They then proceeded to have intercourse in several different positions while the husband continued to take pictures and also was beginning to masturbate during the progress of the act. They assumed the female-superior position and the husband got real close to the plunging penis and exclaimed, “You have such a nice big cock and I love to see it go in and out.” The husband was now more actively engaged in masturbation and reached orgasm at the same time as his wife and their companion. Then the husband said: “Hold it right there, and don’t withdraw your cock until I get my camera ready.” He took several pictures of the companion’s penis still embedded in his wife’s vagina, with the semen running down. For a while they all three laid quiet on the bed and relaxed, discussing vacuum cleaner sales. The companion apparently works as a sales rep for the vacuum cleaner firm that the husband and wife operate. Later, the three of them got dressed and left.
And so I have seen my first episode of “threesome sex,” which enables this husband to fulfill his voyeur’s drive. I could completely envision myself playing the husband’s role, and I would definitely like to explore the possibilities of seeing this transpire in my life. I would really like to participate, and it displeases me that, at present, I must remain an observer. Incidentally, this was the largest penis that I have seen so far.
On the following evening, two young women from Vallejo, California, both of them schoolteachers attending a seminar in Denver, arrived at the Manor House Motel and were welcomed by Gerald Foos. After assigning them to Room 5, which had two double beds, he provided them with local maps and sightseeing brochures, and then escorted them to their room in the main building while carrying their luggage. Before closing their door and issuing them two keys, he assured them that he was always available for further assistance, and then after saying goodnight, he headed over to the utility room and the ladder leading up to his viewing platform and writing pad.
They are very appealing young women, one a buxom blonde standing about 5’8” and 120 lbs, and the other a brunette at 5’3” and 110 lbs. After a while they had removed their clothes and the blonde was giving the other a massage, and this slowly led to lovemaking that is so different from what I see when women are with men. With women the physical actions are more mutual. Technically, women do together what male and females do—touch and kiss and caress one another, except there is no penis. I’ve yet to observe lesbians who use a dildo. I think a dildo is a big male porno trip.
The blonde is now deep mouth kissing the other, and she is also touching her very lightly with her tongue and hands all over her body, especially her buttocks and lower abdomen. The blonde is giving her clitoral stimulation with her fingers and is now using her mouth and tongue. This continued for some time with a gentleness of unhurried emotion and either her tongue was gently flicking her clitoris, or her mouth was sucking hard, and then finally her right index fingers moving right above her clitoris in an increasingly rapid up and down movement, made her orgasm. And immediately upon orgasm, the blonde lowered her mouth and lips to the brunette’s vagina and shook her head rapidly from side to side which produced an even greater orgasm for the brunette woman.
After a period of quiet conversation, the smaller woman, the brunette, began caressing the blonde woman’s breasts and exploring the nipple area and said, “I love to suck your breasts, and I love the salty taste of perspiration on them.”
“Do they taste salty?” the other asked. “Yes,” said the brunette. “Yours don’t,” said the blonde, “but I guess I get more excited than you do.”
They spent anywhere from three to five hours caressing, touching, cuddling, hugging, lip kissing, deep kissing, clitoral stimulation, both manual and oral and intimate conversation before, in between and after sex.
Conclusion: I am continually impressed with the warm, loving relationships that I have regularly seen between lesbian women. Their feeling of sympathy, compassion, and understanding far exceeds the relationship of men and women. Sex is not just sex, no matter whether hetero or homo. It has to do more with the way men are brought up to regard their bodies, touching and sensuality, versus the way women learn to do this. These women could sum it up with a phrase “make love with” instead of “make love to.” Unfortunately, the majority of men I’ve observed are concerned with their own pleasure rather than the women’s. There is far less emotional love than just physical love. Lesbians, on the other hand, are better lovers to each other; they know what their partner wants and most of all there is an emotional closeness that can never be matched by a man. More tenderness, more consideration and understanding of feelings, etc.