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Raise the two eyes, we have our voyeur still, imagine a little frustrated because he could not see anything, I over it, covering it and moving my hand under ... but his eyes were on us, the sun had already gone , and could appreciate the colors, black and white before the soft light of dawn, and now breaking into blue, yellow, light and shade. You could see everything, and especially, the flush of the neck and her torso - color uploaded that to me indicated that the orgasm was real, feigned that he had not - and also the dark, almost black, the areolas of your breasts, fiercely erect.

She looked up, and there he stood firm, waiting did not know what. He sits in the back seat
- I am already, now's your turn

and it takes me in his hands, slowly, gently, in long movements, just pressure, that he knows that I am unable to withstand more than a few minutes. She strokes my hand down to the eggs, and play back up to the tip. I feel deep in my previous stress .. she also feels it, and stops. He leans over me and take me with her mouth, accompanied by hand ... sweet games with language, slow and vicious hand movements, seeking also the huequecito between the buttocks .. but can not get to it, I'm sitting, I feel her frustration as she feels mine, but there is nothing to do.

I have closed eyes, open them and I see it I do not look at me that look, every movement of his head, every time up, toward the window at the other's face, and supported almost the glass. But it is the same, do not care what is happening outside, so I just feel this happening to me, the movements of his tongue around my neck, the softness of her mouth where she is based, with knowledge of tantric the mouth is an erogenous zone for both ... for her, sitting there in my body strength, for me, feel the softness and moisture of your skin, while almost touch the sky bone from his mouth.

I'm already ready, she knows me well, is feeling the tremors of my body, in the sighs that escape from my chest, my hips move, the tension of my cock, which becomes more and more swollen, I feel my blood blows across the lower abdomen, struggling to get out.

It increases the pleasure, and do not want her to stop, or change the movement, I feel the need to empty it, this time going down the mouth that imprisons me, maybe the next time you're out, I feel your hand making pressure, but I want this to last forever. She felt that I will not take it anymore, he knows my pleasure, provoke and as a brake ... somewhat decreases the pressure of his hand, and immediately, my orgasm was about to be delayed slightly, the change of pace stopped momentarily.

She then turned away, and take my cock in hand, ostensibly, with two fingers almost, you know that I will not be able to continue with this desire, this need, and move the hand up and down, show and hide, to my pleasure is triggered, in jets to heaven first, we get wet drops to two later. I have felt it coming, I felt the time from which had already begun pleasure, the fireball inside me, I pressure unstoppable streams emptying into white fragrant bathing us both.

So go, she jokes, watching the flood, it seems that there was s warranty

Well, no more desire than those with you, heaven, also have left me good.

We look out our voyeur who knows that there will be no more function, is moving away slowly, hands at her waist tinkering, probably buttoning his belt.

We got dressed, and more relaxed, smiling and kissed

The next day, going to get gas, I saw a rainbow churretones and dry in the body of the car ... I was amused to have to enter the wash tunnel that

I open my eyes to see the transfer operation in the backseat. She takes longer to move, it does so slowly, gently, as if swimming in a thick cream. Look in one direction, out and not the seat, I follow the direction of his gaze and there you see the outside, a foot of glass, his eyes fixed on her body. I sit up a bit, just see his head, and there is sex in your hand without moving it, keeping it simple. She lies down on the back seat, opens her legs, she says:
- Come, but slowly, I'm not going to do damage
while slowly touching

and I already forgot it, I move slowly, sit up, step one leg over the back, my erection showing themselves insolent, but I do not care, I have only eyes for her, for her sex half hidden by his hand, for their breasts awaiting my touch.

I lie on it, in unstable equilibrium, a seat is narrow, so according to that exercise. With one knee on the seat, one leg on the floor, she leads me up that I can sink into it. I feel the soft crown of your body surrounding the mine, I'm moving in your body, the undulations of his flesh, his desire, but I feel like going, as absent. Your body responds is true, when I move my hips, his coming to meet mine, but there is room for lateral movement both love me, wedged between my knees like this that can not be open more. But his head is somewhere else, I know because when we make true love's eyes are closed, locked as it is in their feelings, seeking His pleasure. And today, here in this car has eyes open, looking over my shoulder, maybe even a little scared

- Afraid of this man? want to leave?
- No, I'm fine
- No, you're not
- I'm not comfortable that is true, not space, walk, get up
- Let's
- No, seriously .. and also how you want to put their pants like that? I said, pointing to my erection, let me, I concentrate, but I'm thinking of something else. And while I can look out the window, is that I get distracted, and so we're not going anywhere.

