"Richie was a babe in arms, a twenty-year-old kid right off the farm, all big-eyed and innocent. I'd been dating his brother Nick since that big party, and Nick, at thirty, was a whole different story By that I mean he was Mr Hollywood, in the way that every other guy I was seeing was. He worked for an agency, and I let him take me home and screw the shit out of me because I was aware of his power. One more ad and I could pretty well retire for a year or so, or indulge myself with one more shot at a real acting job. Nick liked me well enough, I got the job, and we began to see a lot of each other. Nothing heavy, and I kept the sex to a minimum, but all the time we were together I kept waiting for that 'something' to come along who would-which would-magically relieve my growing boredom.
"I met Richie a few days after he arrived in town, innocently expecting his older brother, long unseen, to put him up while he searched for his place in the Big City. Richie was terribly cute, and a hundred years too young for me. Which may have been why he turned me on so much. Or maybe it was, that corn-fed maleness…
"He was wide-eyed over meeting me, awed by my Max-Factor loveliness, and at first I'd only meant to have a little fun with him. He'd hardly ever fucked a girl, lost, as he was, on that Iowa farm, and he'd never even considered using his tongue on one, or anything that naughty. But I 'knew he wanted me-oh, did he ever! So, because I was bored, because he turned me on and I needed a new toy, I began to play with Richie. I turned him on with every little trick I knew, then refused to let that big dick of his anywhere near me. It had to be my way or no way, and the game continued until one night, sobbing with frustration and need, Richie fell to his knees, stuck his handsome face under my skirt, ripped the crotch from my panties, and frantically began to lap my steaming cunt…
"He liked it. I loved it. He moved in with me the very next day, amusing his brother. At first I was amused, too, but that didn't last long. All of a sudden the boredom was gone, and I was completely wrapped up in Richie, in our hot moments together. On our second night together I found myself willingly tonguing and licking his beautiful cock, and an odd hunger gripped me. The magic I'd wanted was there, and I was overwhelmingly in love with Richie, more so, I secretly suspected at the time, than he was with me. All the tables were being reversed-Richie was beginning to be-my master, and I was lost to his boyish needs and moods; Our sex was frantic and beautiful, and I wouldn't let it be marred by the so-called 'normal' sex, a terrible waste, I felt, since children were out, and I wanted to fully experience the heat of his young loins in my mouth and throat, not have it splash uselessly against my sterile womb. I was astonished to find myself sickeningly jealous when I found he's been with other girls, and, shocking even myself, I somehow or other got us before a justice of the peace, as if marriage were the only ultimate way I had of holding this boy…
"Richie, with the help of a few friends and more than a few females who also were attracted by his outdoor charm, grew up quickly. I found myself with a cranky, demanding boy-toy, a twenty-year-old kid who didn't want to work, was simply content to live with and off me, sneaking around when the desire for a straight piece of ass hit him, further humiliating me. I was too young, too good-looking for this scene, yet I put up with it and, masochistically, encouraged it to a degree. Jealous and hurt, I gave in and let him fuck me at first, but Richie, brat that he was, went out of his way to make it miserable for me, knowing I hated every minute of it. When he pushed me a little too far he would, clever child, push me down and work his tongue into my aching, ever needing crotch, at the same time forcing his beautiful prick between my suddenly silenced lips. It was an insane year. But I wasn't bored.
"By the second year Richie was, though, and I began to get a little desperate about holding on to him. It was crazy, but I was too caught up in the game to see just how crazy it was.
"I knew about his other girls-he made sure I knew about them, perhaps as a little private revenge for what my so-called 'love' had done to that innocent farm boy with the good intentions. I don't know. But one day he told me that he had this buddy who loved giving women head, and he thought it would be a 'kick' if I'd go to bed with the buddy and let him watch. A little drunk, reading the boredom in Richie's recent actions, I finally agreed, and that night was the start of a whole new game. Richie did watch, while his buddy-'buddy'; I'm sure he paid Richie well-used a pretty skillful tongue on my cunt. In spite of myself, hating myself, I came…
"The next time the 'buddy,' a different one, brought a girl for my Richie. But I was too drunk and too excited to stop the whole thing. The four of us shared the whole bed, and I found myself vastly excited watching Richie fuck this strange girl. Afterward I ended up with my mouth wrapped tightly around my child-husband's cock, as if to reaffirm my claim… It was a wild year.
"Once the swapping thing got under way there was no going back, especially since a greedy, sick part of me loved the whole thing. And Richie, like some infantile ringleader, kept the merry-go-round spinning faster and faster and faster… Things were a blur, and finally Richie left, helping himself to the very best, the choicest morsels in the house before shipping me off to the funny farm, the 'private sanitarium,' the dump where, for a bundle, they get you off the goddamn merry-go-round…
"The divorce cost nearly as much as the retreat, but my nerves were steel instead of jelly again, and I was simply grateful. I settled down to work during the next year. Again I was pretty lucky and even landed a small but steady part in a soap opera. That and a couple of decent commercials did the trick, and my bankbook began to get healthy again. I moved to the large apartment complex with the poor excuse for a pool, and threw myself into decorating the apartment.
"Everything was fine. Until I happened one day, while tripping along with my newest treasure in tow, a small antique table for the foyer, to see Brad at the pool. He was young, handsome in that same corn-fed way, and even before I knew his name; I knew he was trouble. From the immediate wetness of my unthinking crotch as I looked at Brad I knew I was heading straight for a taste of that trouble. Didn't someone once say something about how she who refuses to learn from history is forced to repeat it? Oh, well…
The element of pathos that underlies the case of Kristi Y- can only be understood in the light of a physiological basis. What at first appears to be a coarseness in the attitude toward life in general and toward traditional values-marriage, family, home-in particular is, in fact, a frustration growing out of what must be, by all indications presented in a relatively subtle manner by Kristi, nothing less than the subject's physiological frigidity. Several times in the course of her narrative she stresses her disinterest in regular intercourse, her strong preference-an obsession, almost-for oral lovemaking, i.e., cunnilingus and, eventually, fellatio, and admits to an inability to attain orgasm through intromissive coitus.
Robert E. Rothenberg, in his Medical Guide to Sex amp; Marriage, writes:
Frigidity is defined as a lack of sexual (orgastic) response in a female… If a female has been born with a well-formed body and a normal glandular and reproductive system, there is no physiological basis for frigidity…
Frigidity is a variable entity…
Frigidity may be absolute or relative. Some women are unable to feel and enjoy sex under any circumstances and with all men. This is absolute frigidity and should be recognized as a neurotic response…