into it. I later found out that no one had ever done that to her before, and that explained her reaction to my exploring tongue. When the tip of my tongue slowly forced its way into her tightly clenched anus, her whole body began to shake, almost as if she was having an epileptic fit.
"With my face holding the cheeks of her ass apart, my hands were free for other duties. I slid them under her, lifting her stomach up off the blanket. With one hand I held her in that position, and I sent the other down between her legs, my fingers running through the fine hair, moist with a mixture of sweat and her juices.
"I slid one finger between the lips of her cunt, feeling the erect little knob of her clitoris quivering away, then I slid into her pussy. She was already sopping wet and more moisture flowed around my finger as I forced it deep inside of her. The muscles of her cunt locked around my finger, holding it deep inside of her while my tongue continued to probe at her asshole.
"The smooth taste I was getting with my tongue and the combined smells of her asshole and dripping cunt were driving me out of my mind. I had to get my cock inside of her, so I gave her asshole one last loving, stabbing lick with my tongue, then pulled my face from her ass and moved back up on her body, my legs going between hers, forcing them apart into a wide vee.
"I kept the fingers of my one hand busy in her cunt, while with the other I directed my cock down between the cheeks of her ass, pressing the head of it against her anus, wet from my saliva. I began to ease it slowly into her, and as the head spread her asshole open June began to wither under me, crying out in a combination of pleasure and pain. It didn't take me long to realize, from her reactions, that she was still a virgin in her asshole, so I moved my cock in very slowly, pushing it in a fraction of an inch at a time to keep from hurting her too much.
"Finally I had the head of it all the way into her, and when the ring of her anus snapped shut around the shaft, after passing the larger diameter of the head, I almost yelled myself. Then she managed to relax her clenched anal muscles, and I eased my cock all the way into her, burying the full length of it inside her rectum. Once I had it all the way inside I held it still, moving my finger in her cunt to give her time to get used to the feel of my cock filling her ass. That's when Hiram and Sandy decided to make a foursome out of our little party.
"I was holding my weight off June's body with my left arm, my right hand being busy in her pussy, and I almost fell flat on top of her when someone moved my arm to one side. I looked up from my kissing of the back of June's neck to see Hiram, his legs spread on either side of June's head, sliding his body towards us while Sandy looked on.
"He snaked his legs alongside June's body, his right knee going between her shoulder and my elbow where it was pressed against the blanket. He wrapped his fingers in her hair and pulled her head up, sliding under it until his crotch, and his upthrust cock, were right under her face. June, now ready for anything, opened her mouth wide and swallowed his? stiff cock, running her lips down the length of the shaft until she had it all in her mouth.
"To complete our little menage a quatre Sandy stepped over us, dropping to her knees with her legs on either side of June's head, her cunt right in front of Hiram's face, her ass only inches from mine. From his sitting position in front of her Hiram reached out with his arms, his hands going to her ass, and pulled her forward to where his tongue could reach into her waiting cunt. I could see the juice dripping from it as he began licking away at it. In pulling her forward to where his tongue could reach her his hands had spread apart the cheeks of Sandy's ass, and the tight brown pucker of her asshole was right in front of my eyes and my tongue, a tempting target just waiting to be tasted.
"It made for an uncomfortable position, supporting all my weight on my one hand, but I lifted my head until my face was against her ass and slid my tongue straight and deep into her waiting asshole, at the same time beginning to slowly pump my cock up and down, in and out of June's ass. While I was doing this I was also gently moving my finger back and forth in her cunt, probing deep in her pussy, occasionally giving the bud of her clit a little pinch or tickle. As my tongue slid into the warm asshole in front of me, Sandy ground her ass cheeks back against my face, giving herself the full benefit of my searching tongue.
"There the four of us lay, sat or knelt on the blanket, with me fucking June in the ass and fingering her cunt at the same time, June's mouth sucking away on Hiram's cock, Hiram eating Sandy's pussy, and me tonguing Sandy's asshole. What a picture it would have made if someone had come by with a. camera.
"We had all been playing with each other long enough so that each and every one of us was totally hot and ready to come. Hiram was the first to get his rocks off, into June's mouth, starting the chain reaction.
"His hips jerked up off the blanket, his weight supported on his hands as he began to shoot his load into June's hard sucking mouth. His reaction to the orgasm he was experiencing drove his tongue deep and hard into Sandy's cunt, and as her hands clutched at the back of his head, pressing his face into her crotch, her own orgasm came. In her shaking climax she jammed her ass tight back against my face, begging for even more of my tongue, and the taste of her ass and the animal smell of her flooding cunt set off my own climax, shooting my load into June's ass.
"With hot come flooding into both her mouth and ass, June could no longer hold out. She let herself go completely, and with a series of muscle-locking convulsions that had her body pounding up and down on the blanket she came, her ass muscles locking around my still jerking cock, her cunt squeezing tight around my still working fingers, and her teeth biting at Hiram's cock.
"When, after what seemed like-hours of jerking back and forth, it was all over, when each of us had pumped out the last drop of his or her love-juice, we untangled ourselves, pulling organs and tongues from various holes, and just collapsed for long minutes on the blanket, each of us fighting for breath. I was wishing mightily that I had brought an extra bottle of wine with me, because, right at that minute, I needed a drink to revive me more than I needed anything else in the world.
"I must have said something aloud about wanting a drink, because June, with a smile on her face, informed me that they had a wide assortment of wines back at their apartment, just waiting for us. As we left the beach, though, I couldn't help but wonder if any of us would have any time for drinking once we got there. I had a feeling that the rest of the afternoon and the evening was going to be filled with something much more strenuous than pulling corks out of bottles."
Although each of the couples in this case history, Sandy and June on the one hand, and Hiram and Walter on the other, have made successful adaptations to their emotional needs, it is doubtful if any lasting relationship will be formed among the four of them. Rather than parting, we believe that they will slowly drift apart, seeing less and less of each other, with Hiram and Walter returning to their self-sufficient slide to death, and the girls probably settling down when they realize - from their experiences with Hiram and Walter - that sex is not something for the young only, and that they have a long life ahead to be enjoyed.
CHAPTER THREE: A Man Is Never Too Old
"I guess when the kids put me in this here old-folks home they figured that'd be the end of their problems, 'specially the problems they thought they was havin' with me chasin' women all over the place.
"They kept on tellin' me that I was too old to be actin' that way, that I should act my age, and all that sort of shit. Guess they just couldn't understand that old men get horny, too. I do, anyway, Always have. Ever since I was a kid, when Mary took me into the barn on my tenth birthday to show me what it was all about, I been gettin' it regular, and I don't see no sense in stoppin' now, just 'cause I'm past my three score and ten.
"Well, I got some news for them kids of mine. They may think they've got me locked away where I can't get none, but I'm still doin' all right. Got to admit that, when I first got here I was a little worried about it, 'specially after seein' all the old biddies they got livin' here, but it didn't take me long to find out there was pussy to be had, if you know where to look for it.
"I guess it was about the third or fourth night I was here, when I was getting pretty hard-up for some action. I was thinkin' about jackin' off, somethin' I hadn't done in a lot of years, when I got my first bit of action. And to this day I don't rightly know whether or not Miss Simmons, my nurse, knew about it or not. You see, it was her I got.
"They got us in little rooms, with no doors so's they can hear if we fall out of bed or any-thin', and at night they have a nurse on duty. She doesn't have to stay awake, though. They got a little room for her, too, right up at the front of the hall.
"Well, like I said, it was about the third or fourth night I was there, an' I had to get up and take a leak about three in the mornin'. One bad thing about gettin' old is that my bladder isn't near as strong as it used to be, nor my kidneys, and it seems like I have to get up two or three times every night to take a leak.
"The head was up at the front of the hall, right by Miss Simmons' room, and as I was on my way back down the hall I saw that her door was open a little bit. I guess so she could hear if any of us antiques needed any help durin' the night. Anyway, her door was open a little bit, so I just sort of peeked in, just to see what it looked like, you know?
"Well, maybe I am gettin' senile, like my kids think, 'cause when I looked in that door and saw Miss Simmons there, in that bed, the blanket down enough so I could see one of her bare tits stickin' out, I just couldn't help slippin' inside for a closer look.
"By the time I got up to the bed I was shakin' I was so horny, and without even thinkin' about it I climbed up there on the bed with her, moving slow and easy so's not to wake her up. My cock was hard and my balls was achin' from lookin' at her. I sort of straddled her chest with my knees, and she didn't even move when I pulled open my pyjama bottoms and let my cock pop out, the head of it goin' right up against her sleepin' lips like it had a mind of its own.
"Them lips of hers was real full and sort of poutin' like, sort of wet and shiny lookin', and in the light that was leakin' in from the hall I saw a little drop of wet on 'em, a drop that had pumped itself out the end of my cock. When I saw that I stopped worryin' about wakin' her up. I just didn't give a damn anymore. I had to get my cock into that sweet lookin' mouth of hers.
"All at once Miss Simmons began moaning in her sleep, and for a second I froze, thinkin' that she was gonna wake up and find me there. Her eyes stayed closed, though, and I watched as just the tip of her tongue came out from between them lips of hers to lick off that little drop on her lip, then make a swipe at the head of my cock to get another drop that had formed there. It sure did feel good, and I couldn't make up my mind whether she was asleep or not.
"Just sittin' there astride her wasn't gettin' much done, so I lifted up real slow, to keep from movin' the bed around too much, and eased the blanket out from under me, exposin' first them beautiful tits of hers, sticking up out of her chest like a couple of small mountains, with dark tips that looked like they was just achin' to be kissed, then the soft-lookin' mound of her belly. With one quick jerk I pulled the blanket clean off her, dropping it over the side of the bed. Miss Sirnmons, I'll have you know, slept in the raw, just like I used to, and in my mind that's nothin' more than a sign that she was ready for a little fuckin'.
"I settled back down over her tits again, feel-in' them pressin' at the cheeks of my ass, and nudged my cock against her mouth real gentle like. When I did I'll be damned if she didn't open them lips of hers, just enough so I could slide my cock a little way in.
"I knew that I was takin' some big chances on gettin' in trouble there in Miss Simmons' room, and that I should get my tail out of there right then, but I just couldn't help wonderin' just how far I could go. I was thinkin' hard that I should get out, but my body was tellin' me that I had to stay, that I'd be a double-damned fool if I left right then.
"I was sweat-in' pretty hard while I tried to make up my mind what to do, when Miss Simmons made up my mind for me. My cock was still layin' there against her lips, and she stuck her tongue out just a little bit to give it a lick, then kissed it full on the head. That was all I needed. I knew that I was pretty close to comin' right then, and that if I went and shot a load of hot cum into her mouth while she was sleep-in' she'd sure as shit wake up, and I'd be in big trouble, but after she kissed the head of my cock I just didn't give a shit no more.
"While I was thinkin' all this she was gettin' busier and busier, polishin' away at my knob with her tongue and lips, and I was gettin' hotter and hotter. Then she sort of lifted her knees up off the bed and they fell apart, bring-in' her cunt right out into the open. I damn near got a crick in my neck lookin' back over my shoulder at that sweet lookin' hole. It looked better than any candy bar, and I just had to get a little taste of it, so I eased my body around again, turnin' completely around on the bed, but keepin' my cock right there by her mouth. I ended up straddlin' her shoulders, with my cock right over her mouth, and my head right down there between her legs, eyes starin' at that juicy smellin' cunt of hers. I just sat there and looked at it for a couple of minutes, sort of teasin' myself. Then, even though I was pretty sure she was still sleepin', she took the lead again. Her lips came up and locked around the head of my cock, and I just sort of squatted down, slidin' it right into her waitin' mouth.
"She took it right in, about halfway, her lips locked real tight around the shaft, and the heat of her mouth and the busy end of her tongue started drivin' me right out of my head. I had to get somethin' going on my own, so I dipped my head on down towards that pink cunt of hers, and started lickin' away.
"I ran my tongue along her cunt lips for a couple of seconds, just tastin' her juice, then flicked the end of it against her clit, stickin' up outa her flesh like some kind a little prick.
"Miss Simmons started groanin' and moanin' again, really gettin' with it on my cock, like she was just achin' to get fucked in whatever dream it was she was havin'. I slid my tongue right on into that pussy of hers, as deep as I could get it, then started movin' the tip of it around, explorin' and tastin'. That seemed to set her off, 'cause she reached up and grabbed the cheeks of my ass and pulled me down tight on top of her face, takin' my cock all the way back into her tight, hot and lovin' throat. She was givin' me a blow job like I hadn't had in years, and I was lovin* every slurp.
"Maybe, I began thinking, she was just pretendin' to be asleep. Maybe she needed a little more lovin' as much as I did, but, since she was a nurse, she couldn't admit it. It was a nice thought, and I still think it at times, but the way she was actin' I was pretty sure she was actually sleeping sort of having a wet dream, but with real action.
"Dream or not, she was givin' me some real good head. Her lips was slidin' up and down the length of my cock faster and faster, like she was tryin' to get me to match her motions, so I obliged her, rammin' my tongue in and out of her cunt, stickin' it deep, wigglin' it around, then pullin' it out to give a little lick to her clit. I had my hands under her now, a hold of her ass and liftin' her up off the bed so I could get a straight shot at her cunt, and she was helpin', jerkin' her hips up and down and back and forth and 'round in little circles like I was drivin' her nuts.
"She was givin' as good as she was getting', workin' away on my cock like it was some kind of all-day sucker. She was puttin' so much suction on it that I didn't have to pump it in and out of her mouth, She was just suckin' it in, all the way back into her throat, so far that on every down stroke I could feel my balls bobbin' against her nose, the air whistlin' through her nostrils ticklin' the hairs I had growin' there so bad I almost had to start laughin'.