My hand on my cock then replaced it. Subtly caress her, gently first, introduce a finger on it first, then two, looking for the rough area at the entrance, I know it will not long resist such treatment, close your eyes, feel your body moving under mine, their whisper voice: I want your sex in mine, please, go, metemela ... but I also know that if I will lose the moment, I'm moving my fingers on it, more and more slowly, with more force, almost as motionless when she starts to sigh, so please do not stop, continue, stronger, do not move now, wait. I feel his body throbbing in my fingers, opening and closing its petals like an anemone, the tension of the ring of flesh around my fingers, your knees begin to close and open, unchecked, your hips are going to meet my fingers until, in a louder sigh imprison me your hand, as I feel her orgasm as if his body were a prolongation of my

A few moments later, withdrew his hand, wet and sticky after pleasure, which even contains a bit of honey reservoir in the palm of my hand.

(Continued)

Well I do not know him said, looking at voyeur placed a meter away.

He gave the door lock, central locking hear we blocked inside as the outside. She broke her body to kiss me on the mouth, as she looked at him with a smile.

He leaned closer, eyes locked on her, that he left me, took her breasts in his hands to offer me. I kissed passionately, his body moving again on mine, took off her blouse showing themselves naked, shameless, riding. He could only watch our movements and her breasts.

- Has opened his pants, she tells me, is teaching us, but the glass is fogged

thankfully, the truth is that I thought I was a bit of cut grass to offer myself as a voyeur straw, but it was too late to turn back, nor even looked. She moved, I felt we were both very near the end ... and it seemed that she wanted to make it last.

- Do not see the sea, he said, as he passed her bra through the windows facing the voyeur. It seems that we, you've seen is splicing?

The truth is that I was like, basically I guess I also enjoyed seeing her so released.

I say we go behind you?
Well, if you want but I'm OK

It takes off from me, with a wet noise, put your leg in the back seat, and spends her sex over my face, I sink in, play with her swollen lips, with a key that looks like a penis tiny, stick my tongue sea ​​flavor, touch of oyster. My tongue runs along the entrance to his body, I love to be a hummingbird, a chameleon, an anteater and to penetrate to its occult background, to the sensitive ring of her uterus, and more inside, go through the folds of her matrix, up to ovaries, surrounding them with my tongue, bathing with my saliva, my sticky tongue recover their eggs as if it were caviar

(Continued)

We were in the car, at dawn, she straddled me, her breasts dancing in my face, what they believed was a secluded street at undue hours while the sun was raising over the Mediterranean. Since the light I could see her green eyes, blond hair, freckles on her face, but above all, the white lace bra enhancing the blackness of her nipples, straight toward me.

My hand sought his heart, she opened her legs wider to let me catch up, her panties were soaked in a weak obstacle to my fingers, opened it, who sought her, filled with honey. Caressed her out, trying to get my fingers, "Let me, we can see!. To please "I said, opening her legs, leaving the field open for deeper investigations. His hand looking for me, it was not hard to find me, got up a little and let it fall on me. I went into it as if it were a piece of butter, offered as a ripe fruit, as she so tender and fragrant.

We started to move, removed her bra, her breasts young people dancing in my face, his mouth chasing mine, lost a little lower in the two strawberries alternately imprisoned in my mouth, feeling the waves of his body on mine , marine movements, the smell escaping from Atlantic sexes in our merger, the moisture from your body hugging me.

