to.
“Then she started sucking my breasts, licking them and tickling the nipples with the tip of her tongue.
“'Ohhh, Eileen,' I moaned. 'Ohhhhhh!' I just couldn't keep from moaning it was so nice. Then she started giving me what I think is called a trip around the world. She started working her tongue over my breasts, which were hard as could be, and then she worked down over me until she was down between my thighs. She licked and licked me down there, tickled me with her tongue, titillated my clitoris and rolled me over and tongued my anus. I just kept moaning and moaning. I was in ecstasy. It was hard to get my breath, I was so excited. Oh, it was wonderful. But I still wanted her to penetrate me. This oral stuff is okay for preliminaries, but for me, anyway, it isn't the real thing. I wanted something up my bottom, but, wild as I was, I couldn't ask her for a thing. I just loved being completely submissive. If it happened it happened.
“She got up from the bed and went to her bureau drawer and I heard her fumbling in the dark. I hoped she was getting a dildoe. She was. When she came back and climbed into bed with me I could feel it. It was strapped onto her just like on the prostitute in London. Oh boy, I was going to get it now, but I just hoped she'd stick it up my rear. I was willing to take it the other way, but I really wanted it in the rear.
“She went on caressing me and sliding my nightie up. Then she rolled on top of me and Started working the dildoe into my vagina. I was trembling all over. It was nice. It hurt, but it was nice. I was glad that-because of an accident when I was a kid-there was no hymen to break. But I was also sort of disappointed, because, to me, doing it vaginally is really nothing. She pushed it up me and started screwing. I pretended that I liked it more than I actually did, but you can't pretend a thing like that. She knew, although she didn't say anything. Anyway, after a while she withdrew it, and then what I'd been hoping all along would happen did.
“Without saying anything at all she rolled me over on my side, and I sort of drew up my legs. I thought she was probably going to go on screwing me the regular way, but instead, and to my delight, I felt the dildoe start working up my rectum. I gasped.
“'Like it?'
“'Oh yes.'
“'Better than the other way?'
“'Yes-s-s-s-s-s!'
“As we were saying that, she was very gently pressing it through my anus and right into my rectum. I could hardly stand it, it felt so good. I must be really queer. I don't seem to feel much of anything in front, but back there it just drives me wild. She worked it in very slowly, very slowly. I closed my eyes and relaxed, which was pretty hard, and just let it push on up in. All the while, she kept massaging my breasts, and running her hands up and down my thighs, and kissing me and everything, making love to me, like she was a man and I was her mistress. No man would ever make love like she did.
“Her dildoe was a little bigger than the one the prostitute had used on me in London, but I just surrendered to it. It hurt at first. It hurt like mad, almost like I was being torn apart. But, you know, I like that sensation. I wouldn't like it to last too long, but it's sort of nice to be hurt a little. But after it was in, I got used to it. It felt very big in me. Then she poked it up higher. It's pretty long, about nine inches, which is as long as a rather hefty penis, I guess. It can go in quite a long way. She kept working it in and working it in until it was all the way up. Then she started screwing me. We both worked together on that. I pressed back and pushed back and she pushed forward, and it slid in and out and in and out. It's hard to push it in and out at first. My rectum was so tight, but the more you do it the easier it gets. The sphincter muscles relax, I think. And after she had been pumping me quite a few times I began to feel this absolutely delicious sensation sweep over me, a real congestion that grew in me. It was much more intense than that time in London or any of the other times when I fooled around.
“'Ohhhhhh, Eileen!' I cried. I just couldn't stop from crying out. She kept saying, 'Honey, honey, honey, honey,' over and over again in this real cooing voice. It really turned me on. Then, when she plunged it up me right up to the hilt, all the way through my rectum, I came. And boy did I come. I trembled and wriggled and wiggled all over, moaned and groaned. It was just about the most terrific experience I'd ever had in my whole life. I've never tried LSD, or any of that stuff, but I'm sure that none of it could send me like Eileen did with that dildoe up my bottom.