"I didn't laugh, though, 'cause I knew I was only seconds away from comin', and I sure didn't want to take a chance on wakin' her up right then. From the way her body was movin' around underneath me, her wet cunt slappin' against my face, smearin' her love-juice all over me, I figured she wasn't far away, either, so I just gave my tongue every thin' it had, stickin' it in and slidin' it out as fast as it would move. I pried the cheeks of her ass apart and slid one finger in until I felt the tight little pucker of her asshole, I could feel her muscles clenchin' and relaxin* as her body pumped away under mine, and I timed it, so that when it relaxed one time I was able to slide my finger right into her hot ass.
"That was all she needed, and when she went off she took me right with her. Her teeth bit down on the shaft of my cock so hard I almost yelled, then I was pumpin' a hot load of cum into her mouth.
"For a second, from the sounds I heard, I thought she was gonna choke from that hot load, but she got her throat workin' and swallowed every drop of it. At the same time her hips jerked upwards, pressin' her cunt tight against my face, lockin' my tongue deep inside it.
"I could feel all them little muscles in her pussy shakin' away, grabbin' at my tongue as a hot flood of juice gushed towards my mouth. That juice tasted like the sweetest honey and I sucked in every drop of it, at the same time pumpin' every bit of stored up cum in my balls, a whole month's worth, down into her throat.
"She just didn't seem to want to stop comin', her body thrashin' away under mine so hard I was sure she was gonna wake up any second. Then, with a little scream that vibrated around my cock, she collapsed back on the bed, her lips still suckin' the last drops of cum out of my cock. Her ass fell back onto the bed, and I was just barely able to get my finger out of it before she broke it off, I didn't really want to stop then, but I knew that if I tried anything else she was sure to wake up, so I let my tongue slide out of her cunt, gettin' one last little lick of that juice of hers on the way out.
"My cock was shrinkin' fast in her mouth, and she didn't seem to want to give it up any more than I had wanted to give up that sweet pussy of hers, but I managed to slide it out from between her lips at last, and climbed slowly, carefully of the bed.
"Tryin' not to make a sound I picked up the blanket from the floor and pulled it over her again, then I slipped out of the room and down the hall to my own little cell.
"About three hours later I was still layin' there, wide awake, thinkin' about what had happened, when I heard an alarm clock go off. A couple of minutes later Miss Simmons came by, makin' her rounds, and I couldn't help but notice as I laid there, pretendin' to be asleep, that she sure had a mighty big and mighty satisfied lookin' smile on her lips. Come to think of it, I guess I was smilin' pretty good, too."
In examining the case of Jake P. and Nurse Simmons, it is clear that there are two areas where it is quite likely a pathological condition exists. The first is in Jake's extreme sensuality, This, in itself, is not unusual. When coupled with his advanced age, though, it becomes clinically interesting.
There are many researchers who believe that there is some definite physiological reason why some men are able to remain active, sexually, far beyond the time when most men have ceased ail sexual functioning, In Jake's case, however, it simply appears that he has never considered the concept of decreased sexual functioning because of advanced age, so he continues to function as he did when he was much younger, The second possibly pathological condition revolves around Jake's clear enjoyment of the oral sexual act, which did not have to be followed by a conventional heterosexual act for him to achieve full satisfaction.
Freud implied that heterosexual behavior terminating in sexual intercourse and orgasm was normal. Sexual behavior terminating in orgasm in situations other than heterosexual intercourse was designated as a deviation, aberration, or perversion. If, for example, orgasm were to follow masturbation or heterosexual oral practices. Freud would have considered it to be perverse, though not necessarily pathological. He viewed behavior as pathological only if it was part of a habitual pattern.
If a perversion instead of appearing merely alongside the normal sexual act and object, and then only when circumstances are unfavorable to them and favorable to it - if, instead of this, it ousts them completely and takes their place in all circumstances - if, in short, a perversion has the characteristics of exclusiveness and fixations - then we shall usually be justified in regarding it as a pathological symptom.
Most psychiatrists today agree with Freud that where orgasm is habitually achieved without heterosexual penis-vagina intercourse, a pathological condition exists. A wealth of clinical data from psychoanalysis demonstrates that in those instances where sexual behavior does not include heterosexual intercourse, fear and inhibition have determined the exclusion.
However, the activities that have led to orgasm may or may not be pathological. Masturbation, for example, can be one normal mode of sexual expression for both sexes throughout life. The same holds true for fellatio and cunnilingus, which may make up part of the normal sexual repertoire. Many individuals who participate in such practices suffer shame and guilt because they have been taught since they were children that such practices are wrong, sinful and dirty.
When masturbation and oral practices constitute the major, if not the only, activities of sexual life, it is not the activities, as such, that are psycho-pathological, but rather the existing fears regarding heterosexual activities which exclude the capability for heterosexual intercourse.
Freud classified sexual aberrations as (1) deviations linked to the sexual object, and (2) deviations linked to the sexual aim.
He defined the sexual object as the person towards whom one is sexually attracted, and the sexual aim as the act through which one is sexually satisfied, or through which the instincts tend to find expression.
Under the category of deviation in respect to the sexual object, Freud included homosexuality, the choice of sexually immature persons, and the choice of animals.
Under deviations in respect to the sexual aim he constructed two subcategories: anatomical extensions and fixations of preliminary sexual aims.
Subsumed under anatomical sexual extensions were the behaviors that include the use of nongenital organs as genitals, such as the mouth and the anus, and personal possessions and parts of the sexual object, such as articles of clothing, or a foot, or perhaps an ear, as stimuli for sexual excitation. Preliminary sexual aims refer to the various aspects of sexual foreplay preceding intercourse.
Freud postulated that any interference with or fear of participating in sexual intercourse could determine a fixation on some aspect of the foreplay, thus converting the foreplay itself into a substitutive sexual aim. This, to a certain extent, is what has happened to Jake in his relationship with Miss Simmons. A combination of his fear of getting caught forcing oral intercourse on her and the fear that, if she became aware of what was happening she would interfere with his activities, has made the oral stimulation which he is used to as foreplay into the sole sexual activity which he is able to enjoy with her, and from this foreplay-type activity he is able to gain complete sexual satisfaction, emotional as well as physical.
The fact that he is able to use oral foreplay to achieve physical satisfaction is not harmful or unusual. As a matter of fact, many men use oral activity to the point of orgasm to release the initial tensions of sexual play, thus extending their time to second orgasm to give the woman more pleasure. Jake's problem is that he has allowed himself to become satisfied with only that initial oral orgasm, and has put out of his mind the need to go on to a second orgasm during conventional heterosexual intercourse.
"Before coming to work at the Home that night I had gotten into a minor fight with my boyfriend. Now, I know that a fight with a boyfriend, especially a fight that would be forgotten the next morning, certainly doesn't, sound like a major calamity, or even something especially important, but it was important to me for a very special reason.
"You see, I really love sex. I have to have it on a regular basis, and if I don't my hormones or something get all mixed and I get moody and bitchy and start acting in ways that no nurse is ever supposed to act. I was used to getting it from my boyfriend every night before I left for work, and again every morning when I came home, and, because of the fight. I hadn't gotten any of his wonderful prick that night. I screwed me up, and was the reason for everything that, happened that night. Everything!
"All through the evening I kept thinking about the fight, about my boyfriend, and above all, about sex. By the time I had gotten everyone into bed, switched out all the lights, emptied the last bedpan and dispensed the last sleeping pill, I was so horny I felt like I was itching all over. It was really bad.
"I guess that's why, while I was laying there in my room and I heard someone going down the hall I pretended to be asleep. I just didn't feel like being bothered with some old man's problems that night.
"I must have already been getting in a bitchy mood, because one of my breasts was uncovered, and when I heard whoever it was stop outside the door, and was sure that he was peeking in, I didn't do a thing about covering it up. I just laid there, still pretending to be asleep, and silently hoped that, whoever it was, was getting as horny from the sight of my bare tit as I was from thinking about the sex I hadn't had that night.
"I almost moved, though, when I heard whoever it was slowly opening the door, then slipping into the room. For some reason I didn't, though. Instead I opened my eyes just a little bit, just enough to see. It was Jake, the old bastard in Room 14, and much to my surprise I saw that he had one hell of a hard on making a tent peak in the front of his pajama bottoms.
"He stood there for what seemed like hours, just staring at me, or perhaps just at my tit. Then he started to move again, but not, as I had expected, towards the door. Instead he tiptoed over to my bed, slowly climbed up on it, and ended up straddling my chest, He reached down and pulled open his pajamas, releasing his cock, and I almost gasped when, still through slitted eyes, I saw the size of it. It was a real monster, at least nine inches long.
"I didn't know how good Jake's eyesight was, or even if he could see at all in dim light that was leaking in from the hallway, but I didn't want him to catch me looking at him. At all cost I wanted him to think I was asleep, If he found out I was awake, and letting him sit there astraddle me with his cock only inches from my face, he'd be able to blackmail me into letting him do whatever he wanted to.
"Of course, I could have pretended to wake up, then ordered him out of my room, but the smell of his hot cock, now almost touching my lips, was driving me nuts. I just had to do something about it, so I did the only thing I could. I let out a little moan, like I was dreaming, then reached out with my tongue and licked at the head of his cock.
"That seemed to set him off. Still moving slowly and carefully, to keep from waking me, he pulled the blanket off my body completely, throwing it to the floor, then moved forward an inch or so, until his cock was pressing against my lips. That was more than I could stand. I opened my mouth to let it slide in a little ways, then locked my lips around it as a seal and began to suck hard on it. At the same time I spread my legs wide open, and when I sneaked another little peak a couple of seconds later he was looking back over his shoulder at my exposed cunt.
"Next he pulled something that definitely would have awakened me if I had been asleep, and I guess it was only his hominess that kept him from realizing that I couldn't possibly be asleep. He turned completely around on the bed, ending up facing down towards my cunt, without ever pulling his cock out of my mouth. He sort of pivoted on it, moving his crotch up towards the head of the bed as he turned, and we ended up laying in the sixty-nine position, with him on top of me.
"He immediately dropped his head down between my legs and began tonguing my cunt, and when he did that I let his cock slide all the way into my mouth, beginning to put all the suction on it my lungs could produce.
"His tongue was stabbing deep into my cunt, and I felt like I was going out of my mind I wanted him so bad. I no longer had any control over my movements and only enough sense left to continue to pretend to be asleep. I reached up to his head, pulling his face down tight onto my cunt, and when I did his hands reached under me and one finger slid into my asshole. God, but that felt good. It was all it took to make me come.
"When my body started that mad jerking and heaving that always goes with one of my orgasms I bit down on his cock, not hard enough to hurt him. That set off his climax, and he pumped so much come down my throat that I began to wonder where the hell it was all coming from. He must have been storing it up for months.
"Let me tell you, I had one hell of a time pretending that I was still asleep, that I was just having a wet dream. I didn't see any way that he could believe I was asleep, but he must have, because, as I felt his cock growing soft in my mouth, he began to move very slowly and gently again, sliding over until he was able to get one leg off the bed, then climbing off completely. He picked up the blanket from the floor and pulled it over my body, then tiptoed over to the door. I almost had to laugh when he carefully peeked out to make sure that there was no one in the hallway before letting himself out of my room, carefully closing the door only halfway, the way I usually leave it so that I will be able to hear if any of my wards have trouble at night, or get into fights, as old people sometimes do without any provocation whatsoever.
"Happy and satisfied at last, I drifted off to sleep, and when the alarm awakened me several hours later to make my rounds I felt wonderful. The itch was gone, although my desire for sex was still as strong as ever. It had been beautiful when he had eaten me until I came, but now I wanted to get fucked. I wanted a hot cock in my pussy, and I wanted it that night. I began to wonder if, perhaps, Jake might be smart enough to pretend sleep, too.
"I made my rounds, waking up a couple of patients to administer medications the doctor had prescribed, talking to one for a while to try to get him to go back to sleep, then checking the rest of them out to make sure that none had stopped breathing in the time I had been asleep. Just the regular nighttime routine, added to by the anticipation of what I was going to do. Something that I hadn't even admitted to myself yet. A visit to Jake's room.
"Once I had taken care of my duties and checked everything out I walked quietly down the hall to Jake's room and peeked in the open doorway. With no doors on the rooms, I would have to be careful to make sure that no patient walking by glanced in and saw what I hoped we would soon be doin.
"Jake seemed to be asleep, although he wasn't giving out with his usual loud snores. I figured that maybe he was really awake, but pretending to be asleep, just as I had done when he visited my room. If that was the case, fine. Neither one of us would have to admit to anything after it was over.
"I stopped in the doorway to make one last check, looking up and down the hallway to make sure that no one was watching, then I slipped into the darkened interior of the room. I let out a little cough, just to see if Jake would react, and when he didn't I pulled off my uniform as quietly as I could, letting it drop to the floor. When I had dressed for my rounds I had simply slipped nay uniform dress on, leaving my bra and panties in my room, so getting naked only took me a couple of seconds.
"Jake was almost completely covered, the light blue hospital blanket pulled all the way up to his chin, so I slowly lifted just the edge of it and the sheets, sliding between the cool linen with my body coming to rest pressed lightly against his, laying on my side. Jake still didn't move a muscle, and I held very still for several minutes, listening to his breathing, trying to decide whether he was asleep or awake. I couldn't make up my mind about it, though, so I decided to go a little further, just to see if I could get a reaction out of him.
"I wrapped my fingers around his flaccid cock, beginning to squeeze on it with a gentle, rhythmic motion, and at the same time I began to blow softly in his ear, every so often sticking just the tip of my tongue into his ear and running it around for a couple of seconds.
"It didn't take much of this sort of action to get his cock hard, and I knew that, no matter what he wanted to pretend, he wasn't asleep. Not any more. His breathing immediately speeded up, coming in short, sharp gasps, and when I gave the head of his cock a little extra squeeze with my fingers he let out a soft moan that showed just how well he was reacting to my treatment.
"When his cock was so hard it felt like a piece of hot iron in my hand, and I began to feel little twitches of motion in his hips as his body reacted more and more to what I was doing, I lifted the blankets off him and rolled up on top of his body, my legs going on either side of his, my tits brushing through the thin hair on his chest. The feel of that mat of grey strands on my nipples was almost more than I could bear. They hardened immediately into aching tenderness, and. as I let them rub back and forth I felt a fresh flood of wetness starting between my legs and then that itching need for a big cock was back, driving me nuts with passion.