She, with eyes closed, in his world, he rode alone, pursuing pleasure, I try to stay calm, trying to contain the force that felt it was going to flee at any moment, and my lower abdomen was tense, the sensation of my penis grow, and almost unable to contain the flood was coming. Abri eyes for a moment, trying to distract me.

and there he was. Three feet away, watching us.

saw that he had seen, our eyes met. But she had not seen him, and did not know if you would like. I do not seem right to continue our show, showing my lover at the time so personal, I whisper

- Hey, there's someone out there who is watching us

stopped immediately approached me, covering her breasts against my body, hiding her face in my neck, I felt her body stiffen, his eyes opened

- Where?
- There, right.
He looked the wrong side, of course the right was not mine.
- No, on the other side
turned his head shyly, half hidden by my face and hair, and saw him
- Do not know
I was surprised by the comment, or would have occurred to me that we knew.

interruption despite still feeling the beating of my body on yours, and - perhaps imagined - their honey sliding down between my thighs

(Continued)

We wanted a quiet, calm, aloof, if possible, watching the Mediterranean at our feet, where talking, sitting in the car. We had also said that making love, nothing, we had little time for two hours and not going to look for a room, that even if we want to fuck, also had them talk, that by the time no see.

So circulabamos slowly along a road, almost at walking pace, peering into all the ways down to the sea. We had already found a couple, but both cars blocked the way, and whose occupants were probably not speaking, as one newspaper had put sheets on the windows could not see into the light of dawn. The other was a bend, and only saw the lights of position

We found the path down to the beach, we started to climb it, was 100 meters between two farms walls, a dirt and stones, medium stream. But we wanted to be off the road, watching the sun at that time was not up yet.

I stopped the car, looked at the scoot to me, the kiss, kissed me back, I went down her neck to her breasts, eager opened the first button of his blue blouse, she helped me opening up the rest, I bit her nipple through her lacy white bra was beginning to see the light of dawn. She was sitting in the passenger seat while I kissed her belly and I nailed the gear lever.

Wait, stand over me, and started the contortions that Asians only know Cirque du Soleil du and those who have tried to make love in a Simca 1000 (sorry, we are so old). And those who have not tried it do not know what they're missing.

I slide under it, to the right seat, while his other hand and I unbuttoned my pants down and step I took off the socks, in a marvel of precision synchronized to be in a position, I sat, naked from the waist down, shirt and tie waist. She straddled me, her nipples dark and through white bra dancing in front of my face, while she was playing away, could not catch them with their mouths.

Suddenly he stopped, "is someone, said, portemonos well." Sure, she was looking back, dominating the road and saw someone coming. She started to pull away, to sit like a good girl in the driver's seat, but of course my nakedness leave standing to the passer-by did not seem like a good idea, so I pulled her and kissed her behind the ears, holding her neck as if to protect her. That's it I went ...

continue

The phone rang as the eleven p.m.

-?
- Hello?
- We are your neighbors room, or you lower the volume or you invite us, so we can not continue
- Sonia ... is room neighbors say they get off the pitch or come
- Well, tell them you no longer hear us

And is that Sonia is outrageous. That to me is an incentive, I love feeling macho, I love hearing his female pleasure, I love to smell, see and hear right now. Of course, I had the feeling of sharing it with half floor of the hotel where we were, give to give, from a half hour ago.

Sonia put a damper to his cries, and told me: is that not the same ... and no, it was the same.

We stopped a little frustrated and wonder ...
- The way you care?
- What do I have to import?
- To come
- What?
- To look
- Only to watch? What then will we see?
- I can tell you just to look, I can not say that sex in front of us.
- Well, if you do not care ... because the truth is that I have been so well, as half ...

I call:
- We've thought about, and you can come, but the condition is that no exchange.

and she tells me:
- That's not what I said it.
- As you tell her when they enter

And, two minutes, knocking on the door. A middle aged couple between Sonia and me, about the early forties, reasonably well, seemed more a marriage than a couple as we were unholy, and brought a bag of laundry which had emptied the minibar.

- We thought that we could drink before ... we have seen that I had interrupted

We drank something, we knew we were called a little exotic names such as Antonio and Maria Angeles (not their real names, but they were the same style), who were married for 10 years, and who had come two or three days at Barcelona, because the Christmas holidays. And the cries of Sonia had left them a bit misplaced at first, had never imagined that anyone would whine so (rather than moan, purr or roar Sonia), believed that only happened in movies porn, which first had not wanted to interrupt, but that they had placed the two horny, who had never seen another couple and maybe if we called with the offer ... and if so they were here, we followed them and love it (as if to say, we will not pass here the night). Sonia told them to see if, that she also made him, but please, we are not touched. Replied that of course did not think about it and that they would terminase

- If you desire to stay, so I see it, said Sonia.

looked, did not answer.

