still didn’t like that as much as I liked the hand jobs and the sucking he could give me. But we tried fingering each other as we flicked and that was pretty good too, even if we did have to get in a real awkward position to be able to reach down for each other. I think that’s the main reason why I didn’t like butt-fingering quite as well while we were screwing.
“It was a lot easier for me to finger myself while Paul shoved the cock to me.
I did that a lot. My, it’s really something to reach into your own asshole and feel a man’s dick working back and forth in your own cunt! They’re real close together, you know, and you can feel the man almost as if your finger was right on his cock. Paul really dug that. Lots of times he’d put his cock in just far enough for me to press through the skin from the asshole and rub the head of his dick. He said it was sort of like being flicked, sucked, and jacked off all at the same time! I know one thing-it sure brought the come to boiling out of his nuts and squirting into my cunt! “I was really into doing it to myself at about that time too. It seemed that when I was about eighteen, and from then till I was twenty-three or so, I just couldn’t get enough sex. I’d get up in the morning and my thighs would be all wet with pussy drippings and I’d be so fucking hot I could hardly go to the bathroom. Why, I’d be sitting on the john for my morning pee and I’d want it so bad I wouldn’t even wait till I’d stopped peeing before I’d start rubbing my clit. Lots of times I’d get piss on my fingers, I was that eager to get to working on myself. It never seemed to worry me too much, pissing and finger-diddling at the same time. As soon as I’d get my bladder drained, wham!
In would go a finger or two and I’d stand up, just as if I had a man next to me, and I’d really ball myself. I love to do it standing up. It makes the come so much stronger and it really knocks me out to do it that way.
“It wasn’t too long, you can bet, before I was fingering both holes at the same time. One band in front, digging into my snatch, and the other around behind me gouging my fanny. I was grinding back and forth just like a go-go dancer! Man that was really some fun!
'I also loved watching myself do it. I’d straddle this little bench before my dresser, with a mirror placed on the bench so I could look down and see how it looked. I could see everything just perfect and it really turned me on, watching my fingers work in and out of my pussy. Even better, though, was watching my finger screwing my asshole. I’d stand there for as long as I could, just working the finger all around, in and out, and lots of times I’d fuck first one hole and then the other. I got sort of an extra kick out of taking my finger out of my ass and then running it up my cunt. I don’t know why that jolted me so much more but it always made me tingle all over.
“I was just twenty-one when I noticed one day that I had something wrong with my cunt. Man, it itched and burned something fierce and I could tell that my pussy drippings didn’t have that sweet, musky smell or taste they once had. The guy I was dating at the time, he started complaining about the way I tasted-he was pretty big on pussy eating too-and — I decided that I’d have to do something. Hell, I didn’t know but what I’d picked up a dose of clap or syph or something. I guess I didn’t know anything about anything in those days.
“So I went to see this doctor that some of the girls at the office had talked about. She was a lady doctor, which made it easier to talk about something being wrong with my cunt. As soon as I told her what was wrong she caught on right away. She had me strip and get up on the examining table and she ran a little thing inside my cunt and sent it off to be tested.
“You’d do well to be a little more careful in the future,” she told me after she’d made the test. “One of those holes is for pleasure and the other is for nature. You mustn’t use them both at the same time. Keep their functions separate.”
“What on earth do you mean?” I asked, trying to play dumb.
“I was still a little hung up about my loving to get it in the ass so well and I just couldn’t come right out and tell her that I knew very well that both of those holes were for pleasure. She didn’t say anything to that. She just went over to a little cabinet and got out one of those rubber gloves they wear to poke around inside you. She slipped it on and, while I was still stretched out on that table with my feet propped up in those little steel stirrups they have, she shot that greasy finger right up my asshole! Man, I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt that! I couldn’t have hidden my reaction for anything in the world and she saw right off that I was really digging that finger of hers.
“Maybe she was a little queer, I don’t know. Anyway, she finished what she’d started. Yeah, she finger fucked my asshole till I was having a real nice come.