"I slid down on the bed until his cock was pressing firmly against the lips of my cunt, the tremendous length of it sticking up between my legs like a flagpole, Then I began to slowly move ray hips and pelvis up and down in a fucking motion, feeling the swollen head of his cock rubbing through the hair between my legs, getting harder and hotter with each stroke.
"Jake's hands moved a little, then were still once again, and I figured that he was having one hell of a time continuing his pretense of sleep, He wanted to grab my ass in the worst way, I thought, holding it in place so he could get that big cock of his into my cunt, but he couldn't without admitting that he was awake.
"Finally he couldn't take it anymore, he opened his eyes, and with a quick thrust of his body that caught me completely by surprise he rolled me over onto my back, his cock still pressed firmly between my legs. Just from that few minutes of playing with his cock I was so hot that I wanted him to shove his cock straight into me, right away, but he had other ideas. First he wanted to just lay there for a while playing with my tits.
"Judging from what happened next, I got the feeling that Jake had some sort of hangup about wanting oral sex. Instead of doing what I expected him to do, ramming his cock into my waiting cunt, he jerked his body up over me, his legs going on either side of me, rubbing the now sticky head of his cock between my tits, then against my hard nipples. I craned my head forward, trying to capture the head of his cock between my lips as it bobbed back and forth. That must have been what he wanted, because he slid forward a little further, just far enough to let me taste his cock.
"I sucked about half of it into my mouth, tasting the hot saltiness of it, gently running my tongue over the velvet smoothness of the head, and while I did this he began running his hands over my breasts, kneading the firm flesh, pinching my nipples gently, rolling them between his fingers and making them even harder.
"I don't want to make you come in my mouth again, Jake," I whispered around the fullness of his cock, releasing the pressure only long enough to speak then pausing to kiss the head again, "but it tastes so good. I'll bet you didn't wash it after you left my room, did you?"
"Well, Miss Simmons," he answered, "you're certainly giving it a good washing now," the tightness of lust in his voice.
"Sucking cock was not really a specialty of mine - I much prefer having it shoved deep into my cunt - but since that was what he seemed to want right then, that's what I gave him. I figured that we still had several hours before I would have to get back to my duties - hours that I could spend here with him, first sucking, then getting thoroughly fucked. Despite his age, he seemed to have plenty of staying power.
"Although thoughts of his cock filling my cunt were flashing continuously through my mind, the smell of his cock, the rich male scent, the hot salty taste of it in my mouth were sending waves of excitement through my body, really turning me on and even though he wasn't doing anything to me except playing with my tits I knew that I was close to coming.
"I speeded up my tongue work on his cock, sucking hard on the long shaft, licking at the soft head, biting lightly at the ring of tissue behind the head, tickling his hairy balls with my fingers. He was beginning to grunt rhythmically, deep groans coming all the way from his stomach, and I knew that he was hearing the same sort of groans and grunts from me as I sucked his cock all the way back into my throat.
"I was hot and ready, and the blow job I was giving him had him just as close to an orgasm as I was. I wanted to keep his cock in my mouth forever, but I also wanted him to fuck me in the cunt. I wanted his come in my mouth, on my tits, smeared across my belly, even in my armpits, but most of all I wanted that hot juice in my cunt, I had to have it there, and have it soon, or I was going to start screaming.
"It wasn't easy for me to convince Jake that he should transfer his cock from my mouth to my cunt. He seemed to really dig my tongue action, but I was determined that he was going to put it in the hole it belonged in. I drew my head back, letting go of his tasty cock, even though it was a fight to do so, spread my legs wide, and began pushing on his chest, pushing him down towards the foot of the bed.
"At first I thought that I had given him the wrong idea, that he was going to move on down and eat out my cunt, just as I had been eating his cock, but eventually he got his legs and crotch down between my legs, with the head of that big cock pressed tight against the hungry lips of my cunt.
"Stick it in me," I almost yelled at him, ready to come just from the feel of his cock at the entrance to my pussy. "Don't tease me to death with it - come on and fuck me. Get that wonderful cock of yours inside of me now. Right now! I can't wait any longer for the feel of you inside me!"
"He slipped the head of it through my cunt lips, then stopped for a minute to savor the heat of my body, burning for him with animal passion. His head was spreading my lips apart, stretching them wide, tantalizing me until I began to squirm underneath him, rotating my pelvis around, jerking my hips upward, trying to push myself up and onto that hard cock that was poised right at the threshold of my cunt.
"I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking my ankles together behind his back, and tried to pull him down over me, to pull that cock into my cunt before I died from impatience, but his muscles were stronger than mine and he held himself away from me, continuing to tease me with the head of his cock.
"Jake's thin bony chest pressed against my tits, flattening them out, as he took his weight off his arms and dropped it onto me. His hands went under me, grabbing hard at the cheeks of my ass and lifting me off the bed, then his cock slid home, deep into my cunt with one smooth thrust, so deep that his balls were pressing between the lips of my pussy.
"As he jammed his cock into me his lips locked on mine, our tongues blending wetly, shooting back and forth from mouth to mouth. He sucked hard on my mouth, pulling the breath from my lungs, then he yanked his lips from mine as he began to slowly pump his cock in and out of my cunt, sliding it up and down inside of me, running the full ten inches in and out with each stroke.
"Because I'm a nurse, and therefore have a thoroughly developed knowledge of my body and how it works, and because I love to fuck, I have learned how to use my body, how to control the muscles in my pussy that most women don't even know they have. I used those muscles on his pumping cock, grabbing it, squeezing it, rubbing it, milking it down with each stroke he made.
"I kept my hips in constant motion, moving it around in little circles to put the maximum pressure on his cock, pumping up and down in time with his thrusting, pressing my wet crotch against him with each downstroke to smear my juices all over his hairy crotch, I could smell the hot musky odor of my cunt, and. I knew that the smell was adding to his movements, turning him on even more, making it even better for him and bringing him closer to his climax. Closer to the time he would be pumping that wonderful hot juice into my thirsty cunt.
"That's it, Jake baby. Fuck me. Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I screamed, forgetting all about the many sleeping patients in the other rooms up and down the hallway. At that particular moment I didn't give a damn if every one of them woke up and came down to watch us fuck. All I wanted was more and more of the cock that Jake was pumping in and out of my cunt, more of the hot passion that was ripping through my body and mind, blocking out all thoughts about my job or my duties as a nurse.
"I gritted my teeth, willing my orgasm to hurry, to come quickly. Jake seemed to want to hold off, though, to slow things down, and even though I fought against it with all my strength, he pulled back, sliding his cock out of my cunt, resting for a minute above me while my body screamed for him to keep up his pumping, to get that wonderful cock of his back inside of me, working away, bringing me to the plateau I wanted so badly, I needed so badly, the fucking orgasm I had been waiting for all night.
"Don't torture me, you son-of-a-bitch! Get it back in there you cocksucker! Shove it in! I need it NOW!" A smile crossed his face and he gave me what I wanted, now that he had regained a measure of control, slowed the approach of his own orgasm. He dropped his body down over n. % his cock sliding easily into the sopping wet hole that was my cunt, pushing all the way in again until I felt as though the head of it was all the way up in my stomach, probing for my lungs. If he had come right then I think he would have blown the top of my head off, or it would have come out of my throat, he was in me so deep!
"Again his ass began to rise and fall as he pumped his cock in and out of my cunt, and my body matched his motions, pulling away from him until only the massive head of his cock was between the lips of my cunt, holding them open, then thrusting quickly upward to get the full length of his meat inside of me again.
"His body moved faster and faster, and his hands finally left the cheeks of my ass, where his fingernails had been digging holes in my flesh, beginning to roam over my body, pinching and kneading and feeling, squeezing my tits, tickling the insides of my ears, scratching at my shoulders. He tried to get his head down far enough to suck on one of my tits, but couldn't do it without pulling his cock out of my cunt. That I wouldn't allow him to do. Instead he settled for rubbing them and pinching the nipples between his fingers, without ever missing a stroke with his cock as he played with my willing body.
"I began to feel as though I couldn't breathe. The air was gasping in and out of my lungs, but none of it seemed to be doing any good, to be getting into my system. His cock, sliding in and out of my cunt, seemed to be setting my entire body on fire, and his fingers, pinching and kneading my nipples, felt so good that they began to make my nipples ache, the painful pleasure shooting through my body, down past my stomach, between my legs to mingle with the flood of sensual sensations that were gushing outward through my body as his cock reamed in and out of me.
"Above me Jake's eyes were shut, face flushed, and his chest was heaving with the effort of his breathing, short rasping breaths that seemed to be torn, one by one, from his throat. I could see the muscles in his chest and shoulders tensing, and I knew from the way he was jamming his cock in and out of me, faster arid faster, that he was close to coming, close to shooting that hot load of come that I wanted so badly to feel deep in my quivering cunt.
"A cold shudder seemed to pass through my body, a shudder that suddenly changed to a burning hot set of the shakes, spreading upward from my cunt, through my body, titillating every nerve ending, then shooting out through every pore in my skin like millions of tiny, white-hot needles penetrating my skin from the inside.
"I no longer had any conscious control over my body as it stiffened, went limp, then stiffened again, and suddenly everything inside of me seemed to be pouring out through my cunt in one blazing wave as I came and came and came. At the same time Jake's fingernails dug painfully into my shoulders and I felt his cock expanding inside of me, then gushing a flood of hot cream into my cunt, filling me with his juice until I thought I was going to explode.
"The whole thing was wonderful, and I fell back on the bed, completely exhausted. I started to use my hands to roll Jake off me, thinking that he had had it too, but, to my great surprise, I found out he wasn't finished yet. He pulled his cock out of my cunt, and as he did so I noticed that it hadn't begun to go soft yet. Then he turned around on the bed, moving very quickly, and dropped his head between my legs!
"I had thought that I was through, too, but soon found out differently. Jake began lapping away at the juice, both his and mine, that had run across my thighs, and as he cleaned the skin he moved closer and closer to my cunt, and the closer he got, the hotter I got. The orgasm I had just had was one of the best I had ever experienced, and now it looked like he was going to take me to another one right away, this time with his tongue.
"His tongue finally reached the lips of my pussy, licking away at them, then his lips locked on my flesh and he sucked hard on my cunt, pulling the flesh inside out, draining the juice that was still inside of me into his mouth. I was squirming around again on the bed, my body full of pins and needles, like when your leg has been asleep and the circulation starts again. I was tossing my head back and forth . on the pillow when I noticed that his cock, pressed against the sheets only inches from my face, was still hard.
"I knew what he wanted, so I gave it to him. I reached over with my hand, grabbed his cock, and pulled on it, pulling his body up over mine until we were in the sixty-nine position, with him on top. I directed his cock towards my mouth, and when he felt the head of it touch my lips he didn't wait for me to suck it in. He jammed down with his hips, using his meat to force my mouth open, and shoved his cock all the way into my mouth until I was choking on it. Unable to breathe, I frantically pushed up on his stomach, and he lifted a little, just enough to let his cock slide out to where my lips were around the head. At the same time he dug his tongue deeper into my cunt, flashing it in and out, scraping at the walls of my pussy as he searched for juice. His chin was pressing against my clit, the bristles of his beard teasing and torturing it.
"Again he slammed his cock down deep into my mouth, cutting off my breath, and this time I began to gag, feeling as though I was going to throw up at any second. This time he didn't hold it there, though, but began to pump it in and out, hard, beating at my head with his body.
"The convulsive movements of my throat, as I tried to throw up must have been doing something good to his cock, because after four or five hard, fast strokes his cock began to jump around in my mouth with a life of its own, then it was shooting a thick stream of slippery come down my throat. Suddenly, I was coming again! My body was on fire, and the fire was pouring out of my cunt, around that lapping tongue of his. It seemed as if every muscle in my body was locked in a cramp, and through the wall of sexual feeling that was roaring through my brain I felt my body flopping around on the bed, bouncing up and down like a fish out of water. God, but it was wonderful!
"This time, when we had both finally stopped coming, Jake was through. His cock lost its stiffness while it was still deep in my mouth, and finally I was able to swallow, to rid my mouth of the wonderful taste of his come and the terrible taste of my sour stomach juices.
"As he rolled off me I looked at my wrist-watch, and was horrified to see that it was past six, past the time when I should have made my morning rounds, dispensed the morning medications. I jumped out of bed, quickly pulling on my uniform, and as I went out the door I glanced back at Jake.
"He was smiling again, just as he had been when I looked in his door hours before. This time his eyes were open, though, and the look in them told me that both of us were going to be doing a lot more smiling in the future, after all the other patients were safely asleep. The only problem was, I wondered, when I was going to get some sleep?"
After examining the case histories of Jake and Miss Simmons, we have no doubt that Jake will probably continue his sexual activities until the day he dies. He seems to have that kind of staying power. Miss Simmons, on the other hand, will soon be looking for another job. Not that she will be fired because of her sexual activities per se but because she has violated one of the most important rules for a nurse. That she must never let her personal life, the problems she has outside the hospital, interfere with her duties in the hospital.
CHAPTER FOUR: That Dirty Old Man
"Momma told me all about dirty old men, about them giving kids candy and all that, but I guess I really didn't pay too much attention to it, and now I'm glad that I didn't. If I had I probably wouldn't have let the D.O.M. - that's what I call him in my mind - do what he did in the bus.
"I never have found out what his name is, since we've never said a word to each other, and, really, I don't care. Just so he keeps on being 'dirty,' I don't care what his name is, or how old he is.
"Every morning I have to ride the bus to school, and like I said, that's where I met him. I don't ride a regular school bus, like most kids. The school bus doesn't come out where we live, so I have to take a regular bus, and since I leave for school just about the same time a lot of people are leaving for work, the bus is usually pretty crowded, at least at the start. There's a big business district the bus goes through, though, about halfway to the school, and a lot of people get off there. Usually, when I get on there are no seats, but after we pass through the business district I get a chance to sit down.
