### Debbie Dear Debbie ###
As frumpy and morally modest were the women of the 40's, as modern and space aged were the women of the 50's, it was the sex crazed 60's after all. With mini-skirts the latest fashion, burning bras a gender statement, burning the flag freedom of speech, and string bikinis the latest fads, revolt was in the air. With protests, demonstrations, and sit-ins, the sexual revolution was in full swing when Mary was a young adult. A decade of the Vietnam war, Reverend Martin Luther King, the President Kennedy and Bobby Kennedy Assassinations, the Beatles, Rolling Stones, Woodstock, Cassius Clay reinvented as Muhammad Ali, and a man on the moon, the times were quickly changing.
Between Marilyn Monroe, Jayne Mansfield, Sophia Loren, Raquel Welch, Brigette Bardot, Ann Margret, and Elizabeth Taylor, sex was everywhere. In fashion with Twiggy, in dance with the Twist, at the movies with The Graduate, Dr. No, and Barbarella, in music with Light my Fire by the Doors and Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin, the 60's were all about sex. Sex, drugs, and rock and roll carried over to the business world too.
From swingers, to cheaters, to late lunches with secretaries, to drinks after work, to extramarital affairs, to strip clubs, and to Playboy Clubs and Playboy and Penthouse magazines at home, men were mad with sex. When sexually frustrated men weren't having sex, they wanted sex. They discussed sex and secretly lusted over women while masturbating themselves night and day. When sexually frustrated men weren't having sex, they lusted over their mothers, sisters, aunts, cousins, classmates, co-workers, neighbors, and strangers they met on the street. Sex, sex, sex, everything was sex with men.
From swingers, to cheaters, to late lunches with bosses, to drinks after work, to extramarital affairs, to CFNM clubs, to Play Girl and Cosmopolitan magazine, women were mad with sex. When sexually frustrated women weren't having sex, they wanted sex. They discussed sex and secretly lusted over men while masturbating themselves night and day. When sexually frustrated women weren't having sex, they lusted over their relatives, their neighbors, and men they met at the mall. Sex, sex, sex, just as it was with men, everything was sex with women. Then, with the advent of the Internet, whether men or women, everyone could have as much sex as they wanted in the privacy of their own bedroom and without even leaving the house.
Even though Mary's skeletons weren't incestuous, sexual skeletons in the way that Jim had by having a long standing sexual relationship with his grandmother, she still had plenty of sexual skeletons to hide. She still had lots to feel guilty about, yet without her having an ounce of remorse, if confronted today, she was glad she did what she sexually did and would do it again. With Jim still lusting over his mother and still wanting to have sex with his sister, Mary never had sex with any of her blood relatives. She never even wanted to or had the lewd and lascivious thoughts of having sex with her brother, her father, her grandfather, her uncles, or her cousins that Jim had for his mother, sister, and grandmother.
Instead of having sex with her brother, father, uncles, or cousins, in the way that Jim wanted to have sex with his mother, sister, aunt, and cousin, Mary had sex with random men. A prerequisite of a promiscuous whore, and different from a prostitute because she wasn't paid for sex, she had sex with men she had just met. Even though she hid it well, Mary had as much of a sex drive as Debbie and Jim had. Only with her a woman, supposedly a morally modest and respectable librarian, she had to hide her sexual secrets that she did with men in the way that Jim had to hide his sexual secrets that he did with his grandmother.
When she wasn't sexually teasing them, flashing men up-skirts peeks of her panties and down-blouse views of her cleavage, bra, and tits, she was sucking and fucking them. Where Jim confined his sexual escapades to his grandmother, other than his acts of voyeurism at his college campus and by the sidewalk grate over the underground subway, Mary had sex with a world of men. Where Debbie earned her living by charging men to watch her stripping off her clothes and for the privilege of having sex with her, Mary gave her body away for free.
### Debbie Dear Debbie ###
Yet, without doubt, the most daringly promiscuously and dangerous, sexual thing she ever did was to go to the other side of town and go to the movies alone. Only, shockingly, she didn't go to just any movie theatre. She went to the XXX rated theatre that showed pornographic movies to men who masturbated themselves in their seats while watching the movie. Unless she was looking for trouble, unless she was looking for sex, unless she was asking to be literally raped, used, and sexually abused, no woman in her right mind would go there alone. Yet, Mary did.
"Eww."
The XXX rated movie theatre was something that sexually excited her enough for her to want to try visiting it for herself. She had heard rumors of what happened to women who dared go to this porn movie theatre with a girlfriend or even with a wimpy boyfriend. As far as she knew, she'd be the first woman to go there unescorted and alone. Curious to see for herself, and with her enjoying being forced to have sex anyway, she wanted to experience having sex with men who forced her to sexually do what they wanted her to sexually do.
Ready to try her first gangbang if it came to that, she wanted to experience having sex with more than one man at a time, if only having them touch, feel, and fondle her through her clothes. She wanted to know what it felt like for more than one man to touch and feel her where she wouldn't even allow her boyfriend Jim to touch and feel her. She wanted to know what it would feel like to have a hard, erect cock in each hand and a hard, erect cock in her mouth. Something her whore of a friend, Debbie, would never do for free, she imagined masturbating two men while blowing a third man.
Just as it was somehow Jim's rite of passage to have sex with his grandmother and to have her teach him how to give oral pleasure to a woman, this XXX rated movie theatre was somehow Mary's rite of passage too. As soon as she entered the darkened XXX rated movie, as if she was a woman about to be sacrificed to the perverts instead of to the Gods, all heads turned and all eyes were upon her. Instead of turning back and leaving the theatre, she continued walking down the aisle. Instead of being afraid, she felt special. Feeling as if she was an actress in the spotlight, she felt sexually lusted over and wanted.
An unescorted woman alone, she was the only woman in the movie theatre with a dozen horny, deviant men. Putting herself at risk to be raped and physical, emotionally, and sexually brutalized, why would she even dare to do such a thing? She made sure that they all saw her by giving them a sexy wiggle to her shapely ass as she walked. As if she was a model walking the runway, she slowly walked down the middle of the aisle and picked a seat to the far side of the hall. It wouldn't be long before she had company.
Much more secluded, the seat she chose had an overhead light out and wasn't as illuminated as were some of the other seats. The seats were stained and the armrests were sticky. The entire theatre could use a good cleaning. The entire theatre stunk of sex.
Once the movie started and the lights dimmed, giving her even more privacy to do whatever she sexually wanted to do with these men, her seat would even be darker than it was now. As if waiting to see if she was with someone who was buying refreshments at the concession stand, a boyfriend or a girlfriend, the men waited until the lights dimmed and the movie started playing before making their moves of perversion. One by one, as if predatory animals in a dark jungle stalking their prey, they took seats closer to Mary. Continuing to change their seats, they moved closer, closer, and closer.