And we resumed what we were doing

(Continued)

I thought that Carmen was not surprised, although it was surprising. Although I almost regular customer, I never found this, when we left, dressed Darkroom to enter the room across the hall, where the mat, he is already sitting, leaning against the wall, pants open, with the phallus as the flagpole. And she has been stripped completely. Pear tits, body of scandal.

Carmen sits next to him, and putting his hand in what was offered so obviously could not do otherwise. Or run, as St. Maria Goretti, or join the action.

His partner, I never knew what it was called, goes and opens the buckle of the belt, without a word, without a care, unzips me, I removed the pants, as if we were on piecework. Like Carmen Maria Goretti was not, I am not a San Tarscicio, so I quit. My erection prevents him from lowering his shorts, he does finally smiles, take my clothes in a corner and begins to caress me.

The truth is that I had never been naked on the mat. Normally one is dressed in the dark room (sometimes with his clothes in a heap, trousers at the ankles, panties sideways, but dressed), and later, when the ice is broken and have been the desire passes through costumes, clothes and lets grab a towel sets (or not) to go find a welcoming place. The tours of these couples, towels in hand sometimes as the only outfit, circulated among the tables in the bar is what Carmen had surprised as he entered.

But now it was already well integrated in a tatami place almost in the way of couples who came and went in the darkroom. I, between Carmen and she reached out and touched a tit now fruit, unripe fruit-hard, sometimes thighs where the sink was winning the face and forget about it, nor Carmen abandons me, but it timidly is low on my body, looks up, looks at me and asks:

- I can?
- Help yourself, you're welcome.

and while I eat Carmen for the first time, I hand between her thighs, the other between those of the unknown, I think I have enough to be there.

- Do you have condoms? she insists
- Yes, but I like to fuck in these places, I like to play, I love being touched, but Fuck me like a too intimate exercise

Carmen, like her, split the time between my penis and my partner. I'm deshinhibido, and put my hand on Carmen, which will also play it. There seems to dislike, but to her, asking:

- Are we going to take another turn?
- Yes. Thomas up his pants, she takes her clothes in a flutter and leave, leaving the two there, naked on the mat. Carmen and I looked, surprised,

- Happens to these?

but hey, we're not asking questions a long time, we are there, she and I, naked, on a mat, filled with desire and blood. He ran his hand between her legs, and I love sex.

Because there are sex and gender. There are girls who are an opening, a straight slit in the woman's body type construction plans, section CC '(clitoris ass), and women who looks more like a scar, in which there is no tactile references, sex that you do not know where he walks, smooth, unreferenced, and women who need GPS to locate. Mind you, I speak of sex itself, the holding can be a charming, wonderful love can do, I mean the visual aesthetic, and tactile as well. And there can not do anything, if she has played in the division to have a little sex, monotonous, straight as a road Badajoz Plan, because that is what you get. The fingers have to travel these sex without reference, without curiosity, a little lost, not knowing whether they go forward or backward and found at the end of the tour. Sexes are linear roads leading from point A to point B, are, in short, Nordic sexes. That might be interesting, as some movies, for "certain items"

But again, do not give less of these women can be extraordinary and wonderful people loving, just, like some people have a small nose, long fingers or, as the need to have a boring sex.

ADDENDUM, well formed, which invites the tour. So is Carmen

And there are other women who have sex homely miliary milestones, their locations, their prehensile lips that hug your finger on the most gentle caresses, lips lead, almost reptilian movements, towards which come together in a lovely hug , lips wet with applause lead to entry into the body of the woman, real lips, swollen with blood and sap. So are the lips, so is the sex of Carmen, that crossed my fingers for the first time, inviting, grateful and, above all, at that time, wet.

Do not miss the odd couple. A hand between the thighs of Carmen, my mouth on her boobs, she gets to do. We ask you to open your legs, I prostrate myself among them, I low over his body. Objectively, the position is a bit obscene, I knelt before her bubble ass on a horse erection, comiendomela, while she, unable to sit motionless undulates her waist to my mouth.

This is the time to choose two or three couples to shop around the room, and stay there, fully dressed, standing, looking at the tableau. I'm vaguely aware that approach, but it is the same. Yet I ask Carmen:

- Go to a booth?
- What do you bother?
- Not much
- My not much, is

and continue.