"I remember that I met him on a Monday, right after a weekend that I had sort of some trouble in. I was playing that weekend with a bunch of other kids out in the woods behind the house, and five of the guys that live around there got me alone down by the creek. They tried a sort of group grope, that I didn't go for, and things got sort of rough for a while. I had to scratch one's face pretty bad before I got away, and another one got a foot in the crotch that I don't think made him feel too good. Served him right! I didn't have anything against making out, as a matter of fact, I dig it, but not with a whole bunch of guys, and not out in daylight where anybody might come along and see.
"Anyway, the bus was real crowded when I got on, and all the seats were taken. I hate standing up in the front of the bus, constantly being shoved around as new people get on, so, like I always do, I worked my way back down the aisle until I was about halfway between the front and back doors.
"The road around my place is sort of twisty and turny, and I had a lot of trouble keeping my balance. I had my books under one arm, and was holding onto an overhead strap with my other hand, but still I was leaning back and forth as the bus went around the curves. Everyone else was, too, and that's why I didn't think a thing about it when I felt this hand, I was sure that it was a hand, on my butt.
"On the next curve, the other way, the hand went away, but when the road straightened up it came right back again, and this time it gave my butt a little squeeze. It made me pretty nervous, but there wasn't a whole lot I could do about it without raising a stink, and since I was the only kid on the bus, I figured that nobody would have believed me even if I had yelled.
"We were all so crowded together that I could hardly move, and I couldn't see who it was that was feeling my butt, much less move away from that exploring hand. Besides, it felt sort of good. Then I got to thinking about some guy standing behind me, playing with my ass and thinking about how smart he was and how loose I must be, to let him get away with it, and I know that my ears started turning red.
"I took a chance and let go of the strap for a minute, reaching around behind me to push the hand away. It worked, for a minute, then it was back, and this time the hand wanted more than just my butt to feel.
"The hand gave my cheek one more little squeeze, then started moving up. along my side, the side where my arm was up in the air holding onto the strap. The hand moved real slow across my ribs, then sort of cupped around in front of me and took a hold of one of my breasts. Wow, what a feeling that was! Some guy feeling me up right there in the bus!
"Because the bus was so crowded, and I'm sort of short, nobody could see what was going on, and the longer he rubbed his hand across my breast, the more I liked it. I guess I was sore of squirming around, it felt so good, and that encouraged him to try even more. His fingers went to the buttons of my blouse, unfastening just two of them, the ones right in the middle, and I felt another hand going up under my blouse in back, releasing the catch on my bra. I figure that he must have been holding onto a strap too, though, because the hand at my back left again as soon as my bra was loose.
"The hand that had been rubbing away at my breast in front slipped through the opening in my blouse, under the cloth of my bra and wrapped around my breast. His hand was hot, and it felt so good that I began to feel a wetness forming down between my legs. I remember hoping that nobody would be able to smell me, because I was sure that my body was just getting soaked from sex sweat, just like when I'd let some guy grope me in the back of a car at the drive-in.
"The fingers began playing around with my nipple, arid right away I felt it getting hot and so tender to his touch that I felt like screaming. It was almost like being tickled, but different. It made me feel hot all over, and sort of weak in. my legs. I had to hold onto the strap with all my strength just to keep from falling, although, with all the people packed in the aisle I doubt if I could have fallen far.
"Just about that time the bus went up onto the freeway, where it would stay for about three miles, and since the freeway is nice and straight there was no swaying around. That gave whoever it was behind me a chance to try even more. I felt his other hand, the one that had unsnapped my bra, lifting at my skirt. I was still feeling weak in the knees, and needed the strap to hold onto, but I let go of it for a minute to snatch my skirt back down. As soon as I reached for the strap again the hand was back, though, and it didn't take a whole lot of mental work to figure out that there was no way I was going to stop it without raising a fuss.
"It was only a couple of seconds before he had my dress up high enough that he could get his hand in under the hem. His fingers went right to my legs, between them, and began running up and down the insides of my thighs, with his thumb, pressing against my panties on every upwards stroke. I knew that he could feel the wetness there, and that he knew just how hot I was getting.
"I had never let any boy even touch me there before, and I've got to admit that I was sort of scared of what he was doing. I knew what that kind of thing usually led to, and I was thankful that I was on a bus full of people, where he couldn't do anything except feel. Or at least that's all I thought he would be able to do. It wasn't until a little later that I found out how wrong that idea was.
"One of the ringers pried the cloth of my panties away from the skin next to my leg, then slipped in, the tip of it coming to rest right on the lips of my pussy. I couldn't keep myself from spreading my legs. I was that hot already.
"As soon as I moved my feet apart the finger slid into me, but it only went a little ways before it encountered the membrane of my hymen, and I could almost feel the shock the guy must have felt at being stopped by it. I'm sure he had no idea that I was still a virgin, and feeling that blockage must have forced some radical changes in his plans.
"Even so, he didn't stop his playing with my body for long. His one hand continued to play with my nipple, and the fingers of his other hand continued their caressing of my pussy, back and forth between the lips, in and out slightly, never deep enough to contact the hymen again, but deep enough to really turn me on. I felt like my whole body was on fire, and I quickly got to the point where I no longer cared whether any of the other people in the bus noticed what was going on or not.
"All I wanted was for him to continue his wonderful fingerloving of my body, and continue it he did, soon adding still another bit of action to enflame me even further. He spread the fingers of the hand he had under my skirt, leaving one moving back and forth inside my pussy, and sliding one back to my anus.
"I felt the sharp ridge of his fingernail probing at it, pressing against it, then his finger slid in, and he squeezed the finger in my pussy and the finger in my anus towards each other. When he did that I almost screamed, right there in the bus, not caring whether the other passengers found out what was happening, just so he'd keep on doing it.
"Seconds later both his hands left my body, and at first I couldn't understand why he was stopping. It had felt so good that I didn't want him to stop, at least not right then. The bus began to slow, and I realized that we were nearing the stop in the business district where most of the people got off.
"As the bus emptied I got room enough to turn around in the aisle, and for the first time I got a look at the man who had been doing all those wonderful things to my body, and it was quite a shock. He was at least seventy years old, grey and bent over, even shorter than me. He looked like my grandfather, and I almost laughed when I saw him. I'm glad I didn't, though.
"He didn't give me a chance to say anything. He just looked at me with a big smile on his wrinkled face, took my hand, and led me towards the back of the bus. I was scared, not knowing just what he had in mind, but I was also hotter than I had ever been before, and almost dying for him to start touching me like that again, so I went with him.
"The big back seat at the back of the bus was empty, as were the last four or five rows, and when we sat all the way over to one side of the seat nobody could see us. He had me sit down nest to him on the seat for a minute, while he went back to playing with my breast, but that didn't last long. One of his wrinkled little hands, that looked more like a claw than a hand, pulled down the zipper of his pants, and when he did so his penis popped right out, stiff and hard and long. I had never seen a man's penis in the light before, although I had played with them at the drive-in, and I was surprised to see how big it was. They had never felt that big, and I wondered how they could get something that big into a woman's little hole.
"He let me look at it for a while, then he urged me to stand up. When I did, his hands went under my skirt again and pulled my panties off, then he pulled me over until I had to spread my legs on either side of him. His hands were on my hips and he pressed down on them, urging me to sit down, and for a moment I was frozen with fear. I didn't know for sure just what he was going to do, but I was afraid of it. Then the passion that he had built up in my body took over, and I followed his urging.
"I was standing facing the front of the bus, with my back to him, so I couldn't see the look on his face," or exactly where I was sitting, but I soon found out when my butt came in contact with the head of his penis. It felt like it was on fire, and when his hands spread the cheeks of my butt and the head of it slid between them it felt like someone had stuck a lit match in there. It didn't hurt, though. It felt wonderful, and the juice was building up so fast in my pussy that I thought it must be running down my leg.
"His hands moved my body around until he had me just where he wanted me, with the head of his penis pressed against my anus, then his fingers went back between my legs, spreading the lips of my pussy and beginning to play with it again. That really felt good, and pretty soon I was wiggling around, almost unable to support my weight in this bent-over position with my legs. I couldn't rest them, though, because every time I tried it put too much pressure on my anus.
"One of the fingers that had been playing around- in my pussy moved back to my anus for a minute, and I felt the combined hot and cold of the juice from my pussy being spread around my tightly puckered anus and the head of his penis. I guess it must have been pretty slippery, judging from what happened just seconds later.
"His fingers went back to my pussy, and he really began playing with it this time, flashing them in and out, rubbing a fingertip over the little bump that had become so sensitive. It felt like he was tearing me apart, and at the same time I was sure that I was going to catch fire at any minute, I was so hot.
"Then, with a quick movement that I couldn't have stopped even if I had know it was coming, he kicked forward a little with his feet, kicking my legs out from under me, and I fell, right onto and over his penis!
"As it slid into my anus I thought it was going to tear me in half. There was no easing it. It just slammed deep into my body, all the way in, so far that I could feel the little clumps of hair that were sticking out of his pants rubbing against the skin of my buttocks. It hurt terribly, but at the same time it felt wonderful.
"I tried to get up, and he let me move a little ways upwards, pulling his penis from my ass, then his hands went to my hips and pulled me back down. This happened four or five times, and by that time the sex-heat had taken over and masked out the pain, and I soon got the idea, pumping up and down on my own.
"His fingers went back to my pussy, and it was only seconds before I had an orgasm, the first I had ever had. It was beautiful. It felt like big waves of heat were running through my body, the surf from those waves breaking right down between my legs. My muscles seemed to be full of cramps, and a haze of red light completely blocked my vision.
"About halfway through my climax his hands left their work in my pussy and grabbed my hips, pulling my butt down tight over his penis and holding me there, and then I felt his piece of meat jerking inside of me and a warm gush of fluid spurted into my rectum, adding even more to the fire that was washing through me.
"I guess that my climax must have lasted only a few seconds, although at the time it seemed like hours, and when the last of those wracking shudders passed through my body I opened my eyes, and, very much to both my surprise and regret, I saw that we were only two bus stops away from where I had to get off, in front of the school.
"I jumped up, pulling his now-soft penis from my rectum, and grabbed my panties up from the floor where he had dropped them, stuffing them into my purse to put on later. He was just sort of collapsed there on the seat, a big smile on his face and his eyes tightly closed. As I looked at him, I suddenly felt awfully embarrassed at what I had let him do to me. I could feel the blood rushing to my face, and I grabbed my books from the seat and ran to the front of the bus, getting there just as the driver pulled up at my stop.
"As I stepped off the bus I felt terribly ashamed, but at the same time I felt wonderfully alive and exhilarated. As the bus pulled away from the curb I looked up at the back of it, and there the old man was, looking out the back window at me, a big smile still on his face as he blew me a kiss. I knew that he would be there again tomorrow morning, and I knew that I was going to look for him, just to make sure that, when the bus filled up, I would again be standing in front of him.
"Like I said, Mom told me about dirty old men, and warned me to look out for them. Trouble was, she didn't tell me the truth. She didn't tell me how wonderful they are. You can believe me, though, that I certainly look out for them now. I look for them everywhere, hoping that I'll find another one like my Dirty Old Man on the bus!"
Roger Z., the elderly man on the bus, is what the psychiatrists call a pedophile. The pedophile requires the cooperation of a child partner to achieve sexual gratification.
It is well known that in ancient Greece pedophilia, especially homosexual pedophilia, was well known and quite common and socially acceptable. However, for obvious reasons, precise statistics as to the current incidence of pedophilia are difficult to obtain, especially where very young children are concerned. While police records of parents' complaints that their child has been molested do provide some clue as to the prevalence of this sexual deviation, other factors must be taken into consideration.
For example, the adolescent "victim" in such a complaint may, in fact, have concealed her age, and behaved in a deliberate, seductive manner. On the other hand, the practice of fellatio and masturbation of male infants by their nurses and mothers is not rare, and this also constitutes pedophilia.
Usually the pedophile avoids coital intercourse with an adult love object because of his overwhelming castration anxiety. Instead, he is attracted to a young girl or girl child who does not elicit the same anxiety because she is weak and approachable.
The pedophile's fear of castration also reinforces his narcissism. It is generally agreed that love for children is usually based on such narcissistic tendencies. More specifically, unconsciously, the pedophile is in love with himself as a child, and he treats his child love objects in the same way he would have liked to have been treated as a child.
Like the homosexual, the pedophile identifies with his frustrating mother. However, the homosexual identifies with his mother's love for men. On the other hand, the pedophile is more narcissistic than feminine. Having identified with his mother, he behaves as he had previously wished his mother to behave toward him. Consequently, he chooses as love objects young children who remind him of himself as a child.
Freud described pedophilia as "the perversion of the weak and impotent, clinical evidence showing that most male pedophiles are partially or totally impotent, at least where coitus is concerned."
The pedophile's penetration of a young girl, vaginally or anally, may, of course, cause physical damage. However, the role of the child should not be minimized. Dr. P. Greenacre in his article The Prepuberty Trauma in Girls (Psychoanalytical Quarterly 19: 298, 1950), described the youngster's seductive attitude in provoking sexual trauma to herself, not realizing that, with some men, she will not be able to stop them when the activity actually reaches the point of penetration of the vagina, anus or mouth.
As mentioned above, when the immaturity of the young person is concealed or not readily identifiable, and her seductiveness plays a major role, a diagnosis of pedophilia might be questioned. Rather, one might be tempted to speculate that the behavior of such a child, in acting out her oedipal strivings, was more indicative of the presence of psychopathology than the pedophile's response to her actions or invitations.
Pedophilia is similar to other sexual deviations, particularly zoophilia and sadomasochism, as well as homosexuality and incest. However, zoophilia, which refers to sexual excitation by stroking and fondling animals appears to be more fetishistic and sadistic. Pedophilia is basically masochistic and bears no overt resemblance to fetishism.
