Wilma Freidman: Sorority Affair

The boy's face was flushed with embarrassment as he said, "Well… sit in a chair. I think I can do it better that way."

Mary sat in a high-backed chair and spread her legs widely, while Harold sank to his knees before her. His tongue began clearing a path to her waiting, steaming vagina, sliding gently and moistly along the inner flesh of her long thighs.

Mary lifted her buttocks from the chair and said, "Place your hands under my ass."

Harold slipped both hands under her legs and caught the unseated bottom of her buttocks where he could manipulate them. Reluctantly he slid his head along the glistening warm thighs until his nose buried itself in the warm thatch of curling hairs at her crotch. He began darting his tongue down and flickered warily at the top of her moist, pulsating slit. Mary lifted her buttocks again and slumped down in the chair trying to trap his tongue in place where the young boy would be forced to continue. But this wasn't what Harold wanted. Since he had to suck her wet orifice, he felt he would tease her to' the point of sheer torment. He quickly retreated his tongue and waited for her to settle down once more. Besides, the boy found that sucking and licking her vagina was beginning to excite him. He could feel his organ growing, stiffening into hardness again. It was a sensation he had never experienced and, while he enjoyed it, he still remained puzzled over the feelings.

Mary couldn't settle down. Her body trembled and squirmed, her breathing coming in harsh pants. Imagination and promise had built up ‘a gasping desire within her body that manifested in weird convulsions controlled by spasms of the muscles in her lovely bottom that flashed her vaginal lips up and down before Harold's probing tongue and eyes. Each time the jerking threw her luscious buttocks up, the lubricant-covered lips of her vagina would twinkle at him wetly and wantonly.

All at once, in a sadden burst of passion, Harold dove his head between her smooth, slender ‘thighs, protruding his wet tongue and hoping to find her-sweet, steaming inner recesses. The mark found him instead. In a violent convolution of her naked hips, the delicate, sensitive lips of her vagina wiped across his tongue, bathing the brim of his mouth in a flux of hot viscous liquid.

"Ooohhh… " Mary wailed.

Harold drank it in and began the process of sucking, attempting to draw all the dripping juice from the hair-fringed cavity. As the liquid flowed into his waiting mouth and over his tongue, he brushed and pampered her quivering, sensitively inflamed clitoris, causing more of her heated sex balm to gush out. Harold slid his eager tongue from the little hardened bud of flesh, down along the delicious lips of her vagina until there was a gradual dropping away of membranes; the sides of her vagina felt like tense muscles, but the automatic resistance gave way under the pressure of his darting, snaking tongue. Inside, the tongue found pliable, soft, smooth folds of flesh which responded to each darting thrust, causing Mary to moan and whimper and jerk her yawning orifice up close ‘against his mouth. Her legs shivered in passion and she crossed them behind the teenager's back, locking him to her. Her mind blazed. My God! It's… it's good! Raymond… never did it… this good!'

Very suddenly the sucking and licking tongue became violent… furious… her buttocks, swelling and clenching, flying up and down so fast they would slap down against the seat of her chair, her open groin wiping at his face. She went so rapidly in her copulating motions that Harold would have lost all contact if her hands had not sped down onto the back of his head and pressed him firmly into place, burying his lips into the gaping passage of her heated opening.

As the sucking action reached supersonic proportions, there arose a series of moans and whimpers in Mary's throat which issued out of her nose and open mouth, Harold now worked his-tongue with a maddened frenzy, forcing his love-teacher to an orgasm that literally smothered him, inundating his face with the floodwaters of her delightful come.

"Ooohhh… Ooohhh!" Mary screamed, thrashing in the chair, her fingers knotting like snakes in the boy's long dark hair. Then her body began to slump as the spasms subsided and exhaustion came over her.

That first night was only the beginning. For almost a year, there were many other nights-at least once a week, depending when Harold could get away from his home-in which Mary and the sixteen-year-old boy wallowed in mindless, blind passion and lust. Mary was becoming more depraved by the day. "I turned that boy into an expert little pussy eater. He literally became addicted to my cunt. Why… I'll bet he's trying to suck and tongue every little twat he meets right now!" she said.

There were many others, other youngsters with whom Mary had sexual relations-and not infrequently with groups of boys in other towns… on weekends. She would pick up a boy and ask him if he had any friends who wanted a good "blow job and fuck." Of course the boy had close friends, all of them only to eager to "gang-bang" an attractive woman in the back seat of her automobile. Mary would suck the boy's organs-one after the other-then each boy would take his turn enjoying sexual intercourse with her.

Gradually the word got around, even in the town where Mary taught school, that she was an "easy lay willing to do anything a boy wanted her to do."

Her intense desire for boys never left her psychosexual system, and when boys weren't available, when she was too busy correcting papers and so forth, she used the dog she still had, for cunnilingus and many times she had performed fellatio on the animal. Mary toyed with the idea of letting the huge animal satisfy her with sexual intercourse; however, she never attempted this perversity, fearful that the German Shepherd would become entrapped with her vagina as she had seen dogs do.

Mary had become so depraved, she committed sexual acts unknown to anyone but her analyst-and only a minority of them are given in this case study because of lack of space and lack of time regarding my interviews with her analyst and Mary herself.

There was Herbert, nick named Pee Wee, the ten-year-old son of the custodial manager of the apartment house in which Mary lived.

A friendly and likable boy, Pee Wee ran errands for the tenants, walked their dogs, and did various odd jobs for them, earning himself a little spending money in the process. He was a sort of mascot around the place and practically all the people in the building remembered his birthday, and of course he received presents from all of them at Christmas.

Mary often gave Pee Wee a dollar to help her clean or rearrange furniture in her apartment. For some time Mary had considered him as a sex partner, and one day she made up her mind; she would do it; she would take his little penis into her mouth and suck it. She realized she would have to be patient and plan very carefully. Knowing the boy as she did, she also realized that at his age he would have an intense secret curiosity about all things sexual-didn't all boys, no matter what their age?-and was probably playing with his penis every day. She began her campaign to entice and arouse the young boy by deliberately leaning over in front of him when he was in her apartment, exposing to his gaze the smooth valley between her breasts; and since she wore no bra, it was not at all difficult to see the pink nipples which topped her creamy white mounds. Or she would leave unbuttoned the lower part of her robe, her forgetfulness allowing her upper thighs to show when she walked.

For a month Mary used this subtle exhibitionism, all the while studying the young boy intently out of the corner of her eyes, feeling with pleasure and anticipation the boy's eyes riveted to her near-nakedness when he felt she could not see him.