Man, was that ever something, having a woman do it to me! I didn’t know whether to lay back and enjoy it or leap up from that table and get the hell home-but once she’d gotten a good hold on me and was flicking my ditty with her thumb while she was digging into my rear with her finger, I couldn’t have moved if the building had been on five! She brought me off and I just laid there and came like a baby. After it was all over she pulled her hand out and threw the glove away. She sat down at her place and started telling me about what I had.
“It turned out that there wasn’t anything wrong with liking to get a little action in your ass. She told me that lots of people do this and the only reason we’re so hung up about it is that we’ve always been told not to do it. I felt a lot better about that, believe me. And she told me to be real careful and not to let a guy do it to me in the ass first and then switch over to my cunt.
That’s how I got that itch and burning in my cunt, switching from one to the other without washing first.
“She was real nice, that doctor, and I told her all about the way I’d been doing with guys. She seemed to understand all about it and she didn’t even blink when I told her I’d a lot rather suck a guy off than let him shoot off in my cunt. She had this kind of atmosphere about her that I didn’t mind a bit, telling her all about the things I’d been doing with guys or doing to myself, and, she said that I wasn’t a weirdo at all. I just had different ideas about what was fun and what wasn’t. She gave me a prescription for some stuff to take and told me to check back with her in, a couple of weeks. I did just what she told me and inside of ‘two weeks my cunt was just as sweet and juicy as it had ever been. I was never so grateful for anything in my whole life as I was to get rid of that awful burning, stinking in my cunt! I think she’d have finger fucked me again, that time when I went back to see her. Maybe she was a little on the queer side. I don’t know. But she didn’t do it to me and I think I’m just as glad about that. It was nice when she made me come but I believe that I’d rather do it with guys. After all, there isn’t a girl in the world that can shoot out thick, juicy’, creamy come like a man! “I met up with Paul right after I’d finished the treatment she’d ordered for me. The guy I’d been going with, I blamed him for getting me all screwed up inside, had broke up with me during those treatments. Paul was hip to this sort of thing, the stuff I’d gone to see the doctor about. He’d been married once already and his wife had gotten it too. See, he was another one of those guys that would as soon suck or finger a woman as give her a tuck in the cunt. I guess he’d switched his finger from her asshole to her cunt once too often.
Anyway, he was real careful never to do it to me.
“Sure, I’d like to,” he told me once when we were balling each other, “because it’s really a drag getting up to wash off my finger after I’ve had it up your rump. But what the hell, I sure don’t want to spoil this pussy for eating purposes!”
“So he never got me infected again, which was something I really appreciated.
He was really’ high on my snatch for eating purposes. He always said I had the sweetest, juiciest box he’d ever put a tongue to. He might be right about that.
He took me to a real swinging party one flight, where there were about five girls and seven or eight guys, and I really did my thing. I ate every one of those men, usually right after he’d given another one of the girls a good fucking, and I could taste their cunt on every cock I ate. I didn’t taste a one that had that sweet, ripe, musky taste that I’ve got and Paul, he said the same thing. He ate most of them that night, or at least gave their pussies a good tonguing, so 1 guess he knew what he was talking about.
“I never was much for that wild swinging type of party though. Except for that one party, I never was at a place where other people were going at it and I don’t think I miss it much. When I get turned on, see, all I want to do is get with a man and let it happen. I don’t care much about lying around and watching other girls get it.”
Linda G-, the author of the preceding case history, is a secretary for a small business firm in one of our larger cities. She has never married and shrugs off questions about her marriage plans by admitting that she seems to tire of men too quickly to make permanent plans. As her grammar indicates, she is poorly educated, though her work record shows that she is capable and efficient at performing the limited duties required of her. She took a secretarial course in high school and, upon being graduated, went to work.
The illness which necessitated the visit to the doctor, about which she spoke at some length, was vaginitis. Specifically, she appears to have contracted a vaginal trichomonal infection. “Vaginitis caused by trichomonas,” writes the author of a popular health column found in many underground newspapers, “is characterized by itching