The pedophile, although often engaging in elaborate secret hide-and-seek games, usually does not get caught. Exposure of his "naughty" behavior, and punishment by the authoritative adult, gratifies the pedophile's narcissistic identification with the child.
The masochism of the pedophile makes successful psychotherapy difficult. A habitual pedophile's intractability was epitomized by his statement: "It's worth going to prison for!"
Pedophilia must be differentiated from a primary disorder such as organic brain syndrome. A toxic condition or senility also may release pedophilic impulses, and may be treated as such. Although, in interviews with Roger Z., there was no evidence of the mental fogginess that comes with senility.
Once a diagnosis of pedophilic desire has been firmly and clearly established in a case, attention to the masochistic component of the pedophilia is essential in any form of therapy. If the pedophile's basic personality problem is a neurotic distortion, then psychoanalysis would be the treatment of choice. Of course, first the pedophile has to be identified by the concerned authorities. In this case, there is no way of telling how long it might be before Roger's affairs with young girls, his seductions on the bus, will be discovered and treatment begun. It is certain, however, that eventually he will be discovered, if only because it is only through discovery that his masochistic and narcissistic desires can be fulfilled. Desires which are as important to him as the gratification of his sexual urges.
"Ever since I retired, several years ago, I've had a big problem finding something to do with all my spare time. Time drags, especially when you pass seventy, and finding something to do with the time isn't easy. So, a couple of years ago, I got into the habit of taking the bus into town every morning. I would wander around town for a couple of hours each day, just watching the people, then, when I tired of that, walk over to the park where all the other old folks spent their time for a little pinochle with some friends. Late in the afternoon I would take the bus back home, watch TV for the rest of the evening, and another day would be over.
"Then, one day, I met Betty, and my whole world changed. I can't explain what happened, nor do I have any excuse for my actions, but the whole thing gave me a new lease on life. That first day with her was so beautiful that, no matter what happens, I'll treasure the memory of it till the day they slide me into my grave.
"That morning the bus was, as usual, very crowded for the first part of the trip into town. Usually there are still some seats left when I get on, but this day they were all taken, and I had resigned myself to standing up until we passed through the first of the suburban business districts, where most of the people get off each morning. After that I knew I'd have a seat the rest of the way into town.
"I got stuck about halfway back down the aisle, and had to get a good grip on one of the overhead straps to keep from getting knocked over as the bus stopped and started its way up the street. I was watching the new people getting on, playing a mental game with myself trying to guess what each person did for a living. There was no way for me to find out whether I was right or wrong in my guesses, but it was fun anyway, and helped pass the time away. There was one guy dressed in a very conservative gray suit with glasses and an expensive looking black briefcase who I was sure was a banker, a young kid in overalls with dirty hands I had pegged as a mechanic, and a young woman with a harassed expression that I figured was a housewife with a bunch of kids, getting out for a day of shopping by herself.
"Then there was a young kid, a girl, that I figured was about eighteen. I was probably wrong about her age, since they seem to mature a lot earlier these days than they did when I was a kids but the books under her arm said clearly that she was a student, probably still in high school. To this day I don't know why, but for some reason I couldn't take my eyes off her.
"She was a real doll, about five-five with medium length blonde hair, a shape that was pure sex waiting to happen, hips that looked like they were made for laying between, and a dress that was so short that if she had bent over she wouldn't have had a secret left. At my age there was no reason why I should have been paying that much attention to her, or noticing the things I did, but for some reason the sight of her aroused a sexual reaction in my body stronger than any I had felt in twenty years.
"I kept looking at her out of the corner of my eye, to keep from being too obvious about it, as she moved back down the center of the bus towards me. By the time the bus was full she was standing right in front of me, with her back to me. I moved forward one step when someone on my side of the bus got off, and we were standing right together, with both of us facing the left side of the bus.
"The bus came into the area where the road has a lot of bends, and as all of us standees began to sway back and forth my hand accidentally brushed against the fabric of her skirt where it was stretched tight across her butt. I stressed that the first time I touched her it was completely accidental. The second time, though, was quite deliberate.
"Knowing that nobody would be able to see what I was doing in the rush of bodies in the aisle, and hoping that she would do nothing to attract the attention of others, I sent my hand back to her butt, giving the firm flesh a little squeeze. I followed the squeeze with a bit of rubbing up and down, then she let go of her strap for a minute, just long enough to push my hand away.
"For some unknown reason I was feeling really brave, possibly because she hadn't yelled when I had first started feeling her butt, so as soon as she grabbed her strap again I put my hand right back on her butt, giving it a little four-finger pinch, then started to move it up along the warm curves of her body. I could almost count her ribs through the thin fabric of her blouse as I moved my hand along her side, then I slid it around in front of her and cupped one of her tits. It didn't take much of a feel for me to find out that what she had sticking out in front of her was all hers, and not just padding in her bra. For such a little girl she sure had big tits, and I just had to get my hands right on that warm, firm flesh.
"The bus hit a little straight section, which allowed me to release my hold on the overhead strap. As soon as I had both hands free I used the hand that was in front of her to open a couple of the buttons on her blouse, and my other hand I sent up under the back of her blouse. With one quick twist of my fingers, a motion I've had a lot of practice on over the years. I opened the catch on her bra, then I had to pull my hand from under her blouse and grab the strap again in a hurry as the bus leaned into another turn.
"With her blouse open and her bra free I was able to slide my hand in and get a good hold on that tit of hers. God, but it felt good! Her skin was hot to my touch, and in seconds her nipples had hardened into sharp little points, pressing against the palm of my hand. I was sweating and shaking, both from sexual excitement and from fear of getting caught.
"A few minutes later the motion of the bus changed as it climbed onto the freeway, and with the swaying stopped I was able to release my hold on the overhead strap and use both hands on her sweet young body. I grabbed some of the fabric of her skirt and began to lift it, but she reached around and pushed my hand away. Then she reached for her strap again, and as soon as she did I went back to trying to get her skirt up.
"It didn't take long to get it to the place where I could get my hand under it, and then I was home free. I slid my fingers between her legs, feeling the soft skin, like the finest of silk, and as I slid my hand upwards I pointed my thumb up, feeling it press against the cloth of her panties. They were already pretty wet, and as I rubbed the end of my thumb back and forth, feeling that little slit between her cunt lips, they got even wetter. I slid my hand around to one side to allow a couple of my fingers to get under the edge of her panties, pulling them down a little ways, and when she spread her legs apart for me, as I knew she would, I slid one finger between her lips and into her dripping wet cunt.
"That's where I got my big surprise of the day. She was still a virgin! That set me back a bit, let me tell you. I hadn't really been planning any of this as I went along - just sort of winging it - but when my finger hit her hymen, I was stopped cold. Trouble was, by then I was hotter than hell, and I had to have something. If I had stopped to think about it I'd have realized that there was no way I could have screwed her on the bus, even if she hadn't been a virgin, so what the hell difference did it make? Well, they say that where there's a will, there's a way, and you'd better believe there was a will.
"I was looking around, trying to figure out what the hell to do, and I noticed that the bus was off the freeway and coming into town. A lot of people always got off there, and so I got my hands out from under her clothes in a big hurry. The driver stopped, and when the crowd cleared out a little the girl turned around to me, seeing me for the first time. I didn't know whether she was going to be mad at what I had been doing, or cooperative. To my surprise, the only reaction she showed was shock. Then, when I thought about it, I realized that she probably wasn't expecting to see a man old enough to be her grandfather.
"She was standing there, like she didn't know what to do next, so I gave her a big smile of encouragement, took her hand, and led her towards the back of the bus. The bus was almost empty now, and I knew that nobody would be able to see us if we sat all the way over on the side of the wide back seat.
"I sat down and scooted across the seat until I was sitting right next to the window, and I pulled her along with me, sitting her down on the seat next to me. I got myself another handful of tittie to play with, then used my other hand to pull down my zipper. My cock was harder than it had been in years and, being pinned up inside my pants, was hurting something awful.
"As soon as I had it out I got her to stand up, pulled off her panties, and directed her over me until she was spread right over my cock. I waited for her to do something, forgetting for a minute that she was still a cherry and probably didn't know what to do. Then I grabbed her hips and began to pull her down on top of me. I had her facing away from me, so I could see her ripe little ass real clear, and with her legs spread apart that little rosebud of an asshole of hers was right there in front of me.
"She fought me for a minute to keep from sitting down on my cock, but that didn't last for long. She sat down until the head of my dong was pressed between her legs, about halfway between her cherry cunt and her asshole, then I slid the cheeks of her ass even further apart with my hands and let my cock slip back between her cheeks. I had to grab a hold of the shaft to keep it from going too far, then I had it pointed right at her asshole. As soon as I had it where I wanted it I reached around in front of her and began to play with her twat again. I could tell from the way she was getting wet that she was really getting hot, so hot that she was having trouble standing still. I got some of her juice on my finger, then brought it back to the head of my cock and her asshole, smearing it around to give me a little lubrication back there. I figured that her asshole was probably going to be tight as hell, and I was right.
"I stuck a finger back up her cunt and began to play with her clit with my other hand, then I kicked her feet out from under her and she fell right down onto my cock. She fell a lot harder than I had thought she would, and she damn near ripped the skin right off my cock when it poked through that tight little asshole of hers. It was unreal how tight she was, but once the head of my cock was inside her there was nothing to stop it. She must have taken a shit before getting on the bus that morning, because my cock just slammed all the way into her.
"I don't know how bad that hurt her, since she didn't make a sound, but she sure tried to get up in a hurry. I let her rise until my cock was damn near all the way out of her ass, then I pulled her back down again. I didn't have to do that many times before she got the idea and started pumping all by herself. I got my fingers back to work in her cunt, and I'll be damned if she didn't come just a couple of seconds later. Let me tell you, that little girl was hot.
"A couple of seconds later I had my own come, and it was a good one. It should have been. It was the first one I had had in almost three years. I was hoping that I'd be able to get another one, but my cock went soft on me right away, and then, a couple minutes later, she jumped up, grabbed her panties and books, and ran for the front of the bus. For a second I thought she had panicked and was going to tell the driver what had happened, but then I saw that we had reached the bus stop by the school. She got off, and when the bus pulled away from the curb I turned and looked out the back window. She was standing there, looking up at me with a big smile on her face, so I waved and blew her a kiss. She waved back, and I knew that I was going to be on the bus that afternoon, when school let out.
"As soon as I got to town I found myself a phone booth and called the school to find out what time classes let out. Then I called the bus company to check on the schedule, to find out what time the bus that went by the school at that time left town. Then I just waited around, going damn near crazy with impatience waiting for the time to pass.
"I caught the bus, and when it stopped in front of the school, sure enough, she was the first kid on. She looked around right away, looking for me, and when she spotted me, sitting way in the back, she gave me a big smile. She came back and sat down next to me, but we; weren't able to do a damn thing. The bus wasn't crowded, but there were too damn many people on it for us to take a chance on getting spotted. She did reach over, though, and give my cock one good squeeze, a squeeze that got it hard again right away. To be honest, that sort of surprised me. I didn't really know if I was going to be able to get it up again for her.
"There's a big patch of woods out by the end of the line, and we stayed on the bus all the way out there. When I saw the woods ahead I rang the bell for a stop, then got up, taking her by the hand, and led her off through the center door of the bus. We got some funny looks from the driver and a couple of the people who were still on the bus that far out, but nobody said anything, and we didn't pay any attention to them.
"I led her through the woods until we were far enough from the road that there was no chance of anyone seeing or hearing us, then I looked around and found a little grassy clearing. I began to strip off my clothes, and she followed suit. In minutes we were both down to nothing, so I walked over to where she was standing and gave her a little kiss, just barely touching our lips together, then took her hand and pulled her down onto the grass. I didn't know right then whether or not I was going to try to bust her cherry, but I figured that I'd better take it slow and easy no matter what was going to happen. I wanted her good and hot again before I tried anything.
"I bent my head down and gave her ripe young lips a little kiss, and my hands reached out for her titties, feeling their warm firmness, the hardening tips of her little nipples pressing tight against my palms as I rubbed them a little.
"She just laid there on the grass, not moving much, while I moved my lips across her body, tasting the tender flesh of her neck, then moving down to her full titties. Each of her nipples got a little kiss, then I sucked one of them into my mouth and gave it a good rubbing with my tongue. With my face down on her chest and my lips on her nipple I could hear the beating of her heart, moving awfully fast, as she got hotter and hotter. I didn't want to give up that tittie I had in my mouth, but I could feel my balls getting sore and my cock getting full and I knew that I was going to come all over the ground if I didn't start moving things along a little faster.
"I let go of her nipple and moved my head on down her body, spreading her young legs apart and then kneeling between them. When I looked up to see how she was reacting to my moves I saw that she had her eyes closed and her head was twisting back and forth on the grass. She was getting almost as hot as I was, and I knew that there wasn't a thing she had that I couldn't get, including that cherry of hers.
"I dropped my head down between her legs and gave her a couple more of those little kisses that I had been giving her titties, one on the inside of each thigh, then I sent my tongue right into her cunt, spearing it in until the tip of it was stopped by that damn hymen of hers. Her pussy tasted better than a T-bone steak, and I started sucking hard on it to get as much of that juice of hers into my mouth as I could. Sure did beat the hell out of Geritol! My cock was so hard and aching so bad that I thought it was going to explode at any minute.
"It wasn't long before her hips were beginning to jerk up and down in time with my tongue, and on one of the upward jerks I slid my hands under her ass, one finger going straight into her asshole. She was really tight back there, and I had a lot of trouble getting my finger in. I couldn't understand how I had managed to get my cock in that morning, she was so tight, but finally I forced my finger through and began pumping it in time with the thrusts of my tongue in her pussy.