Link to sweet and sticky tour

Author's note: the truth is I had fun this study aesthetic, not functional, the sexes of women, probably write a post expanding it. Meanwhile, readers are cordially invited to leave your opinion ...

My little grasshopper and my little grasshoppers, tell me I'm obsessed, and probably true. He had left the issue of nude beaches, tits and ass up in Maripili because I thought it had little to explain that would be of interest.

And in another post: The Naked Innocence maintained that the nude on nude beaches is innocent. There tits, asses and cocks are parts of the anatomy, as well as arms and legs, and one not excited over seeing a pair of breasts that seeing your toes.

That's the theory. Today the day was silly, just sun, it had rained in the morning, but a chink in the clouds decided that I reached the beach. I lie alone on the nude beach, my sunglasses, and watch the sea, not much to do on a beach. That comes a couple, boy, girl, young thirties and plant their vertically aligned gear with me (?). They had the whole beach, I was on the sea front, could be put off, you could put a little further. But no. There was the shore, my towel over me, and they in some way back as two or three meters. That is, not invading my private space, but very close.

They strip, he did not seem very interesting, but she does. Breast androgynous felpudito to Mohawk (but one day talking about pubic hair cuts, saying that going ahead felpudito shaved Mohawk is a complete, except for a vertical line extending the sex of women, highlighting), waist. It was tasty I must say. And even though these places are not supposed to look, I could not help noticing that their protruding labia.

This photo is not exactly what I mean, because women also protruding lips do when they have the legs closed. Unfortunately I have not found a picture, probably because the women are ugly and do not photograph. And if they do not hang it on the web. Personally I disagree, I had a girlfriend who was protruding, dark, lips like a couple of centimeters, and what was more exciting. Do not take pictures because we were still at the time the photos will reveal the laboratories, and had not been good.

And the girl is fully aligned with me. Not one inch to the right, or an inch to the left. There, a yard of my had her feet, and less than two, had its center. I could have turned facing the sea, but if she wanted to teach, I wanted to see.

And when he saw that had caught my attention, spread her legs for sunbathing on the inside of the thighs (I guess). What a vision!

It was somewhat more open, not much more, it was not a porno photo, those in which the girl goes hands opening her pussy to see it to the epiglottis.

She seemed asleep, I doubt if I were, because when I made a hole in the sand, so that could fit my erection, the boy told him something in his ear, and she opened one eye.

And a few more legs.

And the boy began to put the cream on her breasts, and there was already trojan. I was riding like a donkey, looking sensual massage, hearing the noise dampening of the suntan lotion, as I looked at him and her, alternately ...

I stayed a while, excited, until I had to throw overboard. Sure, when I got the shorts, I could not (and probably not wanted to) hide from them, showing in the prime of my manhood (come on, hot as a donkey) and when I left, with sex even though half of the water swollen cold, she half sat up and winked.

Supongo que ahora, que es la hora de la siesta, mientras echan el kiki, se rien pensando en como me dejaron.

Ah, Monday morning and continue with the story of the darkroom

Y despues, con la historia que me ha hecho llegar una dakini, que es una masajista tantrica

Pues el tema no da mucho de si, al menos para los que vivimos en España ya orillas del Mediterráneo, porque el ver tetas al sol es nuestro pan de cada día, y si ello nos tuviese que excitar, iríamos más salidos que un verraco.

Pero sucedieron mas cosas en la playa

Pero eso no impide que según y como, nos motive, y según y cómo, mas bien no.

Un ejemplo de no motivación son las tetas operadas:

Personalmente no me dicen nada. me imagino el tacto como quien tiene entre las manos uno de esos globos llenos de agua que nos lanzabamos cuando críos. Y es que tampoco me gusta la forma, cuando la mujer está tumbada, queda como dos medias naranjas colocadas sobre una mesa.

Supongo que ella quedaría bien orgullosa de su operación, pero eso, mientras esté derecha, si se acuesta, queda horroroso!

Claro que tampoco tiene que ser esto… aunque hay a quien le gusta:

Con lo bonitas que son cuando estan bien puestas, cuando caen con naturalidad

Claro que se quien me dirá que a los 20 años, todas las tetas estan bien, pero eso se nota mas cuando la mujer está de pie que cuando está tumbada.