“We both came. We were panting and shaking all over. I really fell in love with her right then. She was just about a perfect stranger, but I knew that from now on I was hers and she could do just about anything with me she wanted. I just wanted to stay with her and be near her, and make her happy and everything. I loved her. I loved her like a woman loves a man. But I knew now that I could never love a man that way, and that I was really a homosexual. I was a lesbian and there was no fooling about any of that.
“We were both exhausted after that go. We took turns showering and she got me another nightie. Mine was just soaking from sweat. After we got back in bed, all we did was go off to sleep.
“Next morning, pretty early, I was dreaming that someone was working a dildoe up me, and as I gradually started to waken I found out it was true.
Someone was. I went to sleep lying on my side and Eileen was screwing me, very gently sliding it all the way in. Oh, it was nice. I just let myself go, and it was just wonderful to have this drowsy sleepy feeling and have that happen. It wasn't ecstatic like the night before, but just sweet and comfortable. I just let her go on doing it.
“'You really like getting it back there, don't you, honey?' she said while we were doing the breakfast dishes.
“'Uh-huh.'
“I still felt sort of embarrassed about the whole thing. It's so queer. I mean, I don't really mind doing it. I love it. But talking about it sort of gets me up tight. That's funny, isn't it?
“We kept off sex the rest of the day. Neither of us mentioned it at all. We went to the Metropolitan Art Museum and spent the whole afternoon there, then we had dinner in a swank restaurant, spent some time on Fifth Avenue in places like Saks, and I bought some new clothes. Eileen just absolutely insisted on that. She made me get them, picked them out, in fact, and bought them. I found I just loved having her make decisions and do things for me. It wasn't like a mother doing it, or an older sister; well, maybe it could be something like that. It was really more like being taken care of by a very gentle man. Yet, there's absolutely nothing mannish in the way Eileen looks and the way she acts. I mean, she's really very feminine in appearance. She's beautiful. I think she's much prettier than me with that long dark hair, and her figure is gorgeous, too. Her clothes are very chic. But she likes to take care of people. She gets something out of that. She likes the protective bit, likes running people's lives, some would say, and, above all, she adores doing things to me that give me pleasure.
“I discovered that I really liked being submissive. I hadn't known before that I did. In fact, I'd always thought of myself as being sort of an independent type. But, boy, was I wrong about that part. I love to lean. I really do. Where sex is concerned, I just love to let Eileen do everything; I want her to decide when we do it, and for her to do absolutely everything and for me to be completely passive and submissive. I like to have her undress me, penetrate me, do everything. And she's the opposite. She likes me to be submissive. She likes to do everything; she gets a real bang out of that. So I'm glad she answered that ad because we're just meant for each other. We're perfect. We couldn't be more perfect if we were an ideally matched husband and wife.
“But I have to tell what happened when we came back to her apartment. We had a few drinks and stuff, and then she started going into this other mood, started acting very stern and bossy. She also started scolding me, but in a peculiar sort of way. It was more like she was acting out something, like we were in a play.
“How it started was like this. We were doing the dishes. Eileen washed, and I dried. One of the cups was slippery with soap, fell out of my hands and smashed.
“'You clumsy bitch,' she snarled. 'Now you're going to get it!'
“'I… I'm sorry,' I whimpered.
“'Sorry? Well, I'll give you something to make you sorry!'
“I found myself trembling all over when she said that, but it wasn't from fright, and it wasn't because I thought Eileen was really mad at me. It was different. It was just like it was when she did me with the dildoe.
“Suddenly she produced this birch. I don't know where it came from. We were right there in the kitchen.
“'All right,' she said savagely, 'now you're going to get it. Pull up your dress, take down your panties, and bend over.'
“'Oh no, Eileen, please, please, I won't do it again!' I felt like a little girl again, like I did when Mom paddled me on the bare bottom. I'd forgotten about those times. I was all excited.
“'Go on,' she said, 'pull up your dress.'