"That really seemed to set her off, and in just a couple of seconds I felt her hands grabbing at the back of my head, pushing down, urging my tongue to move faster and faster into her freely lubricating pussy. She was so wet that I could feel the mixture of her love juice and my saliva dripping down my chin, and a little stream of it ran down the crack of her ass, splitting to flow around my finger and lubricating it even more, making it easier to slide it in and out of her.
"I knew, both from her actions and from what was happening inside my own hot body, that it was time to move on to other things. If I didn't we were both going to come, and I didn't want it to happen that way, with my tongue in her cunt and my finger in her ass. I wanted it to happen with my finger in her cunt and my cock back in that wonderful, tight asshole of hers. Especially since I figured that one come was all I had left in me for that day, and I didn't want to waste it.
"I slipped my finger out of her ass and my tongue from her pussy and quickly moved around until I was laying on top of her with my legs between hers. I could see from the look in her eyes that she was sort of scared, and even though I was so hot that I wanted to get my cock into her ass right then I figured that I had better take it easy. It took a lot c=f willpower, but somehow I managed it.
"I let the head of my cock rub back and forth along the lips of her cunt for a minute, pressing it against her clitoris for a little bit, then, as I felt it settling into the gap of her pussy I began to press, shoving it slowly into her, going slow deliberately so as not to hurt her.
"I let it slide in about halfway, right up to her hymen, then I rested for a minute to let her get used to the feel of it inside her cunt. She had her eyes closed again, and was panting and gasping and occasionally crying out with little moans, and I knew that I was hurting her with my cock. I knew what I had to do, though, so I did it. With one hard lunge I shoved my cock all the way into her cunt, breaking through her hymen, and she jackknifed under me and gave out with a scream of pain that I was afraid they'd be able to hear all the way out to the road. Her fingers clawed at my back, and then I pulled my cock all the way out of her, drawing back to let her relax for a minute. I had wanted to stick my cock back into her asshole, but that tight, cherry pussy felt so good that I forgot all about my first plan.
"I lifted her legs up and pulled them around until she got the idea and wrapped them around my waist, then I dropped my body back down over hers. The head of my cock made contact with her sweet young cunt again, and her hips jerked upwards, this time begging for the feel of it in her cunt, stretching her apart. I pressed slowly downwards, feeling the lips of her pussy spreading apart, then, when I felt the little drop as the head of it slipped inside her again I gave it a hard shove, a lunge with the entire weight of my body behind it, and it was in all the way, right up to the base.
"When I hit bottom, with the head of my cock all the way up at the entrance to her uterus, we both screamed a little, her from the feel of that big cock of mine in her virgin pussy, and me from the tight squeeze she gave me with her cunt muscles. The wait, the going slow, had been worth it. This was what I had been waiting for all day, and it was worth the wait.
"I began pumping away at her cunt, slowly at first, then faster and faster, pulling my cock almost all the way out of her cunt with each upstroke, then pounding down to shove it all the way in again. With each stroke into that tight pussy the fires got hotter and hotter inside of me, and I knew that it was going to be only seconds before I came. I was hoping that she was hot enough to come with me, since I knew that I wouldn't be able to keep it hard once I had shot my load into her.
"I felt her body beginning to jerk up and down under mine in uncontrolled movements, and the clutching of her pussy walls around the shaft of my cock, and I knew that she was going to make it. I had to hold on tight for a few seconds longer to keep from shooting before she was ready, but when I felt the juice beginning to flood around my cock and all her muscles tightened up, her legs locking around my waist, I knew it was time, and I let myself go. It had to be one of the best orgasms I've ever had. My body shook and shuddered, and it felt as though every muscle in my body was cramping. I couldn't breathe, and a fiery red haze dropped over my eyes, completely blocking my vision. For a moment I almost lost it and I began to think I was having a heart attack, but my orgasm just kept right on working, and pretty soon I forgot about my heart.
"Through that red haze I could hear her screaming out her pleasure, and her sharp fingernails raked across my back, leaving burning welts behind. Her body lunged up against mine, jamming her pussy against the base of my cock as her body thrashed around on the grass. She was getting her orgasm, and getting it good. The walls of her pussy were clutching arid pulling at my cock, milking every last drop of come out of it.
"Finally, as all things must, it ended, with both of us completely drained, I began to draw back away from her, slowly sliding my cock out of her still clutching cunt, and when it finally popped free with a wet sound she moaned, then her legs collapsed on the grass. I saw a little pool of blood on the grass under her, then she blocked my view of it as she reached down and began to stroke my cock with her hand, a move that I don't even think she was aware of making. My cock was getting soft fast, and then her whole body suddenly relaxed as she realized that it was all over, for today at least.
"For long minutes we both just laid there, completely drained by our experience. Eventually, I managed to get up enough strength to get up and reach for my clothes. She stopped me, though. I knew it was all over, but I guess she wasn't quite ready to stop yet.
"Somehow, with her lips and her fingers, she convinced my cock that it wasn't over yet either. I was so surprised when I felt it getting hard again that I couldn't move, but she did the moving for me. She pulled me down next to her on the grass again, rolled over onto her stomach without letting go of my cock, then pulled me up on top of her and guided my stiff cock right straight to her asshole. I guess what I had shown her on the bus that morning must have made quite an impression. She wanted it in the ass again.
"My cock went straight to her anus, and once the head of it was in the right place I gave it a hard shove, a lunge, and it drove deep through her anus and into her rectum with one swift plunge, just as it had that morning. The pain of my cock tearing through her unrelaxed anus must have been almost more than she could bear, judging from the scream she let out, but it must also have felt awfully good to her. She lifted her body up off the grass, helping me get my cock all the way into her. It was jammed all the way in, the head of it all the way up to the entrance to her lower intestine, and without me even having to pump she began to have another orgasm, a tearing climactic release that had her jumping up and down on the grass in complete ecstasy.
"I didn't think that there was anything left inside of me but I began to pump my cock in and out anyway, and in seconds I was halving another orgasm, a small one, but nonetheless an orgasm. It seemed as though I was going to just keep on coming that day, and it must have been because she made me feel much younger. Like, sixty years younger. Then my little orgasm turned into a big one, and the whole world seemed to fly apart in flaming fragments.
"The orgasm tore through me, filling me with a combination of heat and cold that was fantastic, and all the while this was going on I could hear the little screams, the grunts and groans and moans, that were escaping from her lips in perfect time with my pumping cock in her asshole. She was getting hers, just as I was getting mine.
"This time, when it was over, it was really over. I could hardly move, and she had to help me to get up and dress. I couldn't manage it by myself. She led me out of the woods, back to the bus stop", then headed for her home. Before she left, though, she made a date to meet me the next afternoon, on the bus. Just before I fell asleep on the bench I remember thinking that I should go to town the next morning, to the bus depot, and buy a good supply of bus tokens. They were cheaper than paying cash fare if you rode a lot, and I had the feeling that I was going to be taking a lot of rides on the bus."
Roger's continuing affair with Betty, the anal activities into which he has initiated her, will undoubtedly leave scars on her psyche which will affect her entire future life. Just how serious this will be may be determined by the way their activities are discovered, and the resulting degree of exposure to censure. If the whole affair can be hushed up, there might not be much psychological damage to Betty. If, on the other hand, her affair becomes common knowledge, it is doubtful if Betty will ever be able to make a satisfactory adaptation to adult sexuality.
CHAPTER FIVE: One Big Old Happy Family
"Eric and I have known Marge and Bill for almost fifty years, since just after we were married. When we first moved to Detroit, when Eric got out of the service and got the job in the car plant, Marge and Bill were our next door neighbors, the same age as us, and married just about as long. We've moved several times since then, like when Eric was promoted into management and we were able to afford a bigger house, and then into the apartment when the kids finally moved away,, but through all those moves we've stayed close to Marge and Bill.
"Since those early days, right after the war, the four of us have done a lot together, gone a lot of places together, the whole works. It was like we were all members of the same family.
"Then, two weeks ago, Eric came up with a suggestion that made us even more like one big family, and, after the first shock had worn off, one that I was able to accept and enjoy fully.
"Eric has always been a very strongly sexed man. When we were first married he used to take me at least once a day, or night, and on weekends it was often five or six times, or even more. There were even weekends when we would spend the whole day in bed making love, getting up only to go to the bathroom or have a quick snack.
"When I went through my change of life my desire for sex started to drop, but with Eric it stayed as strong as ever. I did my best to please him, to keep him satisfied, despite the fact that I often didn't enjoy it anymore, and, on the whole, I think I succeeded. Oh, I still enjoy sex. I enjoy it very much. It's just that I don't enjoy it as often as I used to.
"Anyway, two weeks ago we were over at Marge and Bill's for dinner, like we were every other weekend. On the alternate weekends they came over to our place for dinner. After the steaks we had a couple of drinks, then watched TV for a while. Later we had more drinks, and by the time we were ready to leave we were all slightly tipsy. That's when Eric came up with his suggestion, an idea that shocked all of us at first, but one that was also more than just slightly interesting.
"I knew that Mary had not been getting much sex out of Bill for the past few years, since he had slowed down a lot after his heart attack. We had talked about it several times, and more than once I had thought about how strange it was the way things sometimes worked out. Mary still wanted lots of sex, but Bill couldn't give it to her. I was past the point where a lot of sex interested me, but Eric still wanted it all the time. I guess that's why none of us were too upset when Eric made his suggestion. That we try wife swapping.
"He was quite persuasive about it. He talked all about how it had become almost a national fad, something that 'everyone' was doing these days. Then he talked about how we had been friends for all these years, and how the animal passions of our youth were behind us and we were old enough and mature enough now to appreciate a little variety. All in all, he was pretty convincing, and before long we all had agreed to give it a try.
"Eric had a book about swapping out in the car, and he brought it in. We all sat there and listened while he read parts of it to us, then he came to the method of swapping that he said sounded best to him. It was where two couples got together, changed partners, then one pair made love while the other pair watched. Then the two couples switched places, and when it was over they all discussed it and made comments, both as participants and as spectators. In this way, he told us, not only would we have the enjoyment of something new in sex, but we would all be able to learn something as well, and perhaps all be able to improve our sexual techniques through the critique and suggestions of others.
"We cut a deck of cards to see who would go first, Bill and I, or Eric and Mary. Eric and Mary won, so Bill and I settled down on chairs to watch as Eric and Mary stripped and laid down on the thick fur rug in front of the fireplace.
"I knew that Mary was reluctant to say anything about her forced abstinence in front of Bill, to avoid embarrassing him, but we could soon see that it had been really getting to her, and that she really needed a man. She got hot and ready almost at once, and we could see that Eric's busy hands were making her quiver all over. She reached up to touch his stiff cock, tracing the blue lines of the veins with the tip of her finger, then she closed her eyes and just began to tremble all over.
"Now," she said to him, her voice hoarse with her need. "Please, Eric, give it to me now!"
"She released her grip on Eric's cock and lay down flat on the nig, spreading her legs wide in invitation. The pink lips of her cunt were visible through the patch of gray hair between her legs, gleaming wetly. Eric settled down, next to her, stretching out full length, but he ignored the inviting openness of her waiting cunt. I knew Eric, and knew that he liked to play around a little before he stuck it in. One thing that he just loved to play with was a pair of tits, and Mary's were still full and firm, just the way he liked them.
"He felt them for a while, roiling the nipples around between his fingers, then kissed them. Then he got to his knees and straddled her stomach, the head of his cock rubbing against her hardened nipples. We could see just how this was torturing her, and we were surprised that she had enough control left for her next move.
"She lifted her head off the rag, bending it forward, trying to get her lips around the head of his cock. He sat there, just smiling at her, then he cooperated by sliding a couple of inches forward. Her lips opened slightly, and he slid his cock right into her mouth.
"While Mary sucked on Eric's cock, running her tongue around the head, then taking it deep into her mouth, Eric reached underneath his buttocks and once again began to play with her breasts, pinching and twisting the nipples until they were as hard and tight as a couple of raisins. We could see that both of them were breathing awfully hard, and I was pretty sure that Eric was just about ready to come. After all, I had been in that position under him enough times that I had his moves down pretty pat. Mary must have realized that he was close, too.
"I don't want to have you come in my mouth," she groaned, at the same time releasing her lips from around his shaft, only to plant a big kiss right on the head of it. "It tastes so good, and I want all of it, but I want you to shoot off in my cunt this first time."
"Don't be greedy, honey," Eric replied. "We've got plenty of time, and I've got plenty of stored-up come. If you want it in your mouth, take it in your mouth. I really love having it there."
"Okay," she answered ... "Kiss my cunt, and I'll suck you like you've never been sucked before. That's a promise."
"For a moment Eric hesitated, and I understood why. He had never been much of a man for muff diving, even though he loved to have his cock sucked. I knew, though, that he would do it if that's what the woman wanted, and, sure enough, he turned around on top of her, settling his crotch right over her face so that she could take his cock into her mouth again, then bent forward until his head was between Mary's legs.
"As Eric slid his tongue between the spread lips of Mary's cunt she groaned, spreading her legs even wider, and one hand came down to the top of Eric's head, pressing him tighter into her crotch.
"As Eric began lapping away, flicking her clitoris into red stiffness with the tip of his tongue, the musky smell of their tightly pressed together bodies began to fill the room like a hot fog, and I could feel the heat of sexual excitement beginning to build in my own body.
"Mary knew that, once again, Eric was getting close to a climax, so she eased her attentions on his cock, her tongue now tracing the large vein underneath, back to the hanging hairy sac of his balls. We could see the wrinkled skin crawling at the touch of her tongue, and, completely by reflex, Eric's hips began to jerk and his cock pumped away at Mary's hair.
"With his fingers Eric spread Mary's pussy wide and, until our view was blocked by his probing tongue, we could see deep into that wet pink cavern. Then Eric shoved his tongue in deep, burying even his nose in her cunt as his hands went underneath her, grabbing her by the ass and lifting her up towards his face. Mary reacted by lifting her legs high in the air, pressing the insides of her thighs against the sides of Eric's head, and speeding her sucking on his balls.