Y la mujer que sabe, cuando esta de pie, se las arregla para tocarse el cabello, o peinarse, o rascarse, dubitativa, la cabeza

que eso de subir los brazos tira de las tetas hacia arriba.

Pero no, todo eso no me pone…

Si que me gusta el cambio de color de la piel, que se vea que se ha quitado el bikini por primera vez. A eso son muy aficionadas las brasileñas, que tienen a gala que se les note que son de piel blanca (hasta hace unos años, pocos, tal vez 20, no podían utilizar el ascensor los negros en Brasil). Por qué me pone? porque muy bonito no es:

tal vez lo motive mi titulo de socorrista, y me provoque un deseo enorme de ponerle cremita en la espalda.

Tel vez sea por algo me ocurrió en mi primera juventud, y que posiblemente haya sido olvidado por todos los presentes, incluso por la coprotagonista, mi prima Ana Maria: eramos un grupo de primos que veraneabamos juntos, tres meses en la playa, antes de que se inventase el factor de proteccion solar. Nuestras madres alternaban, cuando iban a la playa, el aceite de oliva (si!) con la crema Nivea, y, desde luego, a nosotros no nos ponian nada. Ni factor de proteccion 120, ni 60, ni 20.

Nada.

Con lo cual, pasado el primer mes estabamos oscuros como torreznos, y al final del segundo negros como el carbón, eso si, con el cabello de color paja más que rubio.

Y teniamos 13, 14 años, y estábamos jugando en el agua, yo sospecho que ya no eran juegos del todo santos, me inclino a suponer que si, con la excusa del juego, se nos extraviaba una mano, “ay, deja, quita, cochino”, tampoco sucedía nada. Era la época de las tres horas sin baño despues de comer (la digestion), y que las chicas no se metian en el agua unos dias al mes.

Jugabamos pues con mis primos y mi prima Ana Maria, en el agua, negros como bantúes, cuando de pronto, queriendo o sin querer, se deslizó el tirante de su bañador, y se escapó una teta, blanca, pezón rosa sobre el negro de la piel que aún estoy buscando.

Y aquí van algunas fotas, que me motivaron este post, y este recuerdo

Ahora, imaginad lo mismo con un agua que no sea verde….

Pero, si bien las putas participaban con disciplina en el estudio del Dr. Masters, prestandose a sus exigencias financiadas por la Universidad de Saint Louis, pronto se descubrió que los resultados iban a estar tan desviados como los de los pastores anabaptistas del Dr. Kinsey.

Efectivamente, no se puede generalizar sobre el comportamiento sexual humano, partiendo de una base desviada. Y no se tome desviada en el sentido moral, sino estadístico. Es como si en una ciudad hiciesemos un estudio de tráfico usando solamente los patrones de viaje de los taxis, o analizasemos el mercado de pipas de girasol entre los pajaros tomando una muestra donde solo hubiesen loros.

Claro, la ventaja de usar profesionales para sus estudios es que no se iban a mostrar remilgadas. Una vez el Dr Masters les explicaba la prestación, y ellas anunciaban el precio, de existir acuerdo (¡cuánto me hubiese gustado asistir a esas negociaciones, imagino al doctor azorado explicando la prueba, y la señora o señorita diciendo… eso, por 200 dólares, está hecho!) ellas pasaban a la salita, para hacer lo que les habian contratado.

Pero el inconveniente es que no es lo mismo la respuesta sexual de una mujer (por cierto, no dice la historia si ademas de prostitutas, tambien contrató taxi-boys) que se acuesta con su pareja despues de un dia de trabajo, que la de aquella que se acuesta con el ayudante de laboratorio (voluntario, eso si) y que es su septimo cliente del dia…

Eso lo descubrió el Dr. Masters enseguida, y entonces hizo lo que habia que hacer, buscar una muestra estadisticamente válida, es decir, indagar entre la población para encontrar voluntarios para participar en su estudio.

¿Iba a ser valida estadisticamente esta nueva muestra? Pues no. Mejor que la anterior, seguro, pero estadisticamente válida tampoco, puesto que se presentaban como voluntarios. Y ser voluntario en un estudio sobre la respuesta sexual en la America de los 50 tenia su grado de … no se como llamarlo, ¿morbo?

Porque el estudio debia ser la contrapartida del de Kinsey, que era a distancia, anonimo y por correo. Y tampoco era tan clinico como uno que se hacia en esta epoca, buscando las zonas erogenas femeninas, donde el doctor, con la paciente en posición ginecológica y provisto de un palillo de madera con un algodon en la punta, daba toquecitos a la paciente mientras preguntaba: “siente Vd. aumentar su excitación?” y claro, iba a ser que no.

NOO, no era eso lo que queria Masters, el queria la vida misma, queria estar ahí, estar presente, registrarlo todo, entenderlo todo. Posición muy masculina, ya que para el la atracción, el deseo de proximidad, el amor no eran variables computables.

Total, que decidió buscar voluntarios mediante anuncio en la Universidad ya través de sus colegas… Imaginad la situación y el escándalo, 1954, una pequeña universidad del Midwest, buscando voluntarios y voluntarias para un estudio sobre la respuesta sexual!

Y aparecieron 1.273! cómo serían de lanzados estos 1.273 individuos, que se atrevían a romper los tabúes en la América profunda.

Tampoco eran una muestra representativa de América, pero Masters quería analizar solamente la parte fisiologica, y ahí lo único que precisaba era gente fisiológicamente normal. Uno se puede preguntar como era psicologicamente esta muestra, y no puede menos que pensar en los estudios de Freud sobre la histeria y la forma de curarla. Salieron muchos seguidores de Freud, “curando” histerias masturbando a las pacientes, quienes salían – supongo – de la consulta no se si curadas, pero indudablemente sonrientes.

Pero claro, habia que hacer un proceso de selección entre los 1.273 voluntarios, y sobre todo entre las voluntarias. Y buscó un ayudante, mujer, Virginia Johnson, trabajadora social (hay quien dice que sicologa), para hacer las entrevistas, y al final seleccionaron 694 casos, de los cuales 276 eran pareja, 106 mujeres y 36 hombres. Y uno se pregunta el por qué de esta asimetría. Por qué 3 veces mas mujeres que hombres? era mas interesante para los investigadores?

Y se les enseñaron los aparatos que iban a usar, y se les enseño el lugar, una habitación, bien iluminada (había que filmar), con aparatos (vibradores, sondas rectales de presion, electrocardiografos, electroencefalografos), cámaras de cine – no habia tele aun -, y un cristal unidireccional, y se les dijo que si estaban de acuerdo en participar en el estudio, que iban a follar (o masturbarse) alli. Y que para que se acostumbrasen, lo harían primero sin testigos.

Desgraciadamente, he sido incapaz de encontrar foto del laboratorio.

Y eso hacían, primero se acostumbraban a los aparatos, y al lugar suponiendo que nadie los miraba, y una vez ya sueltos y acostumbrados, y capaces de hacer su performance, se convocaba a los técnicos de luz, sonido, aparataje, y los voluntarios actuaban.

Y desde luego las conclusiones fueron utiles e interesantes, se descubrieron las fases del coito, el reflejo carpo-pedal en el orgasmo, unos reflejos vaginales en el momento del orgasmo, que provocan un efecto succion que aspiraría a los espermatozoides, el rubor post osgarmo y muchas otras cosas que se conocian ya. Sin ir mas lejos, Giacomo Casanova en sus memorias habla exactamente de los mismos efectos. Claro que probablemente la experiencia de Casanova era tan amplia como la de Masters, y además de primera mano (por decir algo)

Y se ve que con tanta prueba (asistieron a mas de 10.000 actos sexuales, que son unos cuantos) se animaron entre ellos, porque ambos, William Howell Masters y Virginia Eshelman Johnson se separaron de sus respectivas parejas para rehacer su vida juntos, y comprobar (supongo) en carne propia sus teorias. Tambien debia ser divertida una sesion de folleteo entre estos dos, analizando latidos cardíacos, y tics nerviosos, y coloreado de mucosas “Mira Howard, a mi no me engañas, que la punta de la pija sigue de un color marron oliváceo, y no morado como corresponde, tu has simulado para que te deje en paz”. Claro terminaron separandose.

Enfin, ya se que no es de interes general, pero a mi me divierte esta historia

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