"She began grunting and moaning, and then her mouth again went to Eric's cock, sucking it deep into her throat. Eric must have realized that Mary was even closer to coming than he was, and that it was time for him to either shoot his load into her mouth or turn around and come into her cunt.
"We could see that he was having a tough time pulling his cock out of Mary's greedily sucking mouth. He wanted to leave it there, and she didn't want to let go of it. He finally got it loose, and as he rolled off her, turned around, and prepared to climb back on, Mary raised her knees, spreading them wide in anticipation. Eric reached down and grabbed her by the ass, lifting her, letting his cock slide the length of her slit without actually sticking it in.
"Stick it in." she demanded, "Don't tease me to death. Fuck me. Fuck me!" Her last words were almost a scream, and Eric obliged her.
"He let the head of his cock slide between the lips, dropping down over her slightly, then stopped there for a minute. I knew that he liked to do that, just to feel his cockhead buried in the heat of a cunt. As he held it there Mary began to squirm under him, swinging and lifting her ass in an effort to get his cock all the way into her cunt, but he held back until, finally, she locked her legs around his waist and pulled him down, the muscles in her legs bunching, until his cock was buried deep in her cunt.
"Eric pulled up hard on her ass to make sure that he had every inch inside of her, then dropped flat on her body, not supporting any of his weight with his arms. We could see her breasts flattening under the load of his weight, the nipples hardening again as they were teased by the gray hair on his chest. We saw their tongues reach out wetly, then their mouths were pressed together in a deep kiss.
"Mary had her hips in motion, a constant swinging and twisting around the center that was Eric's cock as he began to pump it in and out.
"That's it, baby! Fuck, fuck, fuck ... FUCK ME!" she screamed, tearing her mouth away from his and whipping her long, blonde-gray hair from side to side on the rug. She was begging for a faster and faster pumping from Eric's cock, and soon he began giving it to her. He jammed up and down over her, thrusting deep, then withdrawing almost all the way. Up and down, up and down, and then, at the top of one stroke, he simply and suddenly stopped. How well I knew that trick of his. Right when both were ready to come he stopped and just teased her, the head of his cock barely inside her cunt.
"Don't torture me, you sonofabitch!" she yelled. She fought to pull him down, into her again, and after a few seconds he responded, burying his cock in her cunt with one hard, straight plunge. Mary let out a little scream, her legs went straight up in the air, and we could see a sudden flush begin to travel the length of her body. Her face was almost bright red, and her breath was coming in short, harsh gasps. Then, her whole body seemed to almost fly up off the rug, she came.
"Eric must have been holding back, waiting for her, because when she started to come he drew back, sliding his cock almost out of her, then slammed forward again, his muscles bunching as he pumped his load into her.
"We sat there and watched as his hips did their little jerking dance, then both of them simply collapsed onto the rug, soaked with sweat, completely out of breath, completely drained. They were through, and as I turned to look at Bill, sitting next to me on the couch, I realized that now it was our turn. Bill gave me a big smile, stood up, and began to take off his clothes. For a moment I was scared, then I stood up and began to strip myself. I was ready. More than ready. Right then I wanted Bill to fuck me more than anything else in the world."
Eric S., who arranged and engineered the entire swapping session described in this case history, obviously had reasons other than simple sexual desire, despite of what his wife may think.
We are inclined to believe that, after examining the narrative, Eric has two psychosexual deviations. A combination of exhibitionism and voyeurism, which could only be satisfied by watching two people in the act of sexual intercourse, and having others watch him as he performed with a woman.
Exhibitionism, which is one of the more common sexual deviations, is an action which consists of either the exposure of the genitalia as a means of achieving sexual excitation and gratification, or public performance of a sex act as a means of achieving greatly increased sexual satisfaction and gratification. The latter form of exhibitionism is the one which applies to Eric.
As far as can be determined, genital exhibitionism, as a sexual deviation, does not exist in women. None of the female samples studied by Dr. Kinsey derived erotic satisfaction from the public display of their genitals or of a sex act. On the other hand, display of nongenital parts of the body for the purpose of fore pleasure is more common among females than males.
According to psychoanalytic theory, the underlying psychodynamics of exhibitionism may be summarized as follows. Exhibitionism serves as a reassurance against castration anxiety in several ways. By exhibiting the penis the exhibitionist says to his audience, "Reassure me that I have a penis by reacting to the sight of it." In taking part in a sex act before observers he is saying, "Reassure me that I am still virile by reacting to my performance."
Although exhibiting the penis is aimed at excitation, it does not generally end in orgastic gratification. The exhibitionist gets final relief from his sexual excitement and tension either through intercourse or masturbation, although his fantasies concerning the exhibitionistic experience may lead to a spontaneous orgasm.
At home, the exhibitionist is usually insecure. There is an obvious lack of self-control with regard to aggressive drives, which, in turn, implies a maladjustment in his relationship with early environmental authority figures. Sadistic and masochistic drives are geared for discharge of rebellion. Exhibitionists are repetitious transgressors of moral and social taboos. Consequently, they keep reinforcing a strong sense of guilt and need for punishment.
The voyeurism which, is also a part of Eric's psychological makeup was first described by French authors as a means of achieving sexual excitation and gratification by watching nude women or a man and woman engaged in intercourse.
Dr. Kinsey reported that thirty percent of the men and nineteen percent of the women in his sample preferred coitus with at least some light. However, the percentage for the population as a whole is probably higher where actual voyeurism is concerned. For instance, strong interest and pleasure in examining erotic pictures and films, which are quite acceptable in many social circles today, would actually be considered to be a sexual deviation by many psychiatrists.
Sexual curiosity and libidinal excitement as a result of the sight of the love object are part of the normal sexual development of a child. In early childhood this sexual curiosity focuses on the parents.
The voyeur is fixated on an expression of this early curiosity, which aroused his castration anxiety, such as witnessing the primal scene or the sight of adult genitals while remaining unobserved.
As always, behind the castration anxiety there is a peat deal of aggression. Deviant voyeurism aims at avoidance of the complications of the love relationship - the dependence and the frustrations - and, at the same time, it expresses the voyeur's resentment and hatred of the object. The sexual deviation is also an act of defiance and rebellion against the superego.
In fact, no sight can actually provide the voyeur with the reassurance against the castration anxiety which he is striving for. As a result, either he develops an insatiable urge to see more and more, again and again, or his interest in watching genital activity is displaced into fore pleasure activities and even pregenital activities such as oralism.
In case histories such as this, one finds that, typically, the voyeur suffered severe frustrations and rejection during the pre-oedipal and oedipal stages of his sexual development. As an adult, he feels that his deviation is an attempt to recreate exciting, pleasurable childhood scenes with his mother. Watching forbidden exciting scenes, such as another man having intercourse with his wife, reminds him of past pleasures, such as the watching of his parents in their bedroom or toilet without their knowledge when he was a child and first developing an interest in the mechanics of sex.
Eric's mixture of exhibitionism and voyeurism could only be satisfactorily satisfied through a swapping situation. He could satisfy his voyeuristic desires by spying on his wife when she is in their bathroom, but his exhibitionism requires the cooperation of a third party. Through the swapping arrangement with their friends Eric is able to satisfy both deviant desires, and achieve full sexual satisfaction and emotional gratification.
"Nancy told you how we had to just sit there and watch Eric and Marge, her husband and my wife, going to it on the floor, eating and sucking and fucking and everything else a person can imagine. Eric had said that was a part of it, the watching that is, and for me at least it worked just the way he said it would.
"Sex hasn't really been that big a thing for me the past few years, especially since I retired. I find it very hard to get interested in sex more than once a week or so, but watching the two of them there on the floor really turned me on, and gave me all sort of ideas for things I'd like to try. Things I had never dared suggest to Marge.
"I could see that watching the two of them was having pretty much the same effect on Nancy. She was so hot that she was just sitting there shaking, and I don't mean mad hot. I mean sex hot. For a while I thought she was just going to grab me and rape me without waiting for our turn to come.
"Eric had put on quite an exhibition with my wife, and when our turn came I was determined that we were going to put on as good a show, and I was going to make it as good for Nancy as Eric had made it for Marge or die trying. With my heart condition, dying was entirely possible, too. The doctor had warned me about too much sex. He just hadn't bothered to mention how much was too much.
"When Eric and Marge finally finished putting on their show for us they got up from the rug and walked over to the couch without bothering to put their clothes back on. As I watched Eric light cigarettes for the two of them, I had the feeling that what we had just seen and what we were about to do was just the start of what was going to turn out to be a very long evening.
"When they were seated I stood up and began to pull my clothes off. Nancy held back for a minute, then stood up and took me by the arm, leading me over to the rug with both of us still fully dressed. I could tell that - even as hot as she was from watching the two of them fucking -- she was still afraid of what was about to happen, and somewhat hesitant about getting things started.
"Figuring that the best way to break the ice and get her started was to take the lead, I put my arm around her and pulled her around in front of me, bending my head down to kiss her. Her lips were warm and firm under mine, and as she tried to push me away with her hands I increased the pressure of my body against hers, holding her with one arm around her waist and the other cupping the back of her head.
"She didn't struggle for long. Her arms went around my neck and she began to return my kiss with a building passion to match my own. My hand went under her blouse feeling the firm skin of her back as my hand stroked up and down along her spine. I stopped the stroking to release the catch on her bra, then I turned slightly to make space between our bodies, bringing my hand around and up to cup one of her full breasts, feeling the nipple harden against my palm as we continued to kiss and press our bodies together.
"She brought one of her hands around between us and began to unbutton my shirt. When she got down to the third button she broke our tongue-searching kiss and moved her lips down to my throat, then across my chest as she unfastened the rest of the buttons. Lower and lower her lips went, tracing little paths of wetness across my skin. She marked each rib with a kiss, then drew a line across my stomach with her tongue, pausing for a second to run the tip of it around inside my belly button.
"She was almost kneeling now, and as her hands released my belt, unsnapped my pants and pulled down the zipper she settled to her knees on the floor in front of me. Her hands went under the elastic of my shorts on each side, and as she slowly pulled them down, dragging them over the bulge of my hardened cock, her lips traced a path downwards from my navel.
"Her warm, wet tongue traced an outline around the hair, as my cock burst free and my shorts dropped around my ankles. She dropped lower, kissing the insides of my thighs, then ran her tongue- lightly over my bails. She sucked one of them into her mouth, squeezing it gently, then brought her face up under my cock, her tongue tracing the length of it right out to the head.
"I could feel a fire burning in my cock ... the slightly cold wetness of her tongue was doing nothing to put it out. When she ran the tip of her tongue lightly around the ridge just behind the head of my cock, I dropped my hands to her head, entwining my fingers in her hair.
"She brought her slightly puckered lips back to the head of my cock and kissed it lightly, and when she did I pulled her head forward, forcing my cock between her lips. Her teeth stopped me for a minute, but after a little nibble she opened her mouth wide and I shoved my cock in as far as it would go, all the way to the back of her mouth and part way down her throat.
"She gagged a little for a second, but then began to suck, hard, while drawing her head away. When she was back to the base of the head I again pulled her forward, pushing my cock deep into her mouth, and when I was all the way in she began to hum, sending thrilling vibrations the length of my cock and into my burning body.
"I no longer needed to guide her head. She was sucking away at my cock, moving her head back and forth, my meat sliding in and out between her full lips, the smooth white skin of her face making a strong contrast to the vein-ridged redness of my probing cock.
"The fire built up inside of me to an intensity that I hadn't felt in years and soon my hips were jerking back and forth in time with her sucking. She moved her mouth faster and faster up and down the shaft of my cock, her tongue licking around the head of my organ each time she drew back, and suddenly I just couldn't wait anymore!
"I grabbed her head with both hands and forced my cock all the way into her mouth, back into her throat, just as it exploded, my hips jerking spastically as I pumped my hot load into her mouth. She swallowed and swallowed, drinking every drop of it, and when that hot fluid stopped spurting from the end of my cock she drew back a little, sucking hard on my cock to get every last drop out of it, and then looked up at me, a smile and a question on her face.
"I reached down and took her arm, pulling her to her feet, wanting to kiss those gleaming wet lips, but she held back, coming up slow, retracing her path up my body with her lips. When, at last, she was again standing in front of me, I pulled her close and our mouths locked in a deep kiss. While we kissed, my fingers were busy with her clothes, pulling them off her body. Now it was her turn.
"We dropped down to the floor and I bent my head forward, running my tongue across one of Nancy's still firm breasts. I licked and sucked and bit lightly at her nipple, a nipple which hardened immediately into a small nub, standing tense and dark against the creamy whiteness of her breast.
"Nancy just laid there for a minute, enjoying the attention I was giving her body, then she pressed her hands lightly against my chest, pushing me back down flat, "Let's do it again, lover," she said. "I love the taste of that beautiful cock of yours."
"I wanted something more than another head job, but I decided to cooperate for a little longer. I dropped down flat on the rug and Nancy just sat there for a minute, staring at my still-hard cock. Then she bent her head forward, towards it, taking the weight of her body onto her elbows.
"With her lips still locked together Nancy kissed lightly at the head of my cock, at the same time reaching down with her fingers to tickle lightly my hairy sac. She must have felt me tensing up as she worked on my balls, because she began to press her mouth and lips hard against the flesh of my knob, using the roundness of it to spread her lips apart as they slid over it.
"When the end of my cock was pressed tight against her teeth she opened them just enough to let it pass through, keeping hard pressure around it with her lips, at the same time letting it slide slowly into her mouth until her lips were wrapped tight around the shaft, just behind the ring at the base of the head. After a few seconds she released the tight pressure of her lips around my shaft and gently ran her tongue over the head of it, then down around the ring, just using the tip of her tongue. I felt my balls tighten up where they were resting in the palm of h"r hand, and my hips moved slightly all by themselves, sliding my cock a little farther into her mouth.
"Nancy drew back away from my cock for a second, then once again she slid her lips down over the head of it, brushing at the small slit in the head of it with the tip of her tongue. She let my cock slide right on into her mouth this time, her lips going past the head and around the shaft, further and further down its lengths until she felt the head pressing at the back of her mouth, right at the entrance to her throat. For a brief second I thought she was going to gag as I pressed it up into her mouth, but she overcame the urge.
"She let my cock slide out of her mouth again, pressing hard against it with her lips and putting a lot of suction on it. When her lips were back against the ring around the base of the head she slid it forward again, into her mouth, but not all the way in. She let it slide out again, this time to take a deep breath of air, and then I guess she was going to go back down on it, but I didn't give her a chance. Instead I grabbed her around the waist, pulling her forward until she was laying on top of me. My tips pressed up against hers in a hard kiss, a kiss that she wasn't ready for or expecting, but as I pressed ray lips hard against hers my tongue forced her mouth open, separating her teeth, then plunged into her mouth.
"As she began to respond, moving her tongue around, feeling with it, I began to run my hands over her smooth body. Without breaking the kiss, or interfering any more than necessary with my hands, which were roaming all over her, she moved her body around on top of mine, spreading her legs, and dropping them down on each side of mine. My erect and throbbing cock 'stuck up between her legs, the end of it higher than the curve of her ass as she slid her body up and down on mine, blending our sweat together as our bodies would soon be blended.
"Her spread cunt lips were pressing lightly against the hot shaft of my cock, and the hair between her legs, brushing over the head of it, was almost driving me out of my mind with desire. I knew that I couldn't hold out much longer. That soon I would have to get that throbbing organ of mine inside of her body.
"As the passion began to build up in me, I began to move my hips up and down, the stiff, hot shaft of my cock sliding smoothly up and down between Nancy's legs, the length of it pressing against her dripping cunt lips. Nancy lifted her body slightly, letting the head of my cock slide between her spread lips until I felt the head of it pressing at her vaginal opening. Once my cock was in the right place, Nancy began to move her pelvis around in little circles like a belly dancer, all the time keeping the head of my cock pressed tightly against the entrance to her cunt. Finally I could take no more of her teasing, and I grabbed her hips, pulling her down, impaling her on my stiff cock.
"My cock slid right into her well-lubricated cunt, probing for the entrance to her uterus. The hot feeling of that big piece of meat of mine, spreading the walls of her pussy apart and shooting fire from my body to hers seemed to be more than she could take. She grabbed a hold of my thighs, digging her fingernails into my flesh, and tried to pull me up, even deeper into her cunt.
"We just laid there, with me loving the feel of my cock buried full-length in her hot pussy, then she eased the grip her cunt muscles had on my shaft and rose up above me, sliding her wet tunnel up the length of my cock, until only the head of it was still inside her. At that point I grabbed the cheeks of her ass and pulled her down on top of me again, sliding my cock deep into her cunt with one smooth thrust of my hips.
"We both began to use our bodies for pumping, Nancy humping her ass up and down over me, while I jerked my hips in time with her humping. It was only a matter of seconds before she was ready for her first climax, but she consciously suppressed the sensations that were flooding through her body, wanting to enjoy the crescendos of electric sensuality that were racing along her nerve paths for a little longer before releasing them in an orgasm. I tried to hurry her, to keep her with me, but she held out against my urging.
"Then, suddenly, she couldn't hold out any longer, no matter how hard she tried to hold back, and she began a frantic pumping up and down on my cock, a pumping which I matched stroke for stroke with the jerking of my hips and the frantic clawing of my fingers, locked in the soft flesh of her ass.
"It took only five hard, full-length strokes before Nancy reached her climax, and as the hot, shuddering fire flashed through her body I felt the length of my cock, buried inside her hot pussy, begin to jerk spasmodically, shooting a boiling hot jet into her clutching cunt.
"Neither of us had any kind of control over our bodies right then as we thrashed around on the floor. We jerked and heaved, moaning, groaning and crying out in our pleasure, then - like a pair of punctured balloons - we collapsed ... drained for the moment.
"Marge was watching us with open-mouthed amazement during our performance, and I saw the shock on her face as I rolled Nancy over onto her back, slid my cock out of her cunt with a soft pop as the fluid-sealed vacuum broke, and turned to her with my cock still standing out stiff and straight in front of me, waiting for another target.
"Eric just sat there on the couch, watching us with a film of sweat on his face as Nancy, moaning with pleasure as she brought her legs together and moved out of the way, made room for my wife on the blanket. Marge stretched out next to me, and I spread her still-beautiful legs apart with my hands then knelt between them. My cock was still straight and hard, and when I sort of bent at the waist, bringing the head of it down towards the moist patch of hair between her legs she gave a little moan of anticipation and lifted her hips to meet me. I drew my cock back, though, and instead bent my head to her crotch.
"Marge's cunt lips were gently shaking and twitching in anticipation of the touch of my tongue, and that first touch, the gentle back and forth sliding of my tongue barely within her cunt, began an immediate heating of her body that I could feel radiating out towards me. I kept running my tongue slowly back and forth, back and forth, in no hurry, sliding it in no more than a half an inch, until I knew that Marge was going to scream if I didn't do something more soon.
"With all the smoothness I could manage I slid my teasing tongue deep into her pussy, teasing no more, flipping the tip of it around inside her, tasting and tickling her cunt walls. Then I slid it out again and rubbed it gently back and forth across the supersensitive bud of her clitoris.
"I knew that Marge had never felt a tongue so educated, so loving and tender, so exciting. She had never liked this sort of thing before, so she hadn't known what she was missing. In minutes I had her completely wound up, and her movements told me that she wanted to do something to bring me to the same high pitch of excitement before she came. She wanted me to come inside of her, and she wanted it soon.
"By pushing and pulling on my shoulders and arms, wherever she could reach, she got me to start turning around, and I shifted my position without for a second taking my tongue from her cunt until she got me to spread my legs on either side of her shoulders, my cock pointed straight at her open mouth. She lifted her head up and kissed the head of it, then wrapped her lips around it, sucking hard. I didn't waste a minute in following her lead. I drove my cock down, just as though I was driving it into a cunt, deep into her mouth and on into her throat. That was where she wanted it, and right away she began putting some strong suction on my throbbing cock.
"I began pumping my cock in and out of her throat, and each time I pumped I would drive it a little farther. With each thrust Marge would hum a little, causing that* little piece of hanging flesh at the back of her throat to vibrate against the shaft of my pumping cock, and the more she hummed the harder and faster I drove my tongue in and out of her cunt, bringing both of us quickly to the point of orgasm.
"My stiffened tongue was driving in and out of her wet cunt with almost frantic speed, and every so often I would pull it completely out to dart a little lick at the stiff little shaft of her clitoris, then send it right back deep into her cunt. I wanted her to beg for the feel of my cock in her cunt, and I knew that she was close to that point. The point where she wouldn't be able to hold out any longer.
"To get a better shot at her pussy I slid my hands under her ass, lifting her up off the floor, and when I did I slid my fingers into the crack of her ass, one of them coming to rest right on that tight little pucker of her asshole. I poked away at it, probing for an opening, then slid it deep into her rectum as she consciously relaxed her anal sphincter. I gave her asshole the same treatment with my finger that her cunt was get ting from my tongue. All the time I was making these moves my cock was still driving in and out of her mouth, burying itself so deep with each stroke that I could feel my balls slapping against her throat and, I thought, the head of it pressing against her tonsils.
"A few seconds later I figured that she needed a little more turning on, so I slid my tongue out of her cunt, down along the crack between her legs, and shot it through her spread asshole as my fingers held her cheeks spread wide open. It was only a couple of minutes before I got a new rhythm going, one that I could feel was driving Marge wild. My tongue would shoot deep into her asshole, withdraw, then dart into her cunt for a quick lick. Then I sent it straight back to her asshole, while, during all of this, I kept my cock working in her mouth and a finger busy on her clitoris.
"As good as my tongue worked on her ass, though, I knew that she wanted still more. She wanted the feel of my cock inside her cunt. She was right on the verge of an orgasm, and so was I. As a matter of fact, I was having a hell of a time holding back, waiting for her to beg me" to stick my meat into her waiting cunt. Finally she couldn't hold back any longer, and she pulled her mouth away from my cock.
"Oh, now, now! Get it in me now. For heaven's sake ... FUCK ME!"
"I gave her asshole one last lick, going deep, then one final pinch on her clitoris, then I lifted my head, and used my hands to quickly pull her over onto her stomach. She enjoyed getting screwed by Eric so much, let's see how she likes getting it in the ass from her husband.
"After flopping her over I knelt again between her spread legs. My hands went to her hips, grasping and lifting them and - knowing what was coming - Marge bent at the waist and knees, lifting her ass to me, waiting for my cock. I slid the head of my cock into the crack between her buttocks, and since my hands were busy holding her waist, keeping her ass up in the air, she reached back with one hand to direct me. My cock was well-lubricated with her saliva, her asshole was wet with mine, and she let go with a heavy shudder of pleasure when I slid my hot meat through her anus, plunging with one strong stroke all the way into her rectum.
"I slowly began to slide my cock in and out of her asshole, and with each stroke she would press her ass back against me, back until I could feel the hair around the base of my cock pressing against her butt, Back until I could feel my balls swing forward, hitting against the lips of her cunt, until I was buried all the way inside her sweet ass.
"She began moaning and crying, begging me to give her more and more of my cock, faster and faster. I knew that she was ready to come right then, and with my cock buried all the way inside her ass I stopped pumping and bent forward, pressing my chest against her back, and began to kiss the back of her neck. She turned her head a little to the side, and when she did my teeth found her ear.
"My hands slid down from her waist, supporting her weight on my forearms, and I slid a finger into her hot, wet pussy. With my other hand I searched out the area of her clitoris, pushing lightly against the flesh there until Marge began to moan her excitement. That was more than she could stand right then and she ground her ass back against me, moving it back and forth, up and down,, begging me to get my cock working again before she went insane with anticipation.
"Slowly I began to slide it in and out again, drawing back until only the head of my cock was inside her anal ring, then sliding forward again until I was buried full-length in her ass. It was time. Suddenly my cock was jumping around inside her and as my come flooded into her ass she had her own orgasm, a frantic bouncing up and down on the rug, reaching around behind herself to hook her fingers into my ass, trying to pull me even deeper into her. Then it was over, and she collapsed under me, my cock popping out of her ass as she fell. She laid there, unmoving, as I knelt above her, and I couldn't help but wonder if she had gotten as good a come out of Eric. I didn't think so."
Fortunately for Eric, both the voyeur and the exhibitionist are strongly motivated to seek treatment because of the difficulties which usually develop in their heterosexual activities, such as will no doubt develop when Eric's wife tires of the swapping association that Eric has developed with their old friends. With treatment we are sure that Eric, despite his advanced age will be able to get control of his deviant impulses.
CONCLUSION
The five foregoing case histories of sexual relationships among the aged might well have been called "Sexual Perversions Over Seventy." However, while the layman might consider much of what he has read here to be descriptive of perversions, to a psychoanalytical investigator the title "Sexual Deviations Over Seventy" would be more descriptive, and more accurate.
The word "perversion," in these enlightened days, carries with it a moral connotation that is completely out of keeping with our current standards regarding correct social and cultural behavior, and how it relates to sexual behavior. The fact that a man engages in sexual relations when he is past what is usually thought of as his sexually functional years, often with a man who is many decades his junior, cannot, in itself, be termed psychopathological or harmful, or, technically, even a form of sexual deviation, since no standards exist for the degree of acceptable sexual functioning among the aged.
It must be remembered that, from a psychological and psychopathological standpoint, a sexual deviation is merely a departure from a statistical norm, and therefore a sexual deviation, by itself, does not indicate any psychopathological functioning. While the layman in our culture may consider a sexual relationship between an elderly man and a young woman to be socially and culturally reprehensible, Dr, Irving Bieber, M.D., reporting on sexual deviations in the Comprehensive Textbook of Psychiatry, stated:
... health or pathology of behavior must ultimately be assessed in relation to optimal individual and group development and continuity, not on the basis of conformity to a cultural norm, though as the sciences move forward, concepts of optimal individual and group development change and adapt.
However, although the professional researchers and therapists do not consider a sexual relationship between an older man and a young woman to be sexually psychopathological per se, the causes for the relationship are often found to be rooted in developing mental disorders or Instead of normal physical and emotional attraction between two people, the psychopathological fear of aging and loss of sexual function is often the factor which leads to the initial establishment, or attempted establishment, of the sexual relationship.
Where fear of the loss of sexual functioning plays the dominant role in the establishment of a sexual relationship, that relationship must be considered to be basically psychopathological. This fear of aging and anticipated sexual loss is the primary cause of frigidity in women and potency difficulties in men. These fears may often lead to dramatic behavioral changes, circumventions of accepted modes of behavior, and shifts in long established sexual patterns, often into what the person thinks of as "swinging" behavior for the younger generation, to prove to himself and others that he is still "with it."
In many cases an older man will enter into a sexual relationship with a younger woman in the hope that he will be able to find a sexual experience strong enough to break through the wall of his deteriorating sexual ability. Finding that the simple presence and cooperation of a young sexual partner is not enough to break through this wall, he will often go on to more esoteric forms of sexual behavior.
The central driving force behind this search is not a desire for sexual gratification despite his advanced age - which would be a normal reaction and activity - but the fear that he will not be able to find a form of sexual activity capable of breaking through the wall that physical age is building between him and the younger women he sees around him each day. It is this fear of sexual loss that must be considered to be psychopathological, and which must receive professional treatment. Where this pervasive fear is not present, where the man and woman are engaging in a sexual relationship simply for the pleasure and gratification they will receive from it, then that sexual relationship is not to be condemned as a perversion, no matter what the ages, or age differences, between the participants.
"Dirty Old Men," involved in sexual relationships with younger women, are indeed old, in span of years. They are men, in that they are still functioning sexually. But they are not dirty, except in the eyes of those who are blinded by their own youth, sexual enthusiasm, and the strong sexual drives of youth which seem to demand that the older generation step aside, in sex as in all other things.